Page 55 of The Pucking Fake Marriage

There’s absolutely no need to waste any time, even if I still have an agenda in mind. I look around the house, my gaze settling quickly on a chair by the TV. Going over to it, Iplop myself on it. Then, after making sure Charlie is staring avidly at me, I pull my dick out of my pants.

Her response is a dry, ragged breath.

Wrapping my fingers around the hard organ, I start to stroke it. Charlie’s eyes are fixed on my movements, and she seems to breathe harder just from watching me play with myself. It couldn’t be more obvious how turned on she is by it. Her nipples are dotting her dress like two tiny pebbles.

“Ken,” she whispers after a while of staring. “You’re…”

My hand stills. The faster she confesses, the faster I can get to fucking her. “What?”

“You’re…” She takes a deep breath and releases it. “… absolutely crazy.”

My smile widens. “And you’re more scared than I’ve ever seen you.”

Her nostrils flare, her annoyance masking her obvious desire for a second. “I’m not scared of you, Edwards.”

“Too scared to admit what you want, though.”

She’s full-on glaring at me now. “That’s a freaking lie. I’m not walking around here hiding. IfI want something, I’m going to damn well let you know.”

Classic Charlie. Throw her a challenge, and she’ll leap right at it before she even knows what she’s running after.

It’s hard to keep a grin off my face when I say, “Then tell me exactly what you feel when you see me getting ready for you.”

I grin even harder against the anger on her face as she realizes she’s just been played. She looks like she’s seriously considering cursing me and storming off. But then, as I continue to stroke myself, I watch as her anger melts off like ice. Her breath grows ragged again, and I’m almost surprised to hear her say, “It makes me want to touch myself, watching you do that.”

I’d have settled for her talking about sucking me or riding me. Butthatvisual literally makes my heart pound with anticipation.

“Do it.” Every nerve in my body is screaming those words anyway, and I’m plagued with sudden desperation for that sight.

For once, Charlie does exactly as I ask. Arching her neck backward, her eyelids flutter shut. Her left hand moves slowly across her body, up her stomach. I watch as she cups one of her breasts, squeezing gently. And then her other hand comes up, slowly pulling down the neckline of her dress so it can spill free.

She’s perfect. This is worth every second I had to endure Kali’s yapping. Hell, it’s worth even having to decipher Ariel’s cryptic comments. Watching her do that to herself makes my dick grow harder than it ever has been.

Charlie flicks one finger across her taut nipple, moaning. And then, just when my veins are about to burst, she drags one hand back across her body, heading for her center. She slips her hem up her thighs and over her hips.

She’s fully naked underneath that dress. Not even a flimsy pair of panties like last time.

Knowing she came here ready to fuck is my literal undoing.

At least, until she starts to walk over to me. Slowly. One foot after the other. Drawing out my anticipation even more. With each step she takes, I let myself focus on something different about her. Her hair spilling out of that messy ponytail. One tit hanging out of the dress, catching the light in the most sensual of ways. The slickness between her thighs.

I don’t even have time to admire it all before she’s right in front of me. There’s that mischievous look in her eyesagain, the one that reminds me of how she was when she was a teenager.

I part my lips to say something, but before I can even get a word out, she turns around and sits herself right down on my dick.

I groan, a shudder running through my body. Being submerged in her wetness like that, all at once and without warning, feels like heaven on earth. Blinded with ecstasy, I press forward, wanting to maintain my grip on her hips and lead her into grinding me.

But Charlie gets off me in the next second. Her laughter tinkles in the air as she floats away. I storm to my feet, intent on forcing her to behave. But she’s already skipping ahead to the glass wall. She turns to face me when she gets there, her eyes burning with amusement and something hotter.

“The first time I came to your house, I thought of this.” Her gaze burns into mine. “What it would be like, you fucking me against this window.”

It is in this moment I know it for sure. That Charlie Chapman is my damn soulmate. There’s no other person on the planet who can read me as well as she does.

I stumble toward her, too tense with desire to even get my limbs to walk properly. Still, I’m right in front of her in a few seconds. Charlie turns her back to me, the globes of her ass up in the air before I even have to ask. Raising her hem, I thrust into her, my body trembling with relief as I sink to the hilt.

Charlie yells, pushing her lower body up against me, wiggling her ass.

I hear myself groan again as I pull back and slam against her even harder. Raising her so we’re in a standing position, I push into her from behind. She’s pressed up completelyagainst the glass, and I thrust into her again and again, feeling my nerves shatter with pure bliss.

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