How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,86
You asshole.”
I wound up to hit him again and he quickly grabbed me and pulled me against him.
“You’re embarrassed by her,” he whispered to me. “You don’t want to be exposed to me.”
“Your point?”
“I think it’s adorable.”
“Fuck off, Jackson.”
“How about you just let me fuck you?” he offered. “That’ll calm things down, right?”
His right hand slid down to the bottom of my dress.
As he hiked it up, I looked at the door.
He did lock the door…
“Great,” I said. “You’re going to fuck me in a bathroom now?”
“A vegan bathroom,” he said. “This is probably the cleanest bathroom in the world.”
“Shut up,” I said. I looked up at him. “And hurry…”
He lowered his mouth to mine.
I bit at his bottom lip, then we started to kiss like the restaurant was on a timer set to blow up and we weren’t going to be able to escape.
When his fingertips touched between my legs, I let out a groan.
I broke the kiss and put my head back.
Jackson’s tongue slithered down my neck to my chest.
He growled where my dress started, knowing he wouldn’t be able to taste my breasts.
I loved it. I loved that subtle sense of power that my breasts had over him.
“And you’re wearing fucking panties tonight,” he said.
“Oops,” I whispered. “What are you going to do about it?”
I got my answer a second later when he pulled the middle of my panties to the side and caressed his fingers against my wet folds.
Fuck, Jackson…
He made me instantly wet.
I hated it.
But it was only because I knew what was about to come.
I was in it for the cock. And the cash.
Cock and cash.
How professional of me, huh?
Jackson unzipped his jeans and pulled himself free.
I didn’t get to see him but I felt him.
He pressed his thick cock to my body and I let out a hungry sounding groan.
“This is for my wife,” he whispered as his hot breath spread across my chest.
He thrust forward and filled me in a way only Jackson could.
I grabbed for the edge of the counter and then grabbed for his shirt.
I looked down and all I could see was my dress pushed up and Jackson fucking me.
I lifted my gaze and he stared down at me with a very dangerous look in his eyes.
He kissed me and I grabbed for his face.
I needed him to keep kissing me.
I couldn’t look into his eyes again.
Not while we were fucking in the bathroom.
It was too risky.
His eyes… his cock… my feelings… things were crossing worse than I expected.
I refused to let him stop kissing me.
I thrust my hips at him with force.
He pounded at me like I was trapped in a burning room and his cock was the battering-ram to open the stuck door.
I shut my eyes and stopped kissing him because the feeling between my legs began to explode faster than I expected.
As if Jackson wasn’t already perfect at everything else, he had mastered the art of the quickie for sure. And not just him humping me for a few seconds and coming… he knew how to make me come that quick too.
He kept his mouth touching mine as I began to shake with overflowing pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I want to scream.”
“Scream into my mouth, sweetie,” he said.
He kissed me and I let out a scream.
I had no clue why… but it was weird yet sexy at the same time.
His hands moved to the small of my back and he pulled me closer to him.
He was buried so deep inside me his cock needed a flashlight to find its way out.
And he stayed there. Thrusting over and over.
My pussy squeezed against him, throbbing with my racing heartbeat, demanding his…
“Fuck,” Jackson groaned as he started to come too.
My head fell back again and I sucked in a breath and held it, making it so I couldn’t scream.
Last thing I needed was to scream and have everyone come rushing in thinking it was a murder scene… when in reality it was just Jackson murdering any chance of another man making me come half as hard as he did.
I held his face, shaking as his cock pulsed over and over… and over… and…
Jackson slowly pulled back and thrust forward once more with a grunt.
Then he moved away from me.
That sudden emptiness made my inner thighs tingle down to my toes.
I shut my eyes for a second and caught my breath.
I reached down between my legs to adjust my panties, not that it mattered.