Page 41 of Marry Your Best Friend

Her smile practically lights up her face. “Oh yeah, well, I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

I frown. So help me if she tells me this is only for one night or some shit like that, I’m going to lose my mind. “Why not?”

She smirks. “Because eventually I’m going to have to go to work, and I don’t think my birthday suit would align with the hospital's dress code.”

I let my hand slide down and palm her breast, flicking my finger across her nipple. “Plus, I would have to cut out any man’s eyes that looked at you.”

Her smile gets bigger, and I tug on her nipple. “You like that, don’t you? You like that I’m jealous.”

She hisses out a breath. “I do because then I don’t feel so bad that I’m jealous of all your women.”

I trace my finger in circles around her nipple. “I don’t have any women… just you.”

She rolls her eyes. “You obviously don’t see all the women ogling you.”

I can’t stop the smile, and she smacks me on the chest. “You like that, do you? You like knowing that women ogle you?”

I push her to her back and then stand up. As I remove my clothes, she watches my every movement. “I don’t like that other women ogle me. I like it that you look at me. I like that you don’t like it that other women look at me.”

She goes up on her elbows to watch me, and I take down my pants and underwear in one swoop. My cock is hard, pointing right at her, and she’s practically salivating looking at me. “Turn over.”

“No.”

I’m not sure if I’m going to like this game she’s playing. “What do you mean no?”

She sits up. “I mean I want to touch you, Gabe. I didn’t get to last time, and I’ve thought about itever since. I told myself if I ever had the chance, I’d—”

She stops, and I hold my breath. “You’d what?”

She lifts her head. “I’d taste you this time.”

Fuck me. Blood rushes to my cock, and I feel like I’m almost delirious. I shake my head. “I’m sorry, did you just say you want to taste me?”

She nods and gets off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of me. She circles her hand around my cock and grips me.

My hips surge forward, and she kisses my tip. When she licks along my length, I groan until she takes me in her mouth, and then I lose all sense of reality. She sucks me in, stroking me with her tongue, and I can barely contain myself. My hips pump even though I try to keep them under control.

She smacks my thigh. “Don’t hold back from me, Gabriel Gray.”

She sucks me in, and when I hit the back of her throat, she swallows, taking me deeper. I tangle my hand in her hair and gently tug until she pops off my cock.

She looks up at me with arousal in her eyes and swollen lips.

“I need to be inside you, baby.”

She hesitates and I pick her up off the floor and then lay her face-down on the bed. She tries to lift up, but I hold her down with a hand to her back.

Her eyes widen as she looks at me over her shoulder. “But…”

I shake my head. “You trust me?”

She nods, and I tell her, “Good. Because I want to see this ass, Chrissy.”

I groan seeing her plump bare ass. I can’t stop myself from palming her cheek and squeezing it and then giving it a slap. She lets out a grunt but turns her head to smile at me. “I didn’t know you were a butt guy.”

I grab both her cheeks in my hands. “I like your butt.”

After another smack, she widens her legs, and her cunt is dripping for me. I pull her toward me, until her legs are hanging off the side of the bed. I slide my thumb through her slit and then up by her ass, and she twitches.

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