How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,71
I could have the body…
The moment was gone a split second later when his shirt sailed through the air.
He grabbed the sides of his pants and pushed them down with ease.
His cock was finally free, finally fully visible.
My mouth slowly opened… jaw dropped.
Then my lips smacked together like I hadn’t had a sip of water in three days.
He was…
Perfect.
He moved onto the bed and my eyes refused to look away from his cock.
He was long and thick, root to tip made to be touched, tasted - made to be inside me.
I reached for him, my fingers rolling over his bulbous head, trying to grip just beyond the ridge.
Jackson hissed. “Don’t ruin my moment, sweetie.”
“Learn to be a man and hold it,” I said.
My hand traveled down his mile-long length of shaft to his thick and heavy root.
I pulled, wanting to command him to me, but he was just…
Fuck.
Jackson grabbed my wrist and peeled my hand away.
“You can jerk me off some other time,” he said. “We’re both here for one thing.”
I sighed with relief.
A man who knew how to undress me, kiss me, touch me, and talk to me.
Even if it was the man I hated most in life. The man I was faking a marriage with for a bonus. He was my frenemy… I wanted to watch him suffer as I overtook the company he was probably promised to run someday.
That same man was now touching my inner thigh, opening my legs.
I looked down and saw my wet folds peeling open like a flower in the morning sunlight.
Jackson ran his fingertips - all five - of his right hand over my pussy.
Then he touched his cock, stroking the full tip over and over.
I looked up and he stared down at me.
“Are we good like this, sweetie?” he asked.
I nodded.
We were good.
More than good.
I hated myself for the way I was thinking but a cock like Jackson’s… it was meant to feel… real. Nothing between me and him.
He inched forward and took his hand from his cock and put it to the bed.
His other hand grabbed my right breast and squeezed it tight.
When he moved forward, he rocked his hips, using the tip of his cock to draw a picture between my legs.
I thought about reaching down and guiding him in, but then he smirked.
He knew what he was doing to me.
Teasing me.
Making me think about every other man I had been with.
The guys who fumbled and were nervous and couldn’t do half of what Jackson had already done.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I know, Callie,” he said.
He lowered his mouth down to mine.
The tips of our tongues met and he thrust forward.
There was no welcoming of his cock.
He offered one hard thrust to take himself to the hilt.
The sudden shock and rush of pressure did something I wasn’t expecting.
He made me come again.
We were together.
He was fucking me.
I was fucking him back.
My nails dug up and down his back, scratching him, letting him know that I still hated him even if the sex was unbelievably good.
A good part of me hated that I had been married to Jackson for as long as I had been without taking advantage of this benefit.
It was that good.
I lost track of orgasms.
That neon pink flashing light above my head that read ORGASM? That shattered during the last one.
My back arched and the top of my head tapped against the headboard of my bed.
Jackson’s tongue slithered down my chest back to my breasts for one more helping.
His hands gripped the sides of my body at my ribs.
He pulled me toward him and he thrust forward, making sure there was nothing missed.
Believe me, there wasn’t.
My hands went limp and fell to the bed.
I felt my breasts dancing on my chest.
And I knew he was staring at me.
I didn’t care.
I was vulnerable and exposed… but I was high as a kite from the orgasms and I knew I looked good. I knew my breasts were full and to his liking. I knew between my legs I was warm, tight, and had been squeezing at him, tempting him into finishing. More than once, Jackson had to quickly stop and distract himself for a second.
I loved it.
Jackson kissed down my stomach as far as he could go by bending his back and still kept fucking me.
I had to say… between his length and movement, that was damn impressive.
He retreated up my body again, gently rubbing his bottom lip and nothing else, sending a tingling feeling throughout me.