Page 124 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

One second, I’m empty. The next, he is there. His heat sears my back, envelops me from behind. I lean into it, rub my butt against the hardness that throbs between my legs. He slips inside of me, filling the emptiness, stretching me from end to end. I shiver and a whine tumbles from my throat. I stretch my spine, seeking that delicious presence, the complete comfort, that absolute awareness of what it is to be so in sync with another. Wait, what? I crack my eyes open and peer into the dark. "Sin?"

"Shh, I didn’t intend to wake you."

He drags my hair away from my nape, whispers a kiss to my shoulder. Moisture pools between my legs. I turn my face toward him, and he takes the hint. He nibbles his way up the column of my throat to my ear lobe and bites down. "Ah!" I shudder, raise my arm and wrap it back and around him.

He’s so massive, that I barely reach halfway around his broad back.

He brings his hand up and cups my breast. The warmth of his fingers sinks into my blood and I thrust myself into his grasp.

He plays with my erect nipple and heat ignites between my legs.

He drags his hand down my stomach to cup my pussy. The gesture so possessive, so completely confident, that my head spins. Or maybe that’s because his hardness lengthens inside of me, bumps against my inner walls. Pinpricks of sensations shimmer up my spine.

"You’re so gorgeous, Summer." He presses little kisses down my jawline.

I twist my upper body, crane toward him, and he closes his lips over mine. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, sucking on mine, drinking from me. His possession is absolute, his strength incomparable. He’s taking from me, marking me, re-forming me into a shadow of himself, and I can’t stop him. Another whine tumbles up my throat, and he swallows it. He propels his hips, and his cock leaps forward. The hard ridge of his pelvis chafes the soft bump of my arse, every part of him rigid, unforgiving. A complete contrast to me. I’ve never felt this helpless, this vulnerable. This open and giving. This… unable to get ahold of the emotions that twist my stomach, coil in my guts. What is he doing to me? I open my mouth to ask and he deepens the kiss. His tongue scrapes across my teeth, his fingers pinch my clit, and his cock seems to expand further, pervading my pussy. A groan rumbles up his chest and the vibrations sink into me. My blood thuds at my temples; my heartbeat ratchets up. Sin, Sinclair. Mr. Sterling—the alphahole who swept in and turned my entire life upside down.

He tears his mouth from mine, then pumps his hips. His cock leaps forward and I gasp.

"Look at me, Bird."

I crack my eyes open, meet his deep indigo gaze.

A trembling urgency builds from somewhere deep inside. He thrusts again and again. Grinds the heel of his hand into my clit. Sensations coil at the base of my spine.

He wraps his other hand around my throat, shoves his thumb into my mouth. I suck on his digit, and his pupils grow darker.

He holds my gaze, pumps his hips, impaling me further on his dick. A bead of sweat runs down my spine and I shiver. He bends his head, until our noses bump.

"Come for me, Bird, come all over my cock."

His whisper sears through the silence in my head and I explode. The climax grips me, and my entire body bucks. My back stretches, my stomach rolls, and cum gushes out from between my legs.

"So fucking beautiful, my little Bird."

A groan rumbles up his chest. His cock lengthens, throbs, then liquid heat bathes my insides. He raises his palm from my pussy to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, then drags the liquid of our joint essences down my breasts.

"Sleep now."

My eyes flutter shut. I float in that space between sleep and wakefulness. He draws me closer, and his dick twitches inside of me. He can’t be hard again, can he?

"I am, Bird. It seems where you are concerned, I have an insatiable appetite. Apparently, I like to punish myself." He draws in a breath and his entire body seems to expand. "Another first." The tone of his voice dips further.

Did he say that?Nah, must be my imagination. He can’t read my mind. Nope. This was a really good dream, all of it. I snuggle into the warmth, begin to drift off, then it comes to me. "Timotheé Chalamet."

"Huh?" His grip on my waist tightens.

"I loved him in Call Me by Your Name."

"Hmm."

A whisper brushes my hair. Did he kiss me?

"How did you know that was my favorite movie ever?"

He hesitates. "I didn’t." He cups my pussy, "But I wanted to taste your cum as badly."

Wow."That’s… ah…" I swallow. "The most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Good." He tucks me firmly into his chest. "Go to sleep."

I drift off with his cock inside of me.

When I awake, his side of the bed is empty.