Faking Ms. Right: A Hot Romantic Comedy (Dirty Martini Running Club Book 1)

Faking Ms. Right: Chapter 20



The drive to my condo went by in a haze of explosive sexual tension. My entire groin ached, the pressure radiating outward, making my back tense and my shoulders tight. Her scent and the feel of her silky wetness sliding over me lingered, tortuous and tempting.

I’d wanted to fuck her right then, in the back of my car. The primal urge to take her—to thrust my cock inside her and claim her as mine—had been almost overpowering. But enough of my rational brain had been functional to stop me.

Plus, watching her make herself come like that had been fucking incredible. The sight of her straddling me with her skirt hiked up her thighs, her panties pulled to the side, had been hot as fuck. A few more minutes of that, and I probably would have come too.

She sat next to me, her hands in her lap, her cheeks still flushed an adorable shade of pink. It was hard to keep my attention on the road. We were both silent, but I couldn’t have held a normal conversation even if I’d tried. There wasn’t enough blood in my brain. Luckily, it was late, the roads were fairly empty, and we made it back to my building without any delays.

I parked and we got out, my heart still thumping, my dick aching. With my hand on the small of her back, I led her to the elevator. When we got in, I didn’t press the button for the penthouse. Instead, I selected the floor of my other condo. My escape. The place I never showed anyone.

Showing her was a risk. I was crossing lines with Everly that I’d never crossed with a woman. A part of me realized I’d have to deal with that later.

But she’d seen me play, and I never shared that with people, either. And the way I felt now, I didn’t want to take a chance that my dad—or worse, Dad and Svetlana—would be home. The last thing I needed was my father wanting to chat when we walked in the door.

I was a man with a singular purpose. And that was to fuck the hell out of this woman. Now.

“Um…” Everly’s voice was hesitant. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll show you.”

She nestled closer to me and I tightened my grip on her waist. The temptation to push her against the wall and kiss her was strong. But I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. My self-control was at a breaking point.

The elevator doors opened, and I led her to my studio unit. Inside was dark—the blackout curtains blocking the light from the city outside—so I turned on the lamp on the side table.

Everly stood just inside the door, looking around wide-eyed, her full lips parted. As she took in our surroundings—my collection of guitars, the band posters—a strange feeling hit me in the chest. The same one I’d felt onstage when our eyes had met and I’d realized she was seeing me. Truly seeing me. But the intense vulnerability only increased my desire. I wanted to fuck her a hundred different ways in here.

“Come here.”

She moved toward me, stepping out of her heels, and pulled her shirt over her head, letting it drop to the floor.

Good girl.

We frantically tore off our clothes and I made sure to grab the condom out of my wallet. Her body was a fucking sight, but I wasn’t in any state to appreciate the beauty of those curves. Grabbing her at the waist, I hauled her against me. Leaned down and captured her mouth.

Kissing Everly felt different. Her lips were soft and sweet, but it was more than that. She was reaching inside me, unlocking places I kept hidden. I felt a connection I’d never experienced before.

I trusted her.

It was why we were here. Why I was laying her down on the couch in a room no one else had set foot in since the day I moved in. Wasting no time, I put on the condom while she watched, licking her lips.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked, running my hands down the smooth skin of her thighs. She offered no resistance as I pushed her legs open.

“Oh my god, yes.”

Lowering myself on top of her, I aligned the tip of my cock with her entrance and groaned as I thrust inside.

There was no hesitation. No pausing to appreciate the exquisiteness of her pussy wrapped around my dick. I needed to fuck her, and I needed to fuck her hard.

Driving in deep, I slid easily through her wetness. Out, then in. She hooked her legs around the backs of my thighs and gripped my back, tilting her hips to meet my thrusts. I pounded her into the couch, unleashing all my pent-up tension. All the unbridled lust I’d been holding inside.

Her fingernails scratched my back and the infusion of pain fueled my passion. I grunted, my body stiffening, and the pressure in my groin skyrocketed.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled into her ear.

She started to reply but a hard thrust transformed her words into a breathy moan.

My dick was still achingly hard. I couldn’t get enough of her. I drove in deep, fucking her with everything I had. She was hot and wet and perfect, her pussy tight around me, her nipples dragging across my chest.

I kissed her mouth, tasting the hint of whiskey still on her tongue. Kissed down her neck to her collarbone. Still thrusting, I picked myself up so I could see her. Fuck, she had beautiful tits. She lay beneath me, skin flushed, arms overhead, her tits bouncing as I fucked her.

Leaning down, I palmed one of her tits and lapped my tongue over her nipple. I groaned, enjoying their softness. They were real. Of course they were. This was Everly. Everything about her was real.

As much as I wanted to explode inside her, these fantastic tits needed my attention. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, running the rough pad of my tongue over her hard peak. Her body reacted with a shiver, her pussy clenching tight around me.

I released her nipple with a pop and moved to the other side. She tasted so fucking good. I loved the feel of her soft tits in my mouth, her nipples against my tongue.

“Oh my god, yes,” she breathed.

