Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

21. Alex

Chapter 21

Alex

“ Y ou are so fucking beautiful,” I murmured as I laid Sasha across her bed and took in the sight of her, all womanly curves and silky skin, chest heaving beneath the pale pink bra. “And you were hiding all of this under that sexy little dress?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Not hiding, most of us don’t walk around half naked all day.”

I laughed but my nostrils flared at her sassy words. “If I’d known I would have put a condition in the contract that you walk around naked most of the time.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to say that, Alex.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Sasha. You’re beautiful, accept it.” I trailed my fingertips up and down her skin, across her belly and the inside of her thighs, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch. “And if you don’t accept it,” I pressed a kiss just above the waistband of her panties. “Then I’ll just have to make you believe that I want you.”

“Oh god,” she groaned and I smiled against her, hooking my thumbs through her panties and sliding them down her legs. “Alex.”

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, you crying my name as I make you come.”

Her breath hitched at my words. I removed her bra and the sight of her stole my breath again. “You gonna stare or you gonna act, Winger?”

Oh shit, a naked woman talking hockey? I didn’t think my cock could get harder. “First of all, I’m gonna do both.”

She smiled sweetly but the pulse in her throat beat wildly, another sure sign she was as turned on as I was. “That sounds like a good place to start.”

I chuckled at her playfulness and used my shoulders to part her thighs, the sweet scent of her arousal hit my nose and my cock stiffened, aching with my need to have her. To make her mine. “Then let’s start, shall we?” I didn’t give her a chance to speak before my hands gripped her thighs and held her open while I devoured her. She was pink and wet, and the taste of her was pure fucking magic.

“Alex,” she moaned, the sound deep and guttural. Hot as fuck. Her body trembled when my tongue flicked out, sliding against her bare lips before I parted her open and tortured her clit for long minutes. “Oh. My. God.”

Damn straight. I devoured Sasha whole, licking and sucking her sweet pussy while she moaned and writhed beneath me. The sound of my name as it fell from her lips over and over, riled me up and I slid one finger and then two fingers deep and crooked my finger. She arched into me, gripping my hair tight as pleasure flooded her veins, incoherent words fell from her lips as her body quivered with her orgasm.

“Fuck, Alex.”

I looked up with a smile. “That’s next, sweetheart.” My cock ached to get inside her and I sat up on my knees, staring down at her. “You ready for me?”

Instead of answering, Sasha shoved me away and got to her knees so we were nearly face to face. “Beyond ready,” she growled and quickly relieved me of every stitch of clothing I had on, kissing all the hard flesh she uncovered. “You are so gorgeous,” she growled and pushed me backwards until my head hung over the foot of the bed.

My cock was impossibly hard as she kissed my pecs, my abs down to the vee at my hips where her tongue traced down one way and up the other. “Ah, fuck. Sasha, babe.” She was torturing me and I was completely at her mercy as one soft hand gripped my cock, stroking long and hard.

She sat up and looked at me with a smile. “You’re big and hard everywhere.”

My jaw clamped down hard to slow the pressure she gave easily. “Sasha,” I growled and reached for her but she was just out of my grasp. “Fuck,” I grunted as my hips bucked up at the feel of her tongue slicing across my slit. And then, sweet heavens above, my cock was in her mouth. Hot and wet and oh so fucking capable, I was powerless to do anything but go with it.

She moaned, gripping me tight as she took me deeper and deeper, still moaning as if she was enjoying it as much as I was. Finally she took me to the back of her throat and moaned again.

My balls tightened and I grabbed a handful of black hair. “You’re going to kill me,” I growled as I laid her down and spread my body over hers.

“Oh, but what a way to go.”

I smiled, covering my mouth with hers as I slid deep. She was hot and wet and ready for me, thank fuck, because my control was at the end of its rope. “Fuck,” I bit out and looked down at Sasha. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen with her black hair splayed out across the pillows, her eyes fluttered shut and her teeth pressed into her bottom lip, the column of her throat exposed to me. I licked a trail of heat from the hollow in her throat and back up to her mouth.

