Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 30 | Anupama

I'm completely and utterly fucked. Metaphorically.

Physically? I hope to be by the end of all this.

Anuj's tongue peeks out to wet his lips, and I applaud myself for how long I fought the undeniable chemistry between us.

I gave denying him a good try. I stuck to my guns for longer than I'd expected to. But at the end of the day, I'm tired of having wet dreams about my boss. 

My future fake fiancé. 

My ex's older brother. 

I'm ready for him to make good on every dirty threat he's ever made.

I'm ready for Anuj Kapadia to fuck me. I want to know what it feels like for him to bury himself inside me. I'm desperate to feel all of him, to know nothing but him filling me as deep as I can take him.

His thumb runs over the spot he just licked. I'd half expected him to fly across the room and have me bent over already once he saw me naked. At the very least, I'd expected him to kiss me.

The growing erection in his boxers is proof of how bad he wants me, he's just not acting on it yet.

A low growl erupts from deep in his chest. "I meant every fucking word when I told you you'd have to beg for me to fuck you."

"Tell me how to beg and I'll do it," I answer immediately.

He smirks in appreciation, running his palm over his cock. "Oh I will, don't worry about that." He takes a step closer to me.

Out of habit, I cover the intimate parts of me with my hands. It's not that I don't want this. I had time to think about it in the shower. I'd stripped out of my clothes in there and left fully knowing what I wanted. It's what I've wanted from his first threat in my old office.

His hand radiates warmth against the delicate skin on my back as he draws my body close to his. "No need to hide from me," he asserts. "I've been waiting forever to soak in every part of you, so don't hide any of it from me."

I gulp, arching my back to meet his gaze. "I'm into you, Anuj," I confess, any frustration with him fading away in the desire reflected in his eyes. "You're spot on; I've been into you since the start of this arrangement. I'm just a little nervous that with you, things might take a different turn."

His fingertips press into my hips with attitude. "Better be," he growls, pulling me close and locking lips. Man, I forgot how damn good he is at kissing. Even the dance of his tongue against mine has me burning up. Hard to believe we were on the brink of hypothermia just an hour ago. Now, it's all warmth around us. His knuckles lightly trace my ribcage as his hand travels up.

Right when he's circling the darker skin around my nipple, he pulls away, a cocky grin on his face as he bites his lip.

"Get on the bed."

I'm suddenly on pause, thrown off by the unexpected command. "What happened to the whole 'I beg' scenario?"

He lifts me effortlessly by the hips, toting me around like I'm weightless, and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce against the plush mattress, petals flying.

Anuj slots himself between my legs, giving me a look like a guy who's been deprived. Maybe I've kept him on the edge for too long. It's been a playful—and seriously steamy—game of teasing. Morbidly enough, I've dug the cat-and-mouse vibe.

I've got a feeling whatever he's about to unleash will be a whole new level of cool.

He crawls onto the bed himself, his body looming over mine. Skillfully, he kisses around my nipple, licking and sucking the tender skin surrounding my peaked bud without directly touching the most eager part of my breast. Reveling in the teasing, he enjoys it, mischief glinting in his eyes as he repeats the same movements on my other breast. My back arches as he starts to kiss down my stomach, his fingertips lightly trailing down my body.

His hot palms reach the inside of my thighs, urging them apart for a perfect view of the wetness between my legs.

"Anu, trust me, I never break my promises. I'll have you craving me, begging to be with you. But let's start with..."

His finger brushes against my swollen clit. "First?" I moan.

"First things first, doll, keep those legs spread wide for me. I'm itching for a little taste of you."

He leans in for a kiss, and it hits me — this guy's got moves that go way beyond just locking lips. I've got a feeling he's about to bring a whole new level of expertise when it comes to the art of licking my pussy.

My fingers tighten on the comforter, seeking something to hold onto as he works his magic. It's clear he's been craving this, and I regret holding back. Now, he's on a mission to make me regret every second of making him wait. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for denying him the pleasure of his tongue.

"This gorgeous pussy of yours is practically begging for me," he notes, slipping in a finger, then another. Delightfully stretching me, he comments, "You're so tight," twisting his fingers for accommodation.

"Will you fit?" I moan, feeling his thumb brush over my clit.

His warm breath on my inner thigh reassures me. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make sure you're ready to take all of me."

The synchronized rhythm of his tongue and fingers is all the reassurance I need. Despite the impending intensity, I welcome the potential discomfort of having all of him inside me. I'm eager for it, craving to feel him fill every inch of me.

I reach up to play with my nipple, amplifying the sensations running through my body with a combination of his actions and mine. An orgasm begins to build within me. "Anuj," I moan, "I'm so close."

Rather than ramping up his efforts, my words have the opposite effect. He withdraws, smirking at me. This smirk is even more enticing, showcasing the evidence of my arousal on his lips.

"You can't come just yet, darling," he says, a hint of apology in his voice. "You've made me wait for so long, and I meant it when I said you'd have to beg first."

I groan, on the brink of an orgasm but not quite there.

I should have known he wouldn't make it easy for me. I've teased him for over a month, and I should have expected him to make me work for it.

Frustrated, I prop myself up on my elbows, gazing at him between my legs. "I gave you the chance to make me beg."

He shrugs, standing up, and frees his impressive member from his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight. It's impressive. He runs his thumb over a bead of pre-cum, sliding it along his length.

"I told you, I had to taste you first."

 "And now that I've whetted your appetite?"

He leans in, voice low and cool, "Time for you to beg, Anu."

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