Page 63 of Married to the Frenemy

“My wife has a praise kink, doesn’t she?” I grind out, my breathing increasing as desire heats my veins. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. Taking my cock like a good girl.”

Another moan falls from her and she grabs my ass, pulling me even closer, my dick easily hitting the back of her throat. I tighten my grip on her head as I thrust harder and faster. When I notice her squeeze her thighs together, I abruptly step back, pulling my erection from her mouth.

“Spread your legs,” I order through my heavy breaths.

She furrows her brow. “Wha?—”

“I don’t want you doing anything that’s going to dull the hunger building inside of you right now. That includes squeezing your thighs together. So if you want me to get you off again…” I narrow my gaze on her, “Spread. Your. Legs.”

Her gaze meets mine in a challenge, but her body betrays her as she slowly adjusts her position and parts her legs. I can see the fight in her, though, the stubbornness that’s always drawn me to her.

“Wider. I want to see how wet you get from letting me fuck your mouth.”

Without saying a word, she obeys me, parting her legs even further until she’s spread wide open for me. Then she surprises me by reaching between her thighs and spreading her slickness around, coating my cock with it before taking me back into her mouth.

“Fucking hell,” I hiss, cupping her head again as I push in and out of her, taking control of her mouth.

And she lets me use her mouth, just like I fantasized about. But it’s even better than any of my fantasies because of how much she enjoys letting me do this, the vibrations of her moans propelling me higher until I’m teetering perilously close to the point of no return.

Just when I feel like I’m about to lose my mind, I pull out and roughly haul her to her feet. My lips crash down on hers, our tongues colliding in a frenzied dance as we fight for control.

“Why did you stop?” she pants when I tear my lips from hers, both of us gasping for air. “I would have let you come in my mouth.”

If it were possible to get even harder, I probably would have. As it is, the only thing keeping me from coming in my hand is the idea of dead puppies and a lackluster harvest.

“And I love that about you.” I touch my mouth to hers, kissing her softly. “But the first time I come in you after this long, I don’t want it to be your mouth.” I trail a hand along the curve of her frame, her breath catching as I slip a finger between her legs and ease it inside her. “I want it to be in here.”

She whimpers, her breathing increasing as I continue to stretch her, her tight walls pulsing against me.

“Can I do that, Haley?” I scrape my unshaven jawline against her neck, her fair skin reddening under my touch. “Can I come inside you?”

“God, yes.”

I stop my ministrations and meet her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control. I don’t exactly trust condoms anyway, considering that’s how I ended up with Maggie.”

“I’ll wear one if it makes you feel better. Double layer of protection and all that.”

She hoists herself onto her toes, pulling my mouth toward hers. “I appreciate that, but I need to feel you, Beckham. Nothing between us.”

“Nothing between us,” I repeat as I press my mouth to hers and walk her backward toward the bed, carefully lowering her onto the surface.

Crawling between her legs, I bring my erection up to her entrance, teasing her. I keep my gaze locked on her and slowly ease inside. Her lips part around a noiseless gasp as I fill her, inch by incredible inch.

And it is fucking incredible. There’s no other way to describe how she feels around me. Even that feels woefully inadequate for how my body responds to being inside her again after so long.

Once I’m fully seated, a shiver rolls through me. I cover her body with mine, not wanting even a whisper separating us. I gradually retreat before pushing back in, keeping my motions slow and measured to get her used to my size, especially since she hasn’t done this in five years.

“Beckham,” she exhales, moving with the rhythm I set.

“Yeah baby.”

“Please,” she begs, dragging her nails down my back.

I groan, arching into her touch. I never knew a touch could cause such a visceral reaction. No one has ever made me feel anything remotely close to the carnal urges currently swirling inside me.

All the more reason this is a horrible idea. But an even more horrible idea would be depriving myself of this. Because nothing’s ever felt more right than being inside Haley.

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