Page 102 of The Pretender

Yep, you heard that correctly. Legs spread, her head onourrailing.

Vee and I bought a house.

Together.

On. The. Lake.

And we celebrate by pounding one out on every solid surface we can manage, without offending our neighbors.

Buying our lake house was a dream come true for both of us.

Just like having her bent over the railing and fucking her brains out to the sounds of boaters on a Sunday morning. I didn’t care that she was sitting out here, enjoying her coffee and answering emails as the sun rose. All I saw, when I rolled over in an empty bed, was her delightful ass just outside the French doors, donned in nothing but that flannel shirt. Bam. My dick was rock fucking solid in a matter of two seconds.

“See what?”

I pound into her, the wet, slapping skin, drowning out her breathy words. I don’t need her to answer. Although a moan, scream, or a dear God help me would put a smile on my face.

I pull out slowly and rock back into her, drawing out the torture of where she wants me the most.

“Bash,” she whines.

I sink in deeper, fighting my own need to drive into her unbridled, but this is how we like it: torturous. Her muscles clench around me, trying to keep me in deep. “Huh uh,” I whisper.

She shivers against my chest. “Please.”

I groan. She knows what a well-placed please does to me. “Not until you tell me what you see.”

I honestly don’t give two fucks about what she sees. The fact is I ask her this question every single time I strip her down on our property. It’s a game at this point. She knows what to say, but she won’t because she likes withholding from me, and I like pretending I don’t love it.

“I don’t know,” she lies. I can hear a smile in her voice.

I start to pull out. “No, no, no.” Her hands reach behind her, pushing at my pajama pants that I didn’t bother to pull down but a few inches.

“Look at all of this,” I remind her, pointing to our lakefront backyard, complete with a boat dock and jet skis. “It’s all ours.”

“Mmm…”

It’s not the answer I was looking for, but then again, she knows this. I pinch her nipple, making her yelp. “Let’s try that again, shall we?” I roll her nipple between my fingers, before dropping my hand, and listening to her whimper.

“You’re not playing fair today.” I ignore the impossibly cute whine she’s giving me.

“And you’re not giving me what I want, Valentina. You know how to play this game.”

She pushes back against me and I let her. For one, I’m selfish, and two, I like to see her needy. “It’s all ours,” she finally relents with a whimper.

I look over the curve of her ass to the messy hair on her head, damp with sweat. She’s stunning amongst the scenery of our two-story lake house that not only has plenty of space for our families to visit, but two studios in the basement. One for me and my movie memorabilia (told you I’d have a space for it) and one for Vee to continue her makeup tutorials, even though she has a job with a studio.

Our studio.

After our movie,Subscriber Wars, made headlines, we signed a contract for two more. But after the third film, Vee wanted to retire from the big screen as her passion has always been behind the camera. I didn’t like being away from her, so I started producing, and together, we released two blockbuster hits.

With both hands on Vee’s hips, I pull her close and kiss her neck, absorbing every moan and clench of her body. “You smell so good,” I whisper. “Like lake water and mine.”

She chuckles and tries to reach back and smack me. “I do not smell like lake water.”

I push into her again, this time rolling my hips, so I hit that spot deep inside her that sends her folding over the railing. “Not yet.” I reach my hand under her shirt and find her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. I’ve tortured us both long enough, especially when her knees go weak. “You gotta stay upright,” I tell her. “And then we will get this shirt out of the way and take a dip in the water.”

She’s clenching around me so hard that I almost lose my footing and send us both toppling to the ground. “You’re going to come all over my dick,” I tell her. “All you have to do is let go.”

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