Page 60 of The Pucking Fake Marriage

“I didn’t.” I’m newly distracted by the outline of her breasts under her sheer robe. I was right. She’s wearing nothing underneath it, a fact that my dick registers.

“Interesting,” she murmurs. It’s very clear she doesn’t believe me. But I’m losing track of the conversation, unfortunately.

“Take off your robe.”

Charlie’s eyes widen. “What?”

“Take it off. You can make the rest of your breakfast without it.”

She swallows, her eyes trained on me. Looks like she’s fighting some sort of internal battle. For a moment, I think about the fact that Kali managed to get to her yesterday.

“Only if you takeyourclothes off first,” she demands after considering my request for a beat.

Now that surprises me. “My body isn’t nearly as interesting as yours.”

Her eyes are boring into mine. “I beg to differ.”

Why does that feel like the most honest thing she’s ever said to me?

“Fine.” I stand up and walk around the counter so she can see me fully. I unbutton my shirt first and slip it off.I quickly shove my pants down next. When I straighten, I’m fully naked in front of her.

Charlie’s breath has suddenly turned shallow and fast. I’m almost amused as she fixes her gaze on my dick.

“Didn’t realize this would do anything for you.”

Her cheeks turn a cute pink shade. “Oh, this does very nice things for me.”

It’s almost absurd how normal this conversation sounds. At least, that’s what I think before Charlie takes off her robe and causes my brain to stop functioning.

She’s stunning. Every time I see her, I appreciate her a little bit more. Her nipples are fully beaded, pointing up to me in a silent offering. As much as I want to go to her, I need to prolong this moment. To make it that much more rewarding for me. For her.

“What were you going to make for breakfast?” I drawl.

She finally tears her gaze from my cock. “I was toying with the idea of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

I lean against the counter and fold my arms. “Let’s see you make it, then.”

It’s a pleasure like I never knew before, watching Charlie walk around my kitchen, grabbing items from the fridge and working over the counter. I keep my gaze on her, my blood spiking a little hotter every time she bends over and blesses me with a view of her ass that jiggles as she works.

My hands close around my dick. I stroke it once before I pull back again. Something about this torture begs me to see it through.

“Want some?” She looks over at me, and I’m glad to see no teasing smile on her face. On the contrary, she looks every bit as frustrated as I am.

I call the shots on this maddening game, though. At least that brings me some comfort.

“Sure.”

I couldn’t fucking care less about breakfast right now. All I want is to continue watching her. Opening the fridge, she bends over to grab the loaf of bread, giving me a full view of herself. It takes a lot of control to stay put and not drive myself into her.

Charlie straightens and heads back to the counter. I can tell from the frown on her face that she didn’t think I’d be able to hold back. When she opens the jam jar this time, a considerable amount dribbles down her chest. It’s quite clear that it’s on purpose. However, she’s got me where she wants me.

“Let me,” I say, approaching her. Charlie turns to me, pushing out her chest as I bend over her. My tongue rakes over her nipples, sucking off every bit of fruit preserve from those delectable tits. Charlie moans as I suck, letting myself flick over her pebbled beads one last time before I withdraw back to the counter.

She’s pouting at me in frustration. I can tell she’s not sure why I’m holding back, what I’m waiting for.

To be fair, I don’t know either.

Charlie makes the toast quickly, placing mine on a separate plate. She pushes it over to me. I take a bite, my gaze never leaving her. I expect her to mirror my movements. However, she’s still staring at me.

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