Fake

by D. Breeze

  *~*~*

  Lydia

  “Keep your fucking hands on the wall.”

  “I can’t!” I wailed, the things he was doing to my body were just too much for me to cope with and my legs were about to give way.

  Ruben lifted his eyebrows. “What did I say?”

  I groaned, knowing that he was going to torture me more, “You said you’d stop if I moved my hands again.”

  “And what did you do?”

  I whimpered, but I didn’t answer him.

  He switched our places and pushed me to my knees in front of him. His face glistened with my arousal and I clenched my thighs together at the sight. His thick cock stood tall and proud in front of my face so I purposely licked my lips slowly.

  “Uh uh, this is not your game. You don’t get to tease. Open your mouth,” I did what he asked. “Suck my dick, take me deep and don’t fucking stop until I tell you to.”

  I loved it. He was such a gentleman, all the time, every day. He was sweet and gentle and generous.

  But every now and then, I got that side of him. His hidden dominant side. It made some small part of me come alive. Don’t get me wrong, I think if he came at me with a whip or nipple clamps, I think I’d run screaming in the opposite direction.

  But a little submission was obviously in my nature because being on my knees, taking his cock as deep as I could and knowing that he ordered me to do it, thrilled me. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his shaft as he bucked his hips forward, then pulled back so I was holding just the tip and sucked.

  Hard.

  I hummed in approval when the salty taste of his pre-cum hit my tongue. That was my power, my ability, even after three years, to make him moan my name and pull my hair. I felt him swell in my mouth and increased my speed but he gave my hair a tug and pulled himself free.

  “Hands and knees, on the edge of the bed. Go!”

  I scrambled up from the floor and crawled onto the bed, slowing down and giving my ass a little shake to tease him. His growled approval made me grin. I widened my legs as he approached and he didn’t waste any time. Sliding his fingers through my wetness, a low rumbled escaped from his chest and I gasped when he gave my clit a quick slap.

  “You’re soaked.”

  “I know!” I mewled, desperate to have him inside me.

  But he didn’t make me wait, he braced one hand on my lower back and used the other to guide himself inside me.

  Home.

  That’s how it felt every single time he filled me.

  Like he’d come home.

  He’d been there through my pregnancy, through having our daughter and he’d be there for many more to come because he loved us. He was the best thing that ever happened to me and he told me daily that we were the best thing that ever happened to him.

  But that first thrust, every time that he sank deep, it reminded me that he was my home.

  Because he is mine.

  And I am his.

  We’ve barely even had our beginning, but here’s where the story ends for you lot.

  I get the keep the rest of him for myself.

  Jealous?

  You should be!

  The End!

  (Sort of!)

  Acknowledgements

  I never usually have a hard time writing acknowledgements, the words just fit. This time however, was a completely different matter because there were just too many people.

  So I thought I’d do things a little differently.

  It’s been over a year since I last hit that ‘Publish’ button and I could list a hundred reasons why that is, but it’s actually a really good thing. I put my heart and soul into this book and everything I’ve learnt over the last year has helped develop my writing style. I’m finally completely happy with it.

  I really hope that it showed.

  So, all I really wanted to say was…

  I’m grateful to you all.

  As much as I have a fantastic group of people who help me every step of the way with each and every book – I wouldn’t be able to do it at all without you guys.

  The readers.

  Ok, technically I could but it wouldn’t be something I could maintain. For that, I can’t thank any of you enough.

  My beta readers, my street team, my cover designer…I could go on and on. You all know how much every little thing you do means to me because I tell you! And I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart.

  Most of you know by now that I don’t do the ‘soppy’ stuff very well – so I think I need to wrap this up…and go back to being completely inappropriate and hilarious.

  You all know it’s true ;-)

  Thanks guys <3