Fake Fiancé, Real Love: Fake Fiance Accidental Marriage Box Set

by Dez Burke

  “Bedroom,” he rasped, his gaze darker than midnight now.

  Angela gulped, her arms tightening around his neck. “Yours or mine?” Her boldness staggered her.

  “Fuck,” Shane groaned, shaking his head as if to ward off a mist over his brain as he seemed to struggle with choice.

  She couldn’t blame him; her mind was in such a daze she’d probably not remember her own name if she was asked.

  “Whichever’s closer,” Shane finally said, already swinging her into his arms.

  “Yours then,” Angela breathed, feeling like a feather as he carried her straight through the halls before entering his room.

  He set her down right inside the door and they started kissing again. Angela plunged her tongue in his mouth, exploring and devouring with just as much passion as he exhibited. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, making her shudder at the friction her sensitive nipples felt even with the layers of clothes between them.

  Angela didn’t stop kissing him until she heard him rumble, his arousal now a mast of steel prodding insistently into her mid-section. Deep inside her sheathe, her walls contracted and dripped. Breathless, she broke the kiss to stare at him almost bewilderedly. “You know this is crazy right?”

  “Insane,” Shane agreed thickly. “More than a month’s worth of brain-numbing mania from the want of you. You made me want so damned much, Angela.”

  The swollen buds of flesh centered on her heaving breasts told Angela she wanted him too. This wasn’t anything emotional she told herself; Shane wasn’t offering any promises. No expectations, no commitment. Most importantly, definitely no contract. Just them; their powerful craving for each other.

  Angela wanted nothing more than Shane to take her hard – on any available surface. She wanted him to carry her round the bedroom, with her impaled and writhing on his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers raking up and down his bare back. Oh she wanted him. This night. All night.

  Angela couldn’t hold back her moan of delight as he pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her hungrily, roughly, his hands wrapped lightly around her throat as he mastered her with his passion.

  Hell yes, this was just what she needed, thought Angela. A man’s deep desire; his strong hands...his dominance. She wanted Shane to hold nothing back with her.

  His hands slipped from her neck and he grabbed hold of her full, firm breasts as Angela kissed him back, her mouth spilling with soft mewls of pleasure.

  Shane broke the kiss to track his warm lips down the smooth flesh of her neck. Ravenous for him, Angela licked at his ear and heard his responsive groan. Hmm, he liked that, she thought with glee. Only to gasp when she felt his fingers draw circles around her nipples through her clothes.

  Moaning helplessly Angela’s head flung back to rest against the wall, her senses reeling. She didn’t even notice her shirt was halfway unbuttoned or that he’d bared her breasts in their nude mesh cups, until Shane bent his head and locked his lips around one nipple through her bra.

  “Beautiful. So hot and sexy,” Shane groaned, nibbling hungrily at one nipple before shifting to the other, unwilling to let either nub feel neglected.

  Angela was floating on a separate cloud of being. Having Shane’s hands and lips teasing her breasts even through her underwear was the most sensually thrilling thing ever, just as much so as if she was naked.

  Angela let out a loud gasp, her fingers clutching his hair tightly. The scalding pressure on her breasts eased and she opened her eyes, lifting her head to find he was looking straight at her.

  “I’ve dreamed this so long that now I don’t even know where to start,” were his hoarse-sounding words. “You make me wish I had ten hands to touch and pleasure you with. I don’t want to miss an inch.” So saying, he nuzzled at the curve of her neck, his mouth parting over her soft flesh to suck with just the right force to make her moan.

  “The things I want to do to you...in some counties they might be considered illegal,” he warned her gruffly.

  Angela thought, oh shit. The things he said to her. They brought images to her mind that made it almost impossible to breathe. Such as Shane, taking her from behind, holding her breasts as they hung down into his palms and swung with each pounding stroke of his dick in her aching pussy. Other pictures of carnality featuring Shane fucking her brains out filled her mind and caused her to quiver unstoppably.

