Page 68 of Real Fake Husband

Feeling her come unraveled makes me groan, and when she slumps back with a loud moan, involuntarily, I release her, satisfied, watching as her orgasm takes complete control of her. It’s a beautiful sight, her mouth slightly open, her body shivering intensely.

“I love it when you come for me,” I growl and kiss her clit. “That’s a fucking good girl.”

Not giving her time to breathe, I yank my belt free. Next, I unbutton my pants and lower my zipper. Fuck, that’s going to feel so good. It’s not until I grab her waist and pull her forward that she finally says something, placing her hand on my chest.

“Wait. Cal. It was incredible, but,” she gasps, still breathless, “just, wait a second.”

“I’m not waiting, baby.” I press my mouth against hers, and she melts beneath me.

A second later, she breaks free. “We shouldn’t sleep with each other.”

“Josie. I don’t want to sleep with you, I want to fuck you. Hard. Thoroughly. All night.”

“Oh, my God.”

My mind is focused on one thing, and one thing alone: claiming Josie. To get her naked. To see her tits (finally). To feel her around my aching cock. To make her mine. To feel her walls milking every fucking last drop from me. I lean back, my hand around the back of her head and my lips brushing her skin.

But she halfheartedly pulls back to stop me again. “We shouldn’t do that either.”

Fuck.“What?” I frown, my dick weeping. “Why the hell not?”

“Sex complicates things.”

“Things are already complicated.” What she says makes no sense. “Sorry, sweet thing, you need a better reason.”

I go back to kissing her neck, my hands on her tits, loving the way she moans when I do.

She drapes her arms around me, her nails digging into my back, holding onto me with all her might. It urges me on. With a grunt, I rub myself between her thighs. They open up to me, welcoming me. The heat and slickness are fucking overpowering. Her hands fall to my hips, stopping me from pushing forward, from rocking rhythmically against her.

“Reason-s,” she mutters, breathless. “So many reasonswhy we shouldn’t.”

“Such as?” I manage to ask.

“We fight all the time,” she breathes out.

“We’re passionate. Sex is exactly what we need to blow off steam.”

“We…barely know each other,” she tries, her voice hoarse.

“We’ve known each other our whole lives.”

“I don’t even like you. Ihateyou.”

Okay, this one’s bullshit for sure. “You don’t hate me. We both know you left the bra lying around on purpose.”

She hesitates. “I didno—”

I don’t let her answer. She squeaks when I press my mouth to hers, my fingers rubbing her drenched little clit, loving that she’s ready for more. When I tug on her hair, tilting her head back, she presses into me. I can feel her pussy clench each time I tug. The more I kiss her neck and my hands roam her body, the more her resolve slips, the wetter she gets. Each protest comes out weaker and weaker. I’m giving her plenty of opportunities to stop me if she wants, but she’s not taking it. Her hands are touching me, clinging to my arms, all over me.

Just when I reach the clasp of her bra, however, she lets out a shaking breath and sighs.

This time when she pushes me away, there is reluctance in her gaze. “I’m on birth control, but I forgot to take it today. And yesterday. I think.”

That does make me pause. “I don’t have condoms.”Goddammit.I’m always packing, but with the move and everything else, buying condoms hasn’t exactly been on the top of my list.

Disappointment is written all over Josie’s face when she pushes me back to put more distance between us, trying to catch her breath. “All right, well, that settles it.”

“That doesn’t settle anything,” I rasp, not giving up. “We can still make out.”

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