“You’re the devil,” she moaned as she tightened around me in a series of lightning quick pulses.

“Even the devil can be tempted, sweetheart.” She tempted me beyond all reason and the worst part was that I didn’t give a damn. I had Sasha right where I wanted her and I wasn’t anywhere near done with her.

“Alex,” she panted, her hands gripped my biceps and her ankles locked behind my back. She bucked up at the same time I slammed deep again and that was all she needed to fall apart. “Oh fuck,” she moaned in my ear. “Yes, Alex. Yes!”

That was exactly what every man longed to hear when he was pleasing his woman, the sounds of her pleasure, of her begging for more. I sat back and watched as she rode the wave of her orgasm with a sexy as fuck smile on her face. My cock tightened inside of her and I couldn’t wait another minute. “I’ll lock that image away for later,” I told her and yanked her closer, tossing her legs over my thighs, her round ass cupped in my hand to change the angle.

Sasha pulsed around me and the harder and deeper I pounded into her, the longer her orgasm was drawn out. I pulled a hard nipple between my lips, sucking and nibbling as I chased down my orgasm. When it hit, it was explosive, it was powerful, it was all-consuming. It was unlike any orgasm of my life and I never wanted it to end. “Alex,” she cried out as another, more powerful orgasm slammed into her, ultimately triggering my own.

“Ah, fuck Sasha! Yes!” My body jerked and shook as pleasure seeped out of me and into her body. Every inch of me coiled tight until it exploded with shards of light, bursts of need, a pleasure bomb. “Sasha.” I shook and fell over her so we were chest to chest, face to face.

She opened her mouth to say something but I couldn’t say what because Dixie was awake and screaming for attention. Sasha opened her mouth and then snapped it shut two or three times before she shoved me off her.

I rolled her and watched her as she scrambled off the bed, shoving her arms through my t-shirt and headed for the adjoining door. She turned to me with something in her eyes I couldn’t quite decipher, and then she disappeared into Dixie’s room.

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

All I knew was that already I was hungry to have her again.

And again.

I woke up the next morning hard and aching, thoughts of Sasha dancing in my mind while visions of her luscious curves played behind my eyelids. She was so soft everywhere, with a small waist, meaty tits and thick thighs that felt warm and snug wrapped around me. Her scent still surrounded me because I hadn’t bothered to shower after leaving her room because I wasn’t ready to wash away our time together.

I grunted, annoyed that I hadn’t bothered to wash away her scent because now it tortured me. It reminded me of her, of the way she looked and sounded as I thrust into her, the way she gripped my hair tight when I made her feel good. My hand slipped under the sheet and fisted my cock, almost like it had a mind of its own.

I go with it, leaning back against the pillows with my eyes closed, gripping my cock, stroking it roughly to thoughts of Sasha. The way she took my cock down her throat without being asked, and then moaned as if she liked it. “Fuck,” I groaned and stroked faster. Harder.

Even now the scent and the sound of her was so visceral it was like she was here, on top of me. Like it was her wet pussy instead of my hand, gripping me tight and bringing me closer to the edge. I stroke and stroke with just one thought on my mind.

I want more.

No, fuck that, I need more.

More Sasha.

Now.

I was so close to starting my day off with a Sasha induced orgasm when my door smacked open and my agent and sometimes friend, Jack, appeared in the doorway. Though right now I was sure he was nothing more than my enemy. “What the fuck, Jack?”

His gaze landed on me, a smirk on his face like he knew exactly what I was doing and who I was thinking about while I did it. “We need to move the wedding up. ASAP.”

My hand fell from my cock and I sat up, brows knitted into a deep frown. “Why, what happened?”

