Page 28 of Single Dad’s Fake Bride (Billionaire Baby Daddies #7)
“Please, I need you inside me,” she whispered, her lips brushing my neck.
I tightened my grip on her hips, keeping her in place as my fingers curled inside her. “Not yet,” I murmured against her ear. “You’re going to come for me right here, in my lap, before I give you what you’re begging for.”
Her thighs tensed around my hand. “Harrison…” It was half protest, half need, her voice already trembling.
“You like the way I fill you?” I asked, stroking deeper, pressing my thumb to her clit in tight, slow circles. “You like that I can make you lose control without even taking my clothes off?”
“Yes—God, yes.” Her hips rocked into my touch, chasing the friction.
I caught her mouth in a quick, rough kiss, swallowing the gasp she gave when I rubbed harder, faster. “Then take it,” I growled against her lips. “Come for me. Let me feel you soak my hand.”
Her breathing went ragged, every muscle in her body tightening as I worked her faster. I could feel her getting wetter with each pass of my thumb, the slick heat coating my fingers. Her forehead dropped to my shoulder, her nails digging into my back through my shirt.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, curling my fingers inside her again. “Let go for me, Sadie. Give me every drop.”
Her whole body jolted when the orgasm hit, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. She bucked hard against me, her walls clamping down around my fingers in pulsing waves that made my cock throb in my jeans.
“Yes…” I kept her there, drawing it out, my thumb never leaving her clit. Her thighs shook, hips stuttering as the climax rolled through her, breaking her apart piece by piece.
“Oh my God—Harrison—” Her voice was high, breathless, as if the air had been punched out of her. Each pulse of pleasure made her cry out again, softer now, her body shivering against mine. I felt the hot rush of her release spill over my hand, soaking into my jeans.
I eased my fingers from her slowly, savoring the way she whimpered from the aftershocks. “That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing my wet fingers along the inside of her thigh before bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean.
She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, still catching her breath. “Take your clothes off,” she whispered, her voice raw from pleasure.
I stood just long enough to strip my shirt over my head, then shoved my jeans and boxers down in one motion, my cock hard and flushed, the tip already wet for her. “Now,” I said, guiding her back into my lap, “we see how many more times I can make you do that.”
I kept my hands on her hips as I guided her forward, bending her over the mattress until her chest rested against the covers. She looked small there, knees spread just enough to balance, her back arching as she turned her head to glance at me.
“Stay just like that,” I told her, stroking my length slowly, letting her watch how hard she’d made me. My other hand slid over the curve of her ass, parting her to see the tight little star I’d never touched before. “You know what I’m going to do to you?”
Her breath caught. “I think so.”
“I’m going to take you here,” I said, tracing it with the pad of my thumb. “And you’re going to love every second.”
Her fingers curled in the bedding. “Harrison…”
“Relax for me.” I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back as I reached between her legs, stroking her folds until she was rocking against my hand.
I kept my touch slow, building her back up until her moans were soft and steady.
Then I straightened and slicked my fingers with her juices, pressing one gently to her back entrance.
She tensed, but I rubbed her clit with my other hand, coaxing her to breathe through it. “There you go,” I murmured. “Let me in.”
I eased the tip of my finger inside, circling slowly as she stretched for me. “So tight. So perfect back here.” I worked her open until I knew she could take more, then replaced my finger with the thick head of my cock, glistening with moisture from her dripping entrance.
I held her hips still, rubbing against her until she pushed back just slightly. That was all I needed. I pressed in, inch by inch, groaning as her heat closed around me in a grip so tight it made my pulse hammer.
“Talk to me,” I said, keeping my strokes shallow at first.
“It’s… so full,” she breathed, her voice breaking.
“That’s because I’m in every part of you now,” I told her, my fingers finding her clit again. “You’re mine here too.”
Her moans deepened, her hips starting to meet mine. I gave her more, pushing deeper, my pace steady but unrelenting. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, each thrust driving me harder.
“That’s it, Sadie. Take all of me. Feel how deep I am.”
Her body trembled, her hand clutching the blankets. “I’m close?—”
“Give it to me,” I urged, grinding against her clit while I filled her completely.
Her body went tight beneath my hands, every muscle trembling as she teetered right on the edge. I felt it—the way her breath hitched, the way her inner ring clenched around the thickest part of me, fluttering in tiny spasms that made my head spin.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, keeping the rhythm steady, each stroke sinking me all the way in until my hips were flush to hers. “Let me feel you break.”
Her moan rose, long and raw, her fingers knotting in the bedding. Then it hit her. Her back arched, her thighs shook so hard I had to lock my grip on her hips to hold her up. Inside, she was gripping me in relentless pulses, each one tighter than the last, drawing me deeper into her heat.
I groaned, feeling the squeeze of her body milk every inch of me, the slickness from her first climax making every movement slide with obscene ease. She gasped with each thrust, her voice splintering into little cries, her hips trying to push back even as her legs shook from the effort.
“God, you’re perfect here,” I rasped, my breath ragged. “So tight, Sadie… so tight around me.” I circled her clit with my fingers, sending another sharp tremor through her.
“Oh—Harrison!” My name tore out of her as her release surged again, harder this time. She writhed against me, her channel spasming so fiercely around my cock that I had to grit my teeth to keep from spilling too soon.
I gave her everything—deep, slow drives that let her feel me in every place she was clenching, grinding at the end so she couldn’t escape the pressure. Her moans broke into breathless little whimpers, her body still riding the high when my control finally snapped.
I pushed in hard and stayed there, my grip tightening on her hips as the heat rushed through me. “Sadie…” I groaned her name as the first pulse hit, spilling deep inside her, the grip of her body dragging every last drop from me.
I stayed buried, breathing hard, feeling every aftershock of her orgasm ripple around me until both of us were spent and trembling. Only when her body sagged forward onto the bed did I ease my hold, my hands smoothing over her back in slow, grounding strokes.
I curled around her, careful not to touch her with my sex-stained fingers but not wanting to leave her side so soon. The endorphins and hormones rushing through my system made me crave this physical connection of our skin touching.
"We keep doing this," she said finally.
"Doing what?"
"Sleeping together when we're supposed to be keeping this professional."
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. "Are you complaining?"
"No. Just observing." She lifted her head to look at me. "It makes things more complicated."
"Everything about this situation is complicated."
She was about to respond when her phone rang from the nightstand. The sound cut through our contentment as effectively as a fire alarm. Sadie reached for it, glancing at the screen before her face went completely white.
"It's my mom. She's supposed to be at AA." She sat up, pulling the sheet around herself as she answered. "Mom? What's wrong?"
I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but I watched Sadie's expression grow more stricken with each passing second. Her free hand pressed against her mouth, and when she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.
"How bad is it?" A pause. "No, don't call an ambulance yet. I'm coming." Another pause. "Mom, listen to me. I'm bringing Harrison. We'll figure this out."
She ended the call and looked at me with eyes full of panic. "She's really sick. Worse than she's been. The home nurse thinks she might need to go to the hospital, but Mom's refusing. She can barely stand up."
I was already reaching for my clothes. "We'll go get her."
"Harrison, if she needs round-the-clock care?—"
"Then she'll get it. Here, if necessary." I pulled on my shirt and turned to face her. "We'll figure it out, Sadie. Whatever she needs."
The relief in her eyes was immediate and profound. "Thank you."
But as I helped her gather her things, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change again. And this time, I wasn't sure any of us were ready for it.