Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,56

fell to my knees as he closed the space between him. I didn’t let any men boss me around, but this didn’t feel like that. This felt like he wouldn’t survive if I didn’t do what he asked, and I found myself eager to please him.

He stood in front of me, and I quickly released the button on his pants before pulling down his zipper. He shifted his pants down his body, just enough for his cock to come free, and I looked up at him as I took it in my hand. He was staring down at me with a fire I had never felt before, and I didn’t dare look away as I ran my tongue over the length of him and buried him in my mouth.

His hands found their way back to my hair, and I moaned around him at the edge of pleasure and pain his hands brought. He wasn’t fucking around. He let me keep control as I took him in and out of my mouth as far as he could go, but he didn’t let me forget who truly held the power.

He ran one of his thumbs over my bottom lip before he slammed into my mouth. My eyes watered because I wasn’t prepared, but I didn’t dare stop him. His grip tightened in my hair as he started to really fuck my face, and I watched his features as the pleasure took over.

Last night had been about me, but this right here. This was for him, and I would give it to him. I would give it to him a hundred times over if it meant that I wouldn’t hurt him. If it meant that we could go back to us and not have a new awkwardness between us that would only remind me of what could have been.

If I wasn’t such a fool.

“I’m going to come,” he growled out as his hands tightened in my hair, but I refused to let him stop. I continued to move against him, against the pain from where his hands were attempting to pull me away, and I stared up at him just as he came against the back of my throat.

He came hard and his face was riddled with pain and pleasure, and I wondered if he could see the same look in my eyes. If he knew how much all of this was killing me.

He gripped me just below my breasts and pulled me up against him. I was barely on my toes as he held me, but I had no fear of falling. His hold was firm and unyielding, and I never wanted him to let me go.

He pressed his lips to mine, his kiss in complete contrast to the way he ravished my mouth only moments before, and I hated that him being this way with me could break me. Him being gentle and caring and kissing me like I might break would be the thing that did just that. It would be the thing that made me fall apart.

His lips moved from my lips to my jaw and down my neck and he kissed me as if he was trying to memorize every curve of my body. He kissed me as if he knew this would be the last time.

“Liam.” I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t have him be this way with me and still walk away.

“Don’t.” His lips were back on mine, and he backed me up against the wall as he kissed the fight out of me. Whatever chance I had of denying him was gone.

His hands wrapped around my thighs and he lifted me off the ground. I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips as my back pressed into the wall. He was pressed into me as if he feared I would try to escape, but I still wanted more.

I ground against him, my panties still in the way, and he groaned in my mouth.

“You drive me crazy.” He shoved my panties to the side, not even bothering with pulling them down my legs, and he pushed into me like he couldn’t take another second without it.

I held on to his shoulders and pressed my head against the wall. I watched him as he fucked me, the time for gentle kisses was gone. His grip on my thighs tightened as he slammed into me, and I felt like I was going to come out of my skin when he forced one of my legs toward the wall.

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