Page 61 of Fake Wife
Damn, she just does it for me.
Her hand slips between us, wraps around me, and I grin against her throat. “You want something, angel?”
God, I love that she reaches for me. Unapologetic in her desire for me, and how in the hell did we last this long? This has been building, rolling between us and growing since the moment we met and she blinded me with her beauty.
“You.” She arches her hips toward me and I still her with my hand.
“We have things to talk about. Decisions we need to make.” But I’m kissing her collarbone, her chest, nibbling on her nipples, and feeling like my dick is about to explode from her small fingers and warm palm.
“After.” She presses against me, her wet sex on my thigh, grinding against me like we’re teenagers on a couch with parents who don’t give a crap in the other room.
Good lord. I’m done. Nothing is more important than finally getting a taste of Teagan.
I roll to my back, shoving away a pillow from beneath my head, and then wrap my hands around her hips, yanking her over me, having her straddle my chest.
“I haven’t tasted you yet,” I say. Few women can ride a man’s face with no hint of embarrassment, but Teagan grins. Her eyes sparkle and that glimmer in her eyes is a delicious little gift. It tells me everything I’ve already been thinking. She’s perfect for me. “Climb up.”
“Only if I get to taste you, too.”
Oh hell yeah. My balls draw tight. I’m ready to blow and I haven’t even gotten a view of her luscious ass yet, the taste of her cunt, but the promise alone is enough.
I slap her ass playfully, and help her turn around. Her hands glide down my abs, my hips as she bends over. I can’t wait anymore.
Her pussy is in front of me, wet and glistening, and I yank her to me at the same time she cups my balls.
“Yes,” I grunt. Yes to all of it. To her, the sweet taste of her juices, the gentle way she handles me as if she has all day to play with me.
I touch her everywhere I can reach, massaging her ass while she works my dick.
Tease her asshole with my thumb, which makes her go crazy. She pulls off me, groans, hips bucking.
I slap her ass. “Hold still.”
“I can’t,” she pants. She turns and looks at me over her shoulder. “That feels so crazy good.”
A girl who likes a little back-door play. A million ideas flutter into my brain and fill my balls with come.
I’m going to need to start a list.
I yank her back to me, working her into a frenzy and pulling back, teasing her, running my fingers through her wetness, pressing against her clit. I take her to the edge and pull back until I burn with need to release.
“I’m coming,” I warn her, but she only takes me deeper.
I shoot my load down her pretty little marked throat, and she comes, all over my face.
Crazy, wild,realabandon, and it’s beautiful.
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“What else are you planning? World takeover?”
She startles at my voice as I walk into the kitchen. She’s sitting at the counter, papers spread all over the place, fingers tapping on her laptop while she pauses only to take a bite of oatmeal she scavenged from somewhere in my pantry.
She has a mug of coffee next to her, and the scene is almost identical to yesterday. Before everything changed for the better, hopefully.
I didn’t think we’d be able to tear ourselves away from each other after our morning started in bed, but Teagan left me shortly after to go shower in the bathroom attached to the bedroom she’s been sleeping in.
While I took the time to get ready and answered a few emails, more texts from Trey giving me shit about settling down when I told him the wedding will be Labor Day weekend, a worry niggled in my mind after she left my bed this morning to put space between us again.