“Nothing bad for once.” His shoulders relaxed and he looked around my room before dropping down into the chair beside the door. “I spoke to reps from Johnson Athletics and St. Bay Lager, both of which are interested in paying you a fat sum to use that pretty face to sell their goods. If your profile stays high right now, we can probably get this signed in the next fourteen days. You up for that?”

Johnson Athletics was the dream for any pro athlete. And beer? Well, beer was always a good bet for hockey fans and puck bunnies, not that I had any interest in them with or without a wife. “Yeah, I’m up for it.”

“Good.” Jack stood and kicked the sturdy bed frame with a wide grin. “Get your pretty ass out of bed, toss some water on your face and get your bride-to-be. We’ve got work to do.”

My ears and my cock perked up at his mention of Sasha. “I’ll be out in five.”

“Make it ten. I need you extra pretty to get Sasha on board.” Jack smiled and then disappeared, probably to go bother Henrietta.

When I entered the kitchen, Sasha was there with a wide-eyed look on her face while Jack prattled on, probably about the need for an expedited wedding. “Help,” she mouthed when Jack turned to me with a smile.

“You started without me,” I said as I walked across the kitchen to get a cup of hot, black coffee, turning my gaze to Sasha.

“I did,” Jack said, completely unbothered by Sasha’s shocked look. “But I see you’re dressed for the job at hand, so I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Yeah, okay.” I slowly sipped my coffee as I crossed the kitchen and dropped down at the head of the table. “The good news is that neither of us will have to endure six months of wedding planning.”

Her gaze didn’t move, didn’t waver for a long moment and I braced for the worst. Instead I was met with the sweet and husky sound of her laughter. “Sold, how long do we have?”

“July is a great month for a wedding,” Jack said, attempting to sound innocent.

Sasha frowned. “Won’t everyone think I’m pregnant if we get married so soon?”

I shrugged. “It won’t hurt for people to know I’m young and virile.”

She rolled her eyes but she couldn’t hide the smirk that curled her lips. “Fine. A day in July.” She folded her arms in resignation and looked at me expectantly.

“How about a Friday,” Jack asked in that way that wasn’t really asking. “You can have a long weekend away together and then later you can do a big honeymoon. We’ll make a big splash out of it.” He smiled, all self-satisfied.

“Sounds like you want to moonlight as a wedding planner,” Sasha told him with a sassy smile.

Jack flashed a wide smile as a laugh escaped. “No can do, sweetheart. That part is up to you two and try to make it splashy if you can.” His gaze settled on Sasha, appraising her or maybe just her appearance. “Don’t forget to dress up for the cameras. Play up those curves.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Watch it,” Sasha aimed a finger at him. “If you die another agent will step in to take your place.”

Her words startled a laugh out of me and Henrietta.

“Noted,” Jack said and pushed away from the table. “Keep me posted. Later, Henrietta.”

I turned to Sasha with a resigned smile though I was secretly happy that we had a reason to spend the whole day together. “How long do you need to get ready?”

“I have a job,” she shot back.

“I’ll take care of the little one,” Henrietta offered. “It’s better than cleaning anyway. She smells better than your dirty socks,” she said with a playful smile aimed at me.

She arched a brow at me, a sassy expression on her face. “An hour will suffice.”

“Perfect. Wear something pretty for me.”

Sasha glared at me as she pushed away from the table, flipping me the bird as she left the kitchen.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Henrietta said behind me.

“So do I.” The truth was that now that I’ve had Sasha, I wanted her even more than ever. In my bed, but also in my life.

“Just try not to screw it up.”

I sighed and turned to my housekeeper. “I’ll try my best.”

She smiled down at me. “Then it’s as good as done.”

Henrietta’s faith in me was what gave me the confidence to move forward. She knew about my screwups in the early days of my career and she’d stuck around, giving me tough love and motherly affection. She knew what I could do and the fact that she thought I could do this and not screw it up, hell it meant that I could.

That I would.