Page 45 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whispers, reaching over and digging her nails into my arm. “Don’t stop, please.”
I move my fingers at an impossible pace as I rapidly rub at her clit. Her pussy is getting wetter as she begins to tighten around my fingers.
“That’s it, beautiful. Give me your orgasm right here in this room full of people,” I whisper, grinning against her.
Her hips move as my fingers continue driving into her hard and fast. I’m trying my best to keep us hidden, but it’s becoming more difficult to care at this point. My sole purpose right now is to get my girl—fuck, Willow—off.
“I’m so close,” she cries into my neck, digging her nails deeper into my flesh.
“Good girl, don’t fight it. If this room hears you cry out my name I might just come with you.”
Her pussy tightens on my fingers and I groan, kissing the top of her head. Her hips move faster and I feel her body shaking.
“That’s it, beautiful, give it to me,” I whisper. I push my thumb against her clit and twist my fingers and she explodes.
“Brock,” she whispers, over and over.
She didn’t shout it out, it was just loud enough for me to hear, making this erotic moment turn incredibly intimate.
“Fuck, you’re soaking my fingers,” I say, continuing to slowly pump into her.
When her grip on my arm starts to loosen and her body begins to relax, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, causing her to flinch.
“Fuck,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to mine.
Something happens when our eyes meet and I feel like my heart stops or maybe it starts. It’s as if suddenly we become connected in a way that I’ve never experienced and I fucking love it.
I adjust her panties with my other hand as I bring my fingers, covered in her release, up to my mouth. I lick them before pushing them into my mouth, sucking them clean.
“That’s so sexy,” she whispers, staring at me.
“Fucking delicious.”
“All the food is okay?” Anya says, sitting down in the chair next to Willow.
Willow clears her throat and straightens herself up, as she nods. “Yes, everything is fucking amazing.”
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I say, winking at Willow.
“Why are you guys sitting back here all alone? You should be up with the rest of us. You’re missing the stories that Mom and Hartford’s mom are telling about them.”
“I think it’s best if we keep our distance. Don’t want to cause any problems with Lake,” I say, wrapping my arm around Willow.
“Oh right, I can’t believe you actually hit him.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I wish I could’ve seen it.”
Willow joins in and now both of them are laughing. I watch Willow as my heart pounds harder in my chest. Seeing how happy she is and knowing that I’m part of the reason why, is a powerful feeling.
“You gonna hide out back here all night?” Callum asks, sitting next to me.
“Probably,” I say, shrugging.
“Yeah, I don’t blame you. Mom is over there crying now,” he says.
“Aww, she’s happy,” Willow replies.
“Callum, we know you aren’t capable of understanding what that black hole in your chest is for, but most people get emotional at weddings,” Anya says with a genuine laugh.
“Speak for yourself,” Shepherd says, sitting down next to him. “I’m not emotional at weddings, but I might cry if I don’t get to spend any alone time with Felicity.”