Page 64 of Married to the Frenemy

“I need you to move. Need to feel you.”

“You do feel me.” I rock my hips even slower. It’s taking everything I have not to slam my cock into her. I want to. But I love seeing the effect I have on her more. Love watching her become completely unhinged with desperation.

“I need more.” She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me closer. “Need it deeper. Harder. Faster.” She grabs my cheeks in her hands. “I need you to fuck your wife.”

I didn’t think it was possible to crave this woman even more, but I was wrong. She knows exactly what to say to get what she wants. She always has.

“If I do that, I can’t make any guarantees you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

She barks out a laugh. “Is that right? You really think you can fuck me that good?”

I bite back my smile, my heart warming at the challenge in her words. A reminder of who we are to each other. Who we’ve always been. For as long as I can remember, Haley challenged me, made me put my money where my mouth was. And my god, I loved proving her wrong.

Or at least trying to prove her wrong.

But this is one challenge I refuse to lose. My reputation is at stake.

I lean toward her, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and nibbling. “Do you really think you can stand me fucking you that good?”

She digs her nails into my back and drags them down my spine. “Try me, Lawrence.”

“Gladly, McBride.”

In one swift move, I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach.

“Hands and knees,” I order.

She follows my command, glancing over her shoulder as she spreads her legs for me.

I kneel behind her, teasing her slit with my erection. “Are you sure you really want this?”

“What’s wrong? Worried you won’t measure up to the hype?”

I thrust inside of her in one quick motion, the sudden invasion causing her to scream out.

“Does this feel like I won’t be able to measure up, Haley?”

She buries her face in the pillow, her chest heaving. When she doesn’t immediately answer, I curve over her, taking her ear between my teeth.

“I didn’t quite hear you.”

“No,” she struggles to say.

“What was that?”

“I said, no,” she repeats, her voice muffled.

“I’m sorry. One more time.”

She pulls her head from the pillow, her fiery eyes meeting mine. “I said no. Your dick definitely measures up. Okay, you cocky bastard?”

“No need to get all worked up over it. If my wife wants to be fucked, I’m happy to oblige. After all, you know what they say, don’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“Happy wife. Happy life.” I slowly pull out of her. “And being inside of you definitely makes me happy.”

Gripping her hips, I slam into her, and her cries of pleasure mingle with my labored grunts. But this time, I don’t stop. Don’t pause. Don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I thrust harder, faster, deeper, driven by an insatiable thirst for her.

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