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When Fangirls Lie Page 27
Author: Marian Tee

“Staffan.” She moaned his name as if she was able to make love to it.

And then he was doing what she had said, his tongue performing its beautiful magic on her skin and all Saffi could do was gasp. He jerked his head up. “Say you’ll play with your br**sts while I eat you.”

Her lips parted in shock even as she became wetter at what he was saying.

His eyes darkened. “Now.”

Saffi looked at the camera again as she slowly lifted her hands to her br**sts. She couldn’t help but whimper as she pinched her own ni**les, her voice hoarse with desire as she said, “I’ll play with my br**sts while I let Staffan e-eat my pu**y.” She ended with a gasp since Staffan’s head had dived back down, his tongue delving deep, causing her to knead her br**sts almost desperately. When he moved up to suck on her clit, she screamed and instinctively pulled on her ni**les at the same time.

Staffan sucked harder and longer at her flesh, loving the wetness and scent of Saffi’s sex as her screams filled the room. “Are you ready to come, H?”

“Y-yes!”

“Then say it.”

This time she didn’t need any coaching. She looked down at Staffan then at the camera, gasping, “Staffan is going to make me come now!”

He thrust one finger inside her as his teeth clamped hard on her clit.

“Staffan!” She screamed his name over and over, her back arching at the strength of her orgasm. And then he was pushing her up the bed, his dick sliding into her warmth. He felt even more enormous than usual, and so, so hot that she could only gasp and clutch him as her body continued to jerk with her juices flowing out.

Staffan started ramming into her. His movements started at a controlled leisurely pace but when she raked her nails on his back with a gasp, her back arching to meet his thrusts, his movements soon became uncontrollable, his h*ps moving furiously over hers.

“Please!” She held him more tightly to him, not knowing what she really was begging for.

Staffan pulled out just to throw her legs over his shoulders and then he was shoving his dick into her again, the new position causing his dick to penetrate her even more deeply, its tip brushing against the mouth of her womb.

“Oh God. Please!”

He closed his eyes, shuddering at the sound of Saffi driven crazy with desire. Knowing that he was responsible for it pushed him closer to exploding, and he quickened his tempo, making sure to drive into her harder, faster, and deeper with each thrust.

Her head lolled wildly. “Staffan, please!”

“Fuck!” He came with a roar, his h*ps furiously pumping as he came, and Saffi screamed his name again, her body reaching its second cl**ax.

“God, baby.” Staffan was the first one to speak, his voice hoarse as he pressed a kiss to her hair. Doing so felt wrong and right, but right now he didn’t care. He just had the most f**king amazing night of his life and knowing that it was just the start was…mind-blowing.

Saffi sighed as Staffan slowly rained kisses on her face, the touch of his lips brief and tender as it grazed her skin. “Staffan.”

Her lilting voice curled around him like an embrace, and he closed his eyes, savoring the sound fully before forcing himself to move. He had this urge to pamper Saffi, starting by cleaning her and then carrying her back to the living room where they could finally enjoy the dinner she had prepared.

But Saffi seemed to have other plans.

He chuckled when her arms and legs immediately tightened around him as she grumbled like a protesting child. If it was anyone else, he would have been irritated, would have thought the woman clingy.

However, the woman holding on to him so tightly wasn’t anyone else. This was Saffi March. His beautiful, charming H – H for hopeless liar. H for himmel. Min himmel.

The enormity of how much she was beginning to mean to him struck Staffan like a lightning bolt, and the fear accompanying it left a bad taste on his mouth. Staffan’s arms tightened around Saffi instinctively as he fought off the fear.

He would fix this so that everything would be good and safe between them. Whatever happened, he would do everything in his power to keep her with him. She had to stay. Goddammit, but she had to. Because right now he could no longer imagine what life would be without her.

Chapter Eight

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Quick question: What does MILF mean???

“No, we will not watch the video.” She was red-faced but adamant, just the thought of what Staffan was so innocently suggesting making her shudder in embarrassment.

They were seated in the couch – or at least he was seated on the couch while Saffi was on his lap – with Staffan bare-chested while she wore his shirt. Between them, they shared a plate of steak and mashed potatoes. Despite his billion-dollar inheritance, Staffan actually had very simple tastes when it came to food, which Saffi knew would surprise his new fans. In fact, ordering his favorite dishes had been a breeze since everything he wanted was easily supplied by the extremely helpful kitchen staff.

He feigned shock and incredulity. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, H.”

She stammered, “I’m not. I’m just totally, umm, offended because it seems like you’re, umm, doubting my ability to look good in my own sex video. I mean, hello?” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I didn’t do a lot of those.”

He tried not to roll his eyes back, knowing it was yet another of her countless exaggerations. He really should force the truth out of her, Staffan thought idly. But---she was so obviously having fun with it. And if he had to be honest, he was having fun torturing her about it, too. Surely allowing Saffi’s little disguise to continue wouldn’t be of any harm to anyone.

Tucking an errant lock of her hair behind her ear, he asked instead, “What kind of movie did you prepare for us?”

The look in her eyes and the way she froze made him smile. This, he was sure, would be interesting again.

“You know, since we already did, umm, our own  p**n , maybe we should watch another---”

“H.”

She bit her lip.

“What was it we were supposed to watch?”

“Umm, you said you wanted something you surely hadn’t watched before.”

He looked at her musingly. Since this was Saffi, whatever her idea for impressive  p**n  would be...different. “Is it hentai?”

She shook her head.

“Maybe something that involved MILF?”

She shook her head again, trying not to make it obvious that she still had no idea what MILF meant. Maybe---Miss Ignorant Likes Fucking?

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