  His hands reached up to fondle a breast, his fingers pinching the stiff and erect nipple through the fabric of her bra. Angela’s eyes squeezed tight as she groaned and arched her back, conscious of his other hand sliding up her inner thigh, beneath her skirt to stroke on her mound. Angela sobbed his name, which saw him swiftly pushing aside the damp and filmy lace of her panties before he plunged a finger straight inside her.

  Angela’s whole body went rigid, a soundless gasp escaping her widely parted mouth. Her hips began to buck against his finger, her knees no stronger than jelly.

  “Very wet...and very juicy. Just how I like it,” rasped Shane, pushing another finger into her slick entrance.

  Angela’s teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared at him, her chest panting at the fullness already evident from those two fingers sliding in and out of her greedy, hot pussy.

  Shane pressed her harder up against the wall, his free hand propped just beside her head. Slowly, he pulled his fingers completely out of her and brought his hand up to her face as he held her passion-glazed gaze.

  Angela could see how the index and middle fingers of his raised hand glistened and shone with wetness. Suddenly, she could pick the scent on them. Shane mesmerized her as she watched him lick his index finger clean of her juice. Then he took the middle finger to her mouth and Angela parted her lips, not breaking eye contact with him as she sucked him into her mouth, down to the last knuckle.

  They both groaned deeply, with Angela writhing shamelessly against him as the taste of her essences clouded her senses like a drug. Every part of her ached for Shane in that moment. Her pussy seemed to be drizzling in rivulets down to her knees. Her nipples were so hard and swollen it was agony rubbing them into his chest. She shook with want as Shane closed in for another searing kiss.

  It was one full minute of him marauding her mouth with his. Angela’s pussy raged with heat when Shane began to stroke his thumbs across her rigid nipples. He pinched them firmly and swallowed her shaky gasp with another kiss.

  He couldn’t seem to have enough of her mouth. A growl of hunger sounded deep in his throat and Angela pulled at him, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed him with as much passion. Matched each thrust of his tongue and pluck of his lips with plenty of her own. Boldly, she dropped one hand from his thick, silky hair to close her fingers around the hard cock between his legs. A shudder slammed through him as she began to stroke him through his pants.

  Shane broke the kiss abruptly, breathing hard as he backed away from her.

  Weak and trembling with need, Angela stared at him dazedly. Suddenly conscious of her tits hanging out of her bra and half-unbuttoned blouse, she went hot in the cheeks and quickly reached up to right herself.

  “No.”

  Angela stopped, instinctively responding to the command in Shane’s tone. She gazed into his eyes and loved the dangerous heat she saw in them. Her hands fell away.

  A decidedly predatory gleam turned his grey eyes silvery. “I always wanted to see you like this: wanton; your beautiful skin flushed and warm with arousal. Incredibly desirable. And you want me.”

  “Oh yes,” she said firmly in reply to the underlying tone of wonder she heard in his words, adding clearly, “I want you, Shane.”

  “Then show me.”

  Oh my...dear heaven.

  Angela didn’t even want to consider it first. She moved forward and closed the gap between them quickly. His eyes were dark, watchful as she reached for his shirt. The next instant, she was yanking down the middle, sending buttons popping unto the floor. She pushed the ruined shirt off hi
s shoulders and off his arms, baring his magnificently toned torso to her gaze. The room wasn’t that brightly lit but it was enough to see the scars tracing from his neck down one side of his torso.

  “They don’t disgust you,” he said more than asked, his gaze watching her every expression.

  “God. No,” she breathed, skimming her arms over every broad and muscular inch of his chest and abs. “That’s the last thing you could ever do.”

  Licking on her lips, Angela clashed her mouth with his as she hurriedly undid his belt along with his pants. She then yanked them down with his boxers all in one go. Shane chuckled deeply, his lips still locked to hers as he stepped out of his clothes, kicking them away as well as his shoes. Angela wasted no time in backing him up until they reached the bed, where she pushed firmly on his chest so that he fell back unto the springy mattress.

