How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,73
where last night left off.
I rubbed her clit like a million dollar winner scratches off a lottery ticket. Her ass wiggled and danced against my aching cock, leaving me ready to lose my load right on her cheeks.
Which wasn’t the worst idea ever…
Callie reached back and grabbed me.
Her fingers trying to wrap tight around my hard shaft made me suck in a breath.
I moved my fingers faster, needing her to come.
We kissed harder and faster.
Then she gave me the tug.
Not the jerking off tug where she wanted me to come.
This was the other kind of tug.
The fill me up kind of tug.
I moved my left leg around her body and pulled her against me.
She released her hand and moved to her belly, grabbing for the sheets.
I eased over her body, my dick buried between her legs, feeling her heart racing against my hard skin.
My left hand grabbed the edge of the bed.
We didn’t have much room to work with but I wasn’t going to stop and move her to the middle of the bed. The moment was too fucking hot to let it slip by.
With my right hand, I opened her legs.
I touched under my heavy thickness and pressed against her tight slit.
Callie hissed and buried her face into the pillow.
Her body began to quiver to my touch.
I moved forward and her pussy sheathed me with the kind of wet warmth that made staying in bed all day fucking seem like a really good idea.
My right hand grabbed her right ass cheek.
I held her tight, taking slow breaths as I eased deeper into her.
In this position… and with her legs trying to close… she was so damn tight.
My balls threw the white flag and were armed to finish right then and there.
I shut my eyes and told those fuckers if they turned me into a two-pump chump I was going to rip them off myself.
Just the thought of that eased the situation.
I lowered my body down to Callie’s.
My abs resting against her round ass.
My hands gripping the bed to keep balanced.
I bent my elbows and lowered down to kiss the middle of her back.
I lifted the lower half of my body back and thrust down with force.
Hard. Powerful.
And with each thrust, Callie groaned louder into her pillow.
Now that was the perfect way to start the morning.
I opened the apartment door carrying a brown paper bag.
Callie popped her head from the kitchen. “I thought you left.”
With a pussy like that, I could never leave you, sweetie.
“I went to get food for us,” I said. “Your fridge is mostly empty. Don’t you go shopping?”
“When I feel like it,” she said. “That a problem?”
“You’re like a college kid or something for fuck’s sake.”
“I see the charm has worn off, huh?” Callie asked with a grin.
“No. I’m still picturing you and I fucking each other. Your hair and face scream sex.”
“Funny,” she said. “It’s my apartment, I don’t have to impress anyone.”
“Of course you don’t,” I said.
I walked to the kitchen and found two pans.
One for the eggs. One for the bacon.
We both needed a good meal after last night and this morning.
It took a lot to wear me out but my goddamn legs were tingling from coming as hard as I did this morning.
And Callie took it all…
I gritted my teeth and looked down at my pants.
I told my cock to take a breather.
I needed food before the fucking began again.
“You know, you’re the one who showed up here,” Callie said.
I turned on the two burners on the stove and laid out the bacon first.
I looked over my shoulder. “Really?”
Callie shrugged her shoulders. Wearing nothing but one of her own t-shirts and purple panties. The same ones from last night.
She looked fucking hot.
Way too sexy for her own good.
“If we’re asking questions about last night then… and why I showed up here…”
Callie pointed at me. “No. I’m not talking about it.”
Just tell me why you were crying, sweetie.
“But we should talk,” Callie said.
The bacon started to crackle and I set my sights on the eggs next.
“Scrambled good?” I called out.
“Scrambled is fine,” she said. “Did you hear me, Jackson?”
“I heard,” I said. “You’re going to ruin what happened.”
“How am I going to do that?” Callie asked.
I found a bowl and started cracking the eggs.
“Simple,” I said. “You’re already overthinking it. We know what it was.”
“And what was it?” Callie asked.
I opened a drawer and got a fork and went to town smashing up the yolks.