How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,75

washing my breasts for the fourth time in five minutes.

Or that before the soap was even brought up, his fingertips touched between my legs, tempting me into coming again, which I did not.

That one I held back on purpose.

Last thing I needed was Jackson thinking he was the master of my body and pleasure.

That would never happen.

I would come when I was ready to come. And if that required him touching, tasting, or fucking, then I would be the one to allow it.

Even this morning… did he think I was stupid?

I felt him staring at me. Tickling my face. Wanting me to turn around.

I know what my body looked like and I knew what my body could do.

He may have been the one fucking me in bed, but I was the one throwing my ass back at him, knowing how to move my hips and demand his beautiful cock spill its warm mess inside me.

This wasn’t a one player game… this was two players.

Strange enough, Jackson and I wanted the same thing. We wanted to feel pleasure. We wanted to come. And we wanted to take over the company.

Even when his fingers inched their way back down to my pussy, I had thoughts about work.

That was just me.

And I knew he was thinking the same.

His fingertips pulled at my soft skin, exposing my awakened clit.

I looked down at her and smiled.

Don’t say I don’t take care of you. I’m letting fucking Jackson touch you… that’s true love, my dear clit.

He made small circles and my knees bent.

I felt his cock throb against my back and I stepped away from him.

I turned around and looked up at him.

“What?” he asked in that cocky voice.

“My turn to make you scream,” I said. “Be ready, asshole.”

“I love when you talk like that to me,” he said.

“I bet you do,” I whispered.

My right hand grazed the hard skin of his cock as I lowered down to my knees.

The shower water hit the top of my head and gave the effect that I was outside in the rain.

That was fine with me.

I had work to do.

And the water would only serve to help me.

I gripped his cock at his thick root and kissed the tip of his head.

He let out a growl that shook the entire bathroom.

Just wait, Jackson…

I opened my mouth and greeted him with a slow moan and an even slower motion as I took his cock into my mouth.

I didn’t fuck around either.

I kept going.

Inch by inch.

When I reached the spot where most women had no choice but to stop, I paused for a second. I took a breath, shut my eyes and kept going.

Jackson’s hand slapped against the tile and I groaned again, knowing I had him.

“Fuck, Callie,” he hissed. “You’re going to make me… ah….”

My lips touched my fingers at his root.

I made a gentle pumping motion with my hand and slowly reversed back, feeling every steel-like inch of cock exit my mouth.

When my mouth popped free, I looked at him.

The water pelted my face and I really couldn’t keep my eyes open that great, but whatever.

My hand stroked him, just once, letting him know that was the warning.

When my mouth touched his cock again, it wasn’t coming off until he was done.

A good wife knew how to care for her husband, right?

I shut my eyes and felt him pulsing in my mouth.

His hand touched the back of my head, holding me in place, even though I didn’t need the direction.

I swallowed all Jackson had to offer and just for good measure, I eased up and down him a few more times.

Then I slowly stood up and kissed his chest.

Jackson just stood there frozen, taking deep breaths.

I placed my hand over his heart and smiled.

“I never realized that you actually had a beating heart,” I said. “Go figure.”

I started turning and he grabbed my hips to keep me facing him.

“That’s your fault my heart beats like that, sweetie,” he growled.

“I know. Tell me that wasn’t the best head you ever had,” I dared him.

His nostrils flared.

I leaned forward and kissed his chest one more time.

Then I stepped out of the shower with grace.

Knowing his eyes were going to devour my body as I left the curtain open, I grabbed a towel.

I slowly and seductively dried my body.

I turned and rubbed the soft cloth under my breasts, lifting them and letting them go, over and over. They were drier than a desert, but each time I touched myself, Jackson’s cock pulsed