Page 49 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

“I’m coming,” I call out as I keep grinding myself against his face. “Oh god, I’m coming!”

I keep going, my orgasm stretching out until I’m clenching, spasming, and moaning through my release. “Brock,” I call out at the height of it all, feeling like my body’s floating. I’m racing toward the sky, rising, until it all comes crashing back down in an unwavering beautiful bliss.

I slide off him, lying on my side along the bed, not even sure where he is at this point as I close my eyes and savor the last little remnants of my orgasm. “Brock,” I whisper.

“I’m right here, Willow. That was amazing. I’ve never done that before either. I’m harder than I’ve ever been,” he whispers.

I open my eyes, watching as Brock moves his body over mine.

“I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you,” he repeats over and over, and I spread my legs.

“Do it, Brock. Let loose on me.”

His eyes lock with mine. “You sure? I’ve been holding back a little because I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shake my head. “You could never hurt me.” I want to say physically. Because I have a feeling I’m not too sure about what he could do to my heart if I gave it to him.

This is fake, I repeat my mantra in my head.

Brock pushes his dick inside me, and I moan out long and hard. “You feel so fucking good, Willow. Fuck,” he groans. He delves in deeper, pushing his thickness deeper inside me. “Feels so good.”

I drag my fingernails down his back, feeling his hot flesh beneath my fingertips. “So do you.”

He pumps harder, and then before I know it, he lets loose, and it’s glorious. His dick dives deeper on each thrust and I spread my legs even wider, inviting him in.

He pulls his torso up, resting his pelvic bone along my clit, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Like that?” he asks me, and I’m a frenzied mess beneath him.

“Yes, Brock, yes.” My moans are elevated. My hands grapple along his back, trying to hold on as he pumps faster inside me. “Oh god,” I call out.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Never fucked a pussy this good.”

He keeps thrusting his dick inside me, and my body is nearly spent as I feel the new wave of a fresh orgasm cresting. I’m going to come again.

So quickly after my last orgasm. This is unheard of.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out, loving the feel of his pelvic bone against my clit. I use it, grinding myself against it, focusing on the feeling of it. “Yes, Brock.”

I’m a filthy mess beneath him. Honestly, I could profess my love for him right now and actually mean it. I just know I don’t ever want him to stop.

Who knew sex could be this good?

“Please, I’m so close,” I call out as Brock keeps hammering away inside me.

His eyes lock with mine, and he almost appears possessed. Like a raving lunatic in search of something. A release. An orgasm. I can see so clearly in his eyes that he needs to come. Desperately.

I reach my hand down between our legs, milking his balls, stretching them between my fingers, wanting to help him reach his release. “I’m about to come,” I say, feeling so intimately close to this man it’s insane.

“Fuck,” he calls out when my finger comes into contact with his back hole. “Oh, Willow,” he bellows out as I keep playing with him. “Fuck,” he calls once more and I can feel him throbbing inside me, his eyes heated and intense.

The feeling of it all causes my own orgasm to explode.

“Oh Brock,” I call out, my orgasm slapping me around like a rabid tornado.

As our bodies calm, and I’ve milked the last of his release, Brock slumps on top of me quickly before rolling to the side.

“I’ve never…” his words fall away as he tries desperately to catch his breath. “That was…”

I smile at him, turning my head to meet his eyes. “Amazing,” I finish his sentence.