I pulled out and rolled us over so I was lying on the couch, my back propped up against the side. Sitting upright, her legs straddling me, she slid back onto my cock. I held her hips, guiding her as she started to ride me.

Her luscious hips rolled and her thighs clenched as she slid up and down my hard length. I thrust up into her, burying myself deep. Reaching up, I grabbed her tits, feeling her hard pink nipples pressing into my palms. She raked her hands through my chest hair as she rode my cock hard and fast.

“Yes, Shepherd,” she said, her voice a whimper, eyes fluttering. “You feel so good.”

The pressure was agonizing but I didn’t want this to end. She leaned into my hands, lifting her hips and slamming down again while I kneaded her tits. I grunted with every movement, losing myself in the heat of her pussy. In the sight of her riding up and down my dick.

Her fingernails pinched as they dug into my chest. The heat in her pussy grew and she moved faster, grinding her clit against me every time she sank down.

I watched in awe as she started to come again. Her pussy was tight, pulsing around me, and she threw her head back, moaning.

It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

Somehow, watching her come all over my dick didn’t set me off. I rode the edge, holding back just enough. She was so fucking beautiful. Her movements slowed as her orgasm subsided and she paused, breathing hard.

I held her hips, groaning at the feel of her. Her glassy eyes fluttered open, her full lips parted.

“Knees,” I growled.

A wicked smile crossed her lips and she climbed off me. She got on her knees, facing the back of the couch, and arched her back. With her ass lifted, she looked over her shoulder and bit her lip.

My chest and back stung from her nails, but I fucking loved it. I smacked one of her ass cheeks, just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Again,” she said.

Who the hell was she? I smacked her again with a satisfying slap.

She gasped and giggled. “Have I been a bad girl?”

“So bad.”

“Spank me again.”

Growling, I spanked her on the other side. I was so keyed up, just a few strokes and I’d probably come all over her delicious ass. But I wanted more of that wet pussy.

I grabbed her hips and thrust inside. She arched her back, moaning as I drove into her. I fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her, my hips colliding with her ass.

We were both unfettered. Thrusting and groaning, heedless of the noise we were making. We existed in a haze of sex-fueled energy, feeding off each other.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. “Spank me while you fuck me.”

Holy shit. I smacked her ass, amazed I didn’t come right then. My dick pulsed, but I was still on the edge.

“Harder, Shepherd. Fuck me harder.”

With my fingers digging into her hips, I growled, pounding her from behind. She giggled with bliss, holding onto the back of the couch, arching her ass in the air for me.

I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “You dirty girl. You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?”

“So good,” she breathed.

I was on the brink of losing my mind. Driving into Everly from behind, pulling her hair, her ass cheeks pink from where I’d spanked her. Who knew this sweet girl was a dirty fucking sex goddess?

She clenched tight around me. I dropped her hair and reached between her legs to brush her clit with my fingertips. I was ready to explode, but I wasn’t finishing until I teased another orgasm out of her.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.

“That’s it, my dirty girl,” I murmured. “Fucking come again, baby.”

I rubbed her clit while I fucked her, my hips driving hard. The pressure intensified. She braced herself against the back of the couch, moaning with each thrust, her pussy so hot I could barely hold back.

“Yes, Everly,” I growled. “Come all over me, baby.”

Her whole body shuddered and her pussy clenched hard. I unleashed inside her, groaning as I finally hit sweet release. My cock pulsed, an overwhelming eruption, drowning all my senses. The orgasm reverberated through my whole body, like shockwaves after a blast.

By the time it was over, I was practically panting. I pulled out and ran my hands gently over the red marks on her ass. She glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, and bit her lip.

I caressed her ass again, then leaned down to kiss the red spots. She sighed, almost a purr, and I moved to the other side. Kissed her skin where I’d spanked her.

She rolled over and leaned her head back. “I have no idea what you just did to me.”

Still breathing hard, I took off the condom and tied it off, setting it aside. I’d clean up later. I sank down next to her. Gathered her in my arms. She tucked her legs up and leaned her head against my chest.

“I don’t know what you just did to me.”

I kissed the top of her head. Fuck, this was going to be complicated. Fake engagement but real sex? Very real sex. The realest sex I’d ever had.

But I couldn’t think about that now. I was too sex-drunk to think about much of anything.

She traced her fingers through my chest hair, then suddenly sat up. “Oh no. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I scratched you.” She leaned in and kissed a red mark on my chest.

I’d barely noticed. “It’s fine.”

“Did I hurt you?” She kissed my chest again.

“Baby, you can’t hurt me.”

She kissed me a few more times, then settled back against me. I felt her take a deep breath. “No one knows about this place, do they?”

“Nope.”

“Like the band?”

“Yeah. Like the band.”

She nuzzled her face against me and tilted her chin up to kiss my neck. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“Mm hmm.”

I let my eyes drift closed, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. Her breathing was smooth and even, her body warm against mine. I hadn’t planned for any of this, which was decidedly unlike me.

But in this moment, basking in the glow of the best sex I’d ever had, I didn’t worry about that. It felt good to let go a little. And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.


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