Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,47

my legs apart on the bed, and tying my legs open, with my ankles secured to the bedpost. I could imagine him tying my arms above my head, with my wrists secured to the bedposts as well. I’d be helpless, at his mercy, and he’d be able to fuck me any way that he wanted to.

A rush of wet heat soaked my already wet pussy.

I picked up my head enough to look him in the eye. “Or maybe I won’t want to get away.”

“Now that’s a good point. But it might be fun to try.” He added a second finger, spearing my pussy with two of his fingers, and licked upward, over my clit. He circled his tongue, then pushed it flat, flicking it against my body until I covered my face with my pillow so I could scream without one of my parents’ bodyguards showing up to check on me.

I sucked in air, trying to take a steady breath. My legs tensed as I neared my climax.

“No.” He pulled his fingers from my body. “You’ll come with my cock in you.”

“Then get it in!”

“You think you’re ready?” he asked.

“I know I am.” I slid my hand down to touch myself between my legs. “I can tell.”

He grabbed a condom from his bag and rolled it on.

I went to unsnap my bra, but his hand caught mine. “Leave it,” he said.

“You want to take it off too?” I asked.

“No. I want this bra on while I fuck you,” he said. He kissed the spot between my breasts where they were pushed together. “One day I’ll slide my cock right here too, over these perfect round breasts, and then I’ll slide my cock in your mouth while I make you finger your own pussy.”

I could hardly speak. I wanted that so much. I wanted more time with him. Not just fucking, but everything. But I knew better than to say so right then. Jackson was my fake boyfriend, not my real one, and I couldn’t afford to get confused about that fact.

“Yes,” I said. “I want that too.”

He laid down on the bed, and rolled to his back, grabbing me and taking me with him so that I ended up on top of his firm body. “Do you remember what I said when we were camping?”

“That you wanted me to ride you?”

“Exactly.” He patted his hip. “Straddle me. Right here.”

I threw one leg over his hips and balanced on my knees, making sure my thong was still pulled over to the side. Jackson put his hands on my hips and picked me up, moving me right over his rigid cock. he took his erection in one hand and held it still while guiding me. With his other hand, he parted my folds. “Now slide down on my cock,” he said,

His thick cock pierced my body, and satisfied the ache I’d been carrying for hours, ever since I saw him in his suit that morning. With most of my weight on my knees, I put my hands on his defined pecs and slowly let myself slide down.

Both of his hands went to my backside and rubbed circles over my cheeks. “Your ass was made for wearing this thong,” he said.

I rolled my hips, and enjoyed the shudder he gave in response.

His hands landed on my waist. “You almost made me come too early,” he said. “Now you stay still. I’m going to do the fucking.”

He did as he promised, fucking into my pussy with quick, powerful thrusts that hit me right in the sweet spot.

I was really starting to like the way it felt to turn him on. I left my hips still, but I put my hands on the bed and leaned forward, lowering my chest so it was right in front of his face.

He groaned and pulled one cup of my bra down, exposing my breast and nipple to the open air. While he fucked me, he licked and sucked at my breast, which sent my sex drive into a frenzy. It was like my breast was a direct link to my pussy.

“You just got even wetter,” he said. “You must like that.”

I nodded and I dropped my head down next to his, unable to hold it up anymore.

He left that breast out, still cupped by the lace of the bra and moved on to the next one, where he pulled the shell of the bra down there too, so he could lick and suck at my nipple while he