Loving Faith by Sara Hooper Read Free Book Online Page B

over-sensitized and, as Matthew's fingers filled her, they overloaded. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. All she could do was try not to fall and hope that she didn't pass out.
    Matthew bent his body over hers, his hand moving rapidly. He shoved a hand down the front of her dress, pinching her hard nipple between his finger and thumb. Inarticulate cries fell from her lips and, suddenly, Matthew's voice was in her ear.
    “I hope you're prepared for when I'm ready again. There are so many ways I want to fuck you. In the shower. Bent over the couch. On the table. I want to tie you up, take you to the edge again and again until you're begging to cum. Fuck your ass until you can't sit for days.”
    At some point during his monologue, Faith became aware that her cries had turned into a single word. “Yes, yes, yes.”
    A knock at the door echoed through the apartment and Matthew straightened instantly. In a shockingly even voice, he called out, “coming!” The hand on her breast moved beneath her. “Which means you need to be cumming.” As his hand began to furiously rub at her swollen clit, he pushed a third finger into her cunt and twisted the digits. Her release exploded over her and Faith sunk her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle her scream.
    An instant later, Matthew pulled out and Faith slumped to the ground. He was out of the kitchen before her body had stopped twitching. As she pulled herself into a sitting position, she heard low voices coming from the living room, a low male chuckle, and then the door shutting again. After a moment, Matthew appeared, a very roguish grin on his face.
    “Pizza's here.” He held out a hand.
    Faith took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “What's with the smile?”
    “I hadn't exactly gotten my pants completely done up,” Matthew retrieved some paper plates and napkins. “So, to assure the guy that I wasn't hitting on him, I made a joke about bad porn involving a pizza delivery man, but that he was too late to fuck my girl.”
    “I'm sure that's in some way vaguely insulting,” Faith rolled her eyes as she followed Matthew into the dining room. “But I'm too hungry to complain.” As she settled back into her seat, she winked at him. “Just be forewarned, I will make you pay for that later.”
    “I look forward to it.”
    ***
    Faith groaned as she leaned over the toilet, her stomach churning. She'd been a little nauseous yesterday and had chalked it up to the head-cold she was getting due to the recent drop in temperature. The last of September's warmth had given way to October's chill. Too much congestion often made her a bit nauseated, so she hadn't thought anything of it. Now it looked like she was coming down with the stomach bug that had been going around at work.
    She waited a few more minutes to see if anything else was going to come up and then slowly stood. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes as she leaned against the sink. Once she was relatively certain that she wasn't going to get dizzy, she reached for her toothbrush. Only after the foul taste was gone from her mouth did she head back into her room to get her phone.
    Rebecca answered on the second ring. “Good morning, Oracle .”
    “Hey, Rebecca,” Faith winced at the croak in her voice as she headed for the kitchen. “It's Faith.”
    “Oh, hi, Faith. You don't sound good.”
    Leave it to the bubbly former Miss Chattanooga to state the obvious. While some former beauty queens – Madison, for example – were highly intelligent, there were always the ones who made it painfully apparent why the stereotype had been created. Rebecca Wonder was one of those. She was good with people, which was a positive trait to have in a receptionist, but everyone knew that her only qualification for the job had been that the owner of the magazine was her uncle. At least she was nice.
    “I don't feel too well either,” Faith retrieved a package of crackers from the cabinet and walked into the living