  Shane stayed propped up on his elbows as Angela began to undress in front of the bed. Anything that was left of her inhibitions was long gone. She peeled off her blouse followed by her bra. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles. Stepping out of it she made for the bed.

  The look on Shane’s face as he stared at her brought more of the dampness pooling into her lacy nude-colored panties, which she left on.

  She tried to picture herself as he would and hoped he found her as captivating as she found him. Hoped he liked her large, rounded breasts and nipples already fully swollen, hard and distended...her creamy skin and trim waist flaring into curvy yet athletic hips and her long smooth legs with her feet displaying coral-pink toes as she slipped out of her heels.

  Judging from the way his chest heaved and the flesh on his cheekbones grew taut and flushed with lust while his cock reared and bobbed hungrily, Angela could surmise that he indeed found her appealing in every way there was.

  Her full, firm breasts jiggled as she bent over the mattress, walking on her hands and knees to where he lay waiting.

  She shoved firmly on his chest until he was flat on his back, then she straddled his lean waist, her hands sliding up his glorious pecs to brush over his tiny nipples.

  “You make me so wet,” Angela gasped, unable to keep from grinding over his groin, her ass sliding over his thick, long shaft. “Touch my breasts, Shane. Suck my nipples. Please. I need you so much.”

  Shane groaned, his hands lifting from the bed to grab at her swaying C-cup tits. He half-lifted himself off the pillows to bury his face in the cleavage his hands formed as he squeezed the proudly-tipped mounds together.

  Angela’s head flung back as he sought one nipple and dragged it whole into his mouth, suckling first softly, before he grew ravenous, fervent. Started pulling on her tit like a man starved.

  “Oh lord,” gasped Angela, clutching his head and staring down at his head held against her breasts, his tongue flicking at one nipple.

  There was a sheen of perspiration on his forehead and she bent to run her tongue over his damp skin. Damn, she hummed. Even his sweat tasted good. Now she wanted more.

  Much as she loved him sucking her breasts, she let her nipple pop from his mouth. Then, sending him a temptress of a smile, Angela began to glide down the length of his body. She didn’t even see the scars as she kissed and licked each nipple, or when she trailed her tongue down along his rippling abs.

  Angela’s eyes fastened on his cock which was fully erect and pointing straight up his belly, past his navel. Thick and long enough to make her insides quiver, Angela marveled at his size. Unable to wait any longer, she reached out a hand to cup his balls, feeling his body jerk at her touch.

  “Oh Shane,” she moaned, her other hand grasping his length as she bent to kiss on his lips.

  The tips of her breasts skimmed his body and she felt his reply get strangled in his throat. Their tongues met in the open, the kiss growing sloppier and freakier. Angela felt Shane reach a hand between her legs to slide into her panties and stroke her pussy. He rubbed on her clit, sending red-hot synapses of bliss right up her spinal cord.

  Angela could tell she was seconds from flooding his hand with her cum. Jerking away from his masterful hand, Angela ripped her mouth from his. “No baby,” she said with a sultry moan, “The first time I come I want you to be deep inside me.”

  Shane’s face creased in a grimace of arousal. “Fuck, Angela. The things you say to me. Driving me close to the fucking edge.”

  “Well there’s more to...come,” she teased, her eyes dancing as she began to slide lower over his body.

  Shane groaned and pushed his head back against the pillows, watching her with that hungry look in his eyes she’d come to love. He placed both hands at the back of his head and began to growl his pleasure as she stroked and squeezed him firmly. It was like holding a hot steel pipe wrapped in smooth velvet.

  She tried to fit both hands around him, one over the other. The fact that there was so much to get around made her lick on her now parched lips.

  Angela glanced up at his face to gauge his response as she flexed her fingers on him from the lower end to the tip. A deep, ragged sigh escaped him and he watched her with eyes narrowed to slits.

  Encouraged, Angela lowered her head, letting him rest between her lips while her tongue snaked out to play with the opening in the head where his precum gathered.

