Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,73

Every muscle tenses as my hands move up to fist in her hair. She’s not holding back either. She’s going for gold. “Slow down, baby,” I practically beg, but she only takes me further. I think my eyes roll to the back of my head and my lungs forget how to work.

“Fuck, Luna. You have to stop,” I manage to get out, but all she does is dig her nails into my thighs like she’ll claw me to death if I try to stop her. She takes me in further and further until I’m not even sure how she’s doing it. My release builds to new heights and bubbles over the surface. A loud moan rips out of me as I spill myself into her mouth. She sucks up every last drop and continues to suck even after I’ve given her all I have to give. My head falls back and my back arches upward.

Finally, I grab her shoulders and pull her away, flipping her over and burying my face between her legs. I flick her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. My fingers slide into her, working her from the inside. Using my other hand, I wet one finger with her juices and slowly slide it into her ass. It’s only a matter of minutes before she’s soaking the sheet beneath us. I make her come and keep going, just like she did with me. I’m pushing her to the edge, forcing out another orgasm. By the end, she’s begging me to stop and fuck her. I can’t deny her request. I pull away and push myself inside her as quickly as I can. She tightens around me for a warm welcome. I don’t know how our bodies fit together so perfectly, but it’s like she was literally made to be mine.

I thrust into her as hard as I can. With each motion, she slides a little more up the bed. The sound of our flesh smacking together fills my ears, along with the mattress squeaking and the bed frame hitting the wall. Her breathing is loud and her calls of passion are even louder. Fuck, we probably sound like a couple of college kids in here, fucking our brains out. But I don’t care. All I care about is making sure Luna is satisfied and can’t move to do anything else the rest of the night.

We both fall from our high at the same time and our bodies begin to slow. We’re breathing erratically and my heart is pounding so hard I’m almost afraid it will beat right through my chest. When I pull out of her, I roll to her side and pull her against me. She holds me close, her hands never stopping their exploration of my body. She combs my hair with her slender fingers, traces over the muscles in my back, and kisses my pecs and neck.

I hold her against me, just allowing us both to catch up to the rest of the world—letting our bodies calm and our hearts slow back to a normal rhythm.

“I swear, every time with you gets better and better,” she says, lifting herself up onto her elbow to look down at me.

“That’s because every day, we get a little better together. I have an addiction I can’t break, and I don’t know where this is going to take us, but I’m here, for all of it. Ride or die.”

She smirks. “Ride or die,” she agrees.

We make love several more times throughout the night and finally get to sleep when sunlight starts to peek through the window. My body is completely spent in every way possible and it doesn’t take anything for me to fall asleep. It’s a deep, dreamless sleep—the kind I haven’t had since she left. Her smell is all around me, her heat warming me from the inside out. A ringing phone finally pulls me out of my sleep and I open my eyes to see the clock reading 4:56 p.m. I groan and stretch, suddenly realizing how badly I need to pee.

I pull my arm out from under her and run to the bathroom to relieve myself. I flush the toilet and place my hands on either side of the sink, hanging my head. I need to wake up. I feel dead to the world. I splash some water on my face and dry it with a hanging towel before going back to the bedroom. When I crawl back into bed,