Page 59 of Perfect Boy

Hard.

“Sweet digs.” I whistle, looking around the room. “This is the best fake honeymoon I’ve ever had.”

“Better be the only fake honeymoon you’ve ever had, Tiny Dancer.” He stalks toward me, pulling me toward him and kissing me roughly.

Goddamn, he always smells so good. It’s like…make you dizzy while making you feel at home with a side of melt your panties off and make you clench your thighs together.

Yeah, that kind of good.

When he tickles me, I giggle, attempting to shove him away.

“Stop! I hate being tickled more than basically anything else in the world,” I squeal. “I’m begging you. Cut it out! I’ll get grouchy if you don’t stop!”

Thank God that after a few more seconds of torturing me, he stops.

This day has been one of the greatest of my life. And not a thing about it felt fake. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt something so real before.

Watson Gentry is a man straight from the sweetest rom-com. One that makes you feel all warm and gooey inside, like a freshly baked cookie that you can’t help but devour. And then, like a light switch, he’s a filthy-talking, orgasm-delivering hotshot.

Long ago, the world turned me to stone. And that was good because stone isn’t easily broken. But now…I’m slowly crumbling. My insides weakening with every kiss, touch, and kind gesture from this man. And I’m scared that in no time, I’ll be nothing but a pile of dust at his feet.

But tonight, I’m not thinking about any of that. Tonight, I’m going to treat this as if it were a real honeymoon. And I’m going to feel my husband’s body against mine and show him how much I appreciate everything he’s done for me. Or try my damnedest to at least. I don’t know if I could ever repay him for the memories we’ve made today.

I back up a few steps away from him before I slowly glide my fingers to my chest and unzip my jacket, tossing it onto the floor.

His expression grows serious. A familiar hunger swirling inside of his eyes as they remain solely on my body.

This place could catch on fire right now, and I’m convinced it would still be just us. Him and me. And this burning feeling inside of me, making me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.

Next, I grab the hem of my shirt and peel it over my head before chucking it to the side. Hearing him hiss, I bite my bottom lip shyly, eager to hear that sound again. The sound that means he likes what he sees. Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and tug them off, along with my socks. Once I’m only in my blue bra and thong, I slowly stride past him, heading into the bathroom, but not before giving him a small smirk over my shoulder before removing those last two scraps of clothing.

Reaching into the shower, I turn the water on in the astonishingly large walk-in shower and wait for it to get warm.

Stepping into the spray, I let the water pelt against my body. I push my hair away from my face, and when I hear him step into the shower behind me, I don’t have time to turn around before his erection is poking against my ass.

“Did you have this planned all day, Ry baby?” he coos against my ear, the stubble of his jaw tickling my flesh. “Just waiting to get me alone so that you could have my cock all to yourself?”

When he runs his tongue down my neck before biting down, I moan, “Yes.”

My nipples harden, straining as the water sprays over my body.

Sliding his hands around me, he cups my breasts, grinding his length into my asscheek harder.

“Tell me, Ryann, what do you want?” He pushes my hair to the side and kisses my shoulder. “I’ll only give you what you ask me for.”

Though my mind is telling me not to say the words, they come out before I can stop myself as I crane my neck around and look back at him. “To be all yours for the night.” I hardly recognize my breathy voice. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Fuck,” he groans.

Biting down on his lip, he wraps his hand around his dick. Stroking himself a few times, he spins my body to face him.

“Do you know what good little sluts do?” he growls against my lips. “They get on their hands and knees, and they suck their husband’s cock.”

Though I don’t need his guidance, seeing as I’m already eagerly moving to my knees, he places his hand on my shoulder and shoves me down anyway. And something about that action only drives the monster inside of me madder, so desperately wanting to pleasure this man.

“What I’ll give you, Ry baby, is a mouthful of my cum down your throat.” He guides his length between my lips before grabbing a fistful of my hair. “You look thirsty, baby. Is that what you want? A mouthful of me?”

I don’t answer, but instead, I lean forward and take more of him into my mouth. But it’s too much, too quickly. And like an amateur, I gag. Only, instead of being nice and letting me recover, he jerks his hips forward, driving himself further down my throat.

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