  She murmured with deep pleasure, the taste of him making her want to do dirty, wild things to him. Her mouth parting wide over him, she lapped at the notched underside of his tip while she let her saliva slip down his shaft and in between her fingers, coating him copiously before she started to firmly stroke him.

  Hearing him groan as his entire body clenched up made Angela swell with inordinate pleasure to know he enjoyed her touch. She pumped him with her fists for a while before pausing to engulf him with her lips.

  His hands immediately grappled with her long hair but that couldn’t stop her from stretching her lips wider as she swallowed his length into her mouth as deep as he could go. Angela let her throat contract around him, loving his texture and heat.

  Damn but it felt good with him in her mouth, just hitting the base of her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and he started to thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. She could spend all night sucking on him and listening to the sounds that seemed torn from his throat.

  Each time he withdrew she dragged in gulps of air and then sucked him in again, formulating a rhythm where she bobbed on him while licking around his shaft with her circling tongue and at the same time, stroking him off steadily with her fingers.

  Her jaw felt the burn from being stretched and she loved that sweet ache, knowing it would be magnified once he was embedded to the hilt inside her.

  Hungry for more, she dropped her lips way down to bump against his groin, deep-throating him for a few seconds as her muscles rippled around him. Shane began to grunt and groan as his hips slammed into her mouth. Angela felt him swell and pulsate on her tongue and she readied herself for his seed squirting into her mouth.

  But instead, he let out a ragged growl and tangled his fingers in her thick locks, dragging her mouth away from his impossibly hard and bobbing cock. He cupped both sides of her head and pulled her up to kiss away her whines of protest.

  “When I finally explode, it has to be deep inside you,” he growled against her lips.

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  Angela snatched in a shocked breath as he deftly switched them over, bringing her to lie beneath him.

  “Tell me what else you want,” Shane rasped, his hand resting flat on her belly which quivered and tightened.

  Angela was sure he could see the pink tinting her creamy skin. “I...” She bit on her lip, body squirming where he had her pinned to the mattress.

  His eyes were blazing pools of promise. “There’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to this beautiful, sexy body. Nowhere my tongue couldn’t reach. And if it can’t, then there’s my fingers. My cock.” For emphasis, he ground his stiff erection against her clothed pussy, the pressure making her
bite strongly on her bottom lip as he said again, “Tell me want you want.”

  Chapter Eleven

  She told him.

  Looked him deep in his eyes, and shared her deepest, darkest fantasies starring him. Shane groaned, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he whipped in deep breaths misted with her delicious scent.

  Angela.

  Her beauty astounded him. He’d meant it when he’d said there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to please her sexy body. So silky smooth and soft all over. Her face was rosy with desire, her hair mussed sensually on the pillows and her curves dangerously designed to drive him out of his fucking mind.

  Everything she wanted of him, he longed for even more deeply for himself. When he kissed her lips, it was for his pleasure as much as hers. Just as when he licked his way all over her throat, shoulders and breasts, it got him just as rock hard as it made her slippery wet.

  God but she tasted of heaven on his tongue. Like a mix of honey and milk with a dash of feminine musk that called to the savage in him. He had to blink several times to ward off the black surge of hunger that almost compelled him to rip her sexy panties off and ram into her in one long, swift stroke of possession. Bury his cock right up to the base inside her.

  Shane knew she’d like his rough, rugged side. But for now, he wanted to show her he knew how to take care of her softer, subliminal needs.

  He looked up at her face, made even lovelier with the wash of glowing ecstasy on her features. Her firm, heavy breasts rose and fell with her shaky breaths, the nipples still wet from his mouth sucking long and hard on them till he knew they’d tingled almost agonizingly. She just might feel sore tomorrow. Good. He wanted her to remember everything they shared tonight. As would he.

  Shane didn’t break contact with her eyes as he pushed open her thighs, baring the now transparent crotch of her panties to his gaze. He flattened his tongue over her clothed sex and licked upwards, tracing every inch of her swollen vulva.