Steamy Fake Dating Romance Books Novels & Stories

Which wasn’t that fake after all. She had to cover Emma’s mouth every once in a while to prevent her from screaming or making noises inside the library but Florence was able to tell everything she could remember, keeping the steamy details of their nights together, of course. Emma didn’t need to know that much anyway. “Holy sh*t,” Emma whispered, trying to put the pieces together in her mind. “I thought you were faking your marriage. Is he good? In bed, I mean.” Florence’s jaw opened in shock.

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

“I’ve been looking at you too, Mom. And at Jake. All of us… pretending we don’t feel it.” Sarah’s full lips parted. She didn’t hesitate. Her hand cupped my cheek, and then she kissed me—deep, hungry, nothing like a mother’s kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, hot and wet, tasting of red wine. I moaned into her, my body lighting up as her other hand slid down my side, squeezing my waist before moving up to cup one of my tits through my tank top. She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Instead she ran her hand up my leg and began stroking my crotch. After a few seconds Gabby pulled away and leaned over me towards Rhea. They began kissing each other, just as they had done at the club, but this time I was between them, close enough to hear them breathe as their tongues moved into each other’s mouth. I slid my hands down each girls back. I squeezed Rhea’s ass through her dress with my left hand. With my right hand, I slipped my fingers into the back of Gabby’s jeans and underneath the thin black G-string she was wearing. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, pulling both girls even closer. By this point, both girls were rubbing what had become a significant bulge in my crotch, all

Mel interjects with a shocked look on her face. “I must admit that I thought the same thing about it when Reid suggested it. I mean, a fake romance just for my book? That just spells trouble, am I right? But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Office girl gets swept away in a whirlwind romance with the boss’s son. Doesn’t it sound like something you would read?” I ask her, and she crosses her arms in front of her. “Hmm. I guess it does sound intriguing. But what if, you know, you guys start developing feelings for one another?” She asks, picking up another chip from her plate and eyeing me. I shrug.

"Is this what you've been doing in the bathroom? Touching your clit, thinking about my cock?" "Yes," I gasped. "What else do you think about?" "About you bending me over one of these tables. About you fucking me in the stacks. About you making me be quiet while people walk by." His hand moved to his lap and I saw him adjust himself, saw the bulge straining against his jeans. "You're so fucking hot right now," he said. "Sitting here in the library, fingering yourself, telling me your dirty fantasies." "I have more," I breathed, my fingers moving faster.

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She moaned around his cock, pulling off just enough to whisper, “Yes… yes, I love it.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Rob slump back in his chair, defeated. “Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she added, just to twist the knife. Steve barked a laugh. “You hear that? Can’t fake that.” He let go of her head. “Come ride my face, baby. I want you looking at him when you cum.” Emma crawled up Steve’s body again, straddling his face. She faced Rob as she lowered herself onto Steve’s mouth, his hands gripping her hips tight. “This slut’s pussy is soaked,” Steve said, before Emma muffled him.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."