Not-So Fake Fiance Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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“You should take care of that,” McKenna teased, running her hands up to my shoulders, then down my back, sighing when she felt my muscles bunch beneath her fingertips.

“Need a taste first.” I dropped to my knees, shoving her skirt up to her waist, then ripped off her panties before pushing her legs open. Without warning, I plunged into her with two fingers. My thumb rubbed her clit in circles, and she moaned, riding my hand as my digits worked in and out of her. I glanced up to see her watching me with hooded, passion-filled eyes, and my dick leaked.

I leaned forward and replaced my thumb with my lips, alternating between sucking and licking while I thrust two fingers into her.

“I’m so close,” she cried out, her body tightening when I sucked her clit hard and gently bit it. Her hips jerked against me as intense pleasure ripped through her body. I yanked my fingers out of her and slid my tongue as deep as it would go, fucking her through her climax while she rode my face.

Eventually, her orgasm began to ebb, but she swayed slightly, still in a daze from coming. I stood, keeping one hand on her waist to steady her. Her eyes dropped to watch me yank down my zipper and free my cock. “Tell me you want me inside you,” I grunted.

“Yesss,” she moaned, and my lips crashed against her once again, letting her have a taste of her own perfection.

“Ready, baby?” I whispered against her mouth.

“Yes, Jeremy. Plea—oh, yes!” Her answer turned into a gasp when my hands grabbed the back of her thighs to pick her up. Her legs wrapped around my hips, lining us up perfectly, and I drove inside in one powerful thrust. Her back slammed against the door, and I pulled back to make sure she was okay. “More,” she demanded.

I dropped my forehead onto hers, staring into her brown eyes that appeared even darker with desire. Her pussy squeezed in response to the possessive expression on my face. “I should be gentle,” I groaned, grinding my hips into her and driving my cock even deeper. “But fuck, baby, I’m barely hanging on.”

“Give me everything,” she pleaded.

“So fucking perfect for me,” I rasped, my voice rough against her neck as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tried moving her hips. My hold on her tightened further, and I knew she would have bruises in the morning—and that thought drove me into even more of a frenzy. The thought of her being marked from our passion… was hot as fuck.

I withdrew and plunged back in, over and over while I held her immobile against the wall and fucked her hard. I started out slow, but that didn’t last long, and my rhythm sped up, pushing her closer to the edge. She gasped with every thrust, and her cries rang out between us as I pounded into her. “Come for me,” I growled. “I need to feel you come on my cock.” I brought her down as I bucked up. “My pussy. Mine,” I ground out through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Yes! Jeremy!” McKenna screamed as she flew apart, moaning loudly, her body convulsing around me.

Her pussy fluttered, and her legs clamped around while her arms wrapped around my neck. Her climax was intense, and she looked about ready to pass out from the blissful sensations. “I love watching you come for me,” I murmured as I continued to pump my dick into her slick channel. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Fuck, baby. Oh fuck, yes. Fuck!” My body shuddered, and my orgasm barreled through me, hot and hard, deep inside her, making her tremble. “Fuck,” I hissed as pleasure washed over me. “You feel so damn good, baby.” My hips pushed deeper, driving me farther inside while my come filled her up and spilled down her thighs. It didn’t matter that she was already pregnant. I always filled her to the brim. Practice makes perfect, right?

My heart pounded, and we panted, trying to catch our breath. “Damn, I love you,” I muttered, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her sweet scent.

“I love you too, Jeremy,” she replied softly, burying her hands in my hair. Then she groaned, and I heard her head smack against the wall. “Oh, no.”

Glancing up, I frowned. “What?”

McKenna sighed and wiggled for me to let her down. “You ripped yet another pair of my panties, Jeremy Bardot. That’s what.”

Giving in because her movements would make me hard again, I slipped out of her and set her on her feet. “So? You can buy as much underwear as you want.”

McKenna rolled her eyes and smoothed her dress down as she stalked over to her desk. She opened three drawers before slamming the last one shut and muttering, “Dammit.”


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