Page 58 of Fake It 'Til You Sleigh It

Son of a bitch!My mind races as my body yearns to be sheathed deep inside her, pulsating and engorged so tightly I might black out and—

“Seriously, Ethan? Not a single condom in your room?

“Give me a second to think. My blood isn’t exactly flowing to my brain right now.”

My eyes scan the room, desperate for a solution. SpongeBob’s eyes seem to mock me, saying,Better luck next time.

“Wait. My Pokémon cards!”

I spring up, my hand shooting under the bed to grab a yellow binder sporting a bright Pikachu emblem. With swift, precise movements, I riffle through the crystal-clear plastic sleeves, each card meticulously arranged by type, rarity, and personal significance. It’s a collection that would make any enthusiast drool.

“Ethan, what the hell are you doing?”

“I stashed condoms in here. It’s the only place I figured my mom wouldn’t check,” I say with unwavering concentration as I flip card after card. “Whenever I would explain stuff, like how to use the evolutionary stone to level up my Charmander, my mom would zone out. She couldn’t stand these things—”

“I can see why.”

Shut up, man! Stop talking about your mom.

And for fuck’s sake, hurry!Between your SpongeBob sheets and Pokémon card collection, she’s gonna change her mind.

But then Chase’s fingers tug at my boxers, dipping beneath the waistband and brushing against my tip.

And I’m focused up—now that’s what I call directing.

As I continue searching for a condom, her smooth hand starts exploring me. Her delicate fingers glide up and down my shaft, and then she gives my cock a firm squeeze.

My pulse skyrockets.

My dick throbs in her hand.

My brain’s dizzy.

“Found one!” I exclaim, hastily pulling the condom from its sleeve, tearing the page out of the binder in my urgency.

Chase snatches the wrapper from my grip and smiles. She rips it open with her teeth—what a savage!Her eyes fix on mine as she slides the condom over my length with a confident, seductive motion.

God, I’m about to blow.

“My turn,” I growl, shoving her back onto the bed firmly. My body hovers above hers as my hands and lips trailblaze a path down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. I’m enjoying every sigh and moan; obsessed with bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

She spreads her legs, a welcome invitation. My mouth crashes onto hers once more, our tongues tangling in a heated dance as I position myself at her entrance. With agonizing slowness, I push in, feeling her walls stretch around me, her breath hitching against my lips.

“You all right?” I whisper.

“Fuck yes,” she breathes. “Thank Poseidon, you don’t have a limp fish dick.”

“Sweetheart, I have a full-blown sea monster.”

I smirk until she rocks her hips, encouraging me. I push deeper, inch by delicious inch, pumping in and out slowly and savoring every sensation.

She’s so snug.

So hot.

So drenched.

It’s a goddamn paradise.

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