Page 87 of Accidental Husband
My last conscious thought flies away.
Her hand feels so fucking good.
She drags her thumb over my tip. Then she wraps it around me. Strokes me up and down.
Fuck.
"God, Griff." Her breath is needy. Heavy. "You're that hard? For me?"
"Yeah."
"Have you—" She slides her hand over my cock. "Have you thought about me?"
"I try not to."
Her eyes meet mine for a moment. Then her gaze shifts downward. She watches herself work me. "What do you think about?"
"Everything."
"Me too." She shifts off my legs. Onto her knees. Her lips brush my chest. Stomach. Cock.
Fuck.
The pressure is feather soft, but that only makes it more intense.
She drags her lips around my tip. Slowly. Then faster. Harder.
Her lips close around me.
Jules takes me into her mouth.
Fuck, she looks good between my legs.
For a moment, my gaze shifts to the mirrors reflecting us.
I watch her take me deeper.
My cock disappears in her pretty mouth.
Her hair falls over her cheeks.
Her chest heaves with her inhale.
I reach down. Bring my hand to her chest. Toy with her nipple.
My touch is too hard, too aggressive.
But it only makes her groan.
And, fuck, that groan—
"I want to come inside you, baby." I tear the condom wrapper with my teeth. Tug at her hair. Pull her back up my body.
She climbs into my lap. "I want you everywhere."
Fuck. How is she so fucking good at this? It defies reason.
My sweet, innocent, bookworm best friend is a sex goddess. And she's about to fuck me senseless.
