A Spicy Excerpt from Fake a Chance on Me
“Fuck.” He cleared his throat.
Gabi’s big green eyes locked with his through the reflection in the mirror. A smile teased the corner of her lips even as she tried to hide it with her hand. His gaze flicked to the nape of her neck, where her ponytail swung. He wanted to wrap his hand around it and give a little tug and brush kisses to her throat.
Lucas sucked his lower lip. “Are you sure you want me here? I can go.”
“Don’t you dare. I need your help with this zip. Is it caught on the material?”
Lucas placed the ocean-blue dress on the sofa and strode to Gabi. His hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal between his fingers. A smattering of goose pimples rose on her shoulders, and he licked his lips, tempted to trace each bump with his tongue.
He shuffled in his chino shorts, trying to hide his growing erection.
“What’s that dress over there?” Gabi pointed at the dress he’d brought with him. Her action made the edges of the top of her dress fold down. A fire burnt his body, licking at his limbs as she displayed more of her skin.
“I thought it might suit you. I want to buy it for you, but I wasn’t sure where you’d wear it.”
“We’ve still got a big fifth date planned,” she replied breathlessly.
She wanted to continue their dates! She still wanted him. A lightness hit his chest.
“Perfect.” He brushed his lips against the nape of her neck. Her ensuing moan made him harder.
He met her stare in the mirror. It travelled down his body, lingering on his dick, which pressed against his zipper. “Nice shorts,” she murmured, her voice thick with need.
His finger brushed her neck, and she gasped, arching her back towards him. She was so soft. Delicate. Yet her stare wielded the power to bring him to his knees.
“Your thighs are so muscly and broad. I’ve fantasised about riding them,” she whispered.
“I’d love to watch you grinding against my thigh.” He slid his hands inside her dress and cupped her breasts, caressing her nipples. “Your face flushed as you drag your soaking pussy against my skin, using me. My naughty, whimpering good girl taking control. My thigh clenching as you ride me, head thrown back as you get yourself off.”
She leaned her head against his chest as his hands travelled down. It didn’t matter how tight the material was; nothing would stop his large hands getting to where she needed him.
“I’d love your wet cunt burning my skin. You’d stand on your tiptoes, grabbing my shoulder, and ride me hard.” He slid a hand into her knickers. She moaned as he ran his fingers across her clit and used her wetness to make circles with his fingertips.
She shuddered. “I’m a bit sore after yesterday.”
“Sorry,” he rasped in her ear.
He eased his hand away, but she pressed hers hard against his, the chiffon separating them. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
Lucas slipped a finger inside her. “Tell me if it hurts.”
She murmured in agreement.
Her arm wrapped around his head, and with one hand, he squeezed her breasts, and with the other, he fingered her. He kissed and sucked at her neck as she writhed against his caresses. “I’ll take you to a formal in that dress. We’ve got an end-of-season dinner dance awards ceremony, and you can be my date.”
She moaned as he added another finger.
“Yes,” she groaned as he sped up his thrusts.
He pulled at the top of her dress, kissing her skin as he peeled it off her shoulders. It draped over her breasts before slipping to the floor like a wave of water revealing a goddess statue. He stared at her reflection as he pumped his fingers deep inside her pussy, the logo tattoo of his favourite superhero moving with each thrust.
“So fucking sexy,” he said, his voice gruff with desire.
He pulled his hands away and slid them into her mouth. “Suck, princess.”
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