Page 78 of Real Fake Husband

She peels the thong down, and I help get it off her, impatiently tossing it to the side.

I grab her ass and caress it, squeezing, spank it a couple more times (equally sharp), giving her the delicious pain and pleasure she enjoys. I call her princess, and Josie gasps and moans. Her ass is already turning into a pink blush. I spank her a few more times after that, enjoying how she’s whimpering under my touch, before brushing my hand down her ass cheeks.

I reach between her folds, brushing over her slit, finding her dripping wet. Whoa. That’s what I’m talking about. She’s loving this.I’mloving this.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you, princess.”

“Cal…”

I spank her pussy and call her my queen, because why not, and—to my delight—she starts dripping down her thighs.

The desire that has been building for days is at its boiling point, and Josie wiggles and moans under my hand as soon as my fingers brush along her pussy to her clit.

“Will you behave from now on?”

“Yeah…oh,” she yelps as I rub her where she needs it the most.

“Are you sure?”

“No fair…yeah…I will…”

Sounds perfect to me.

When I release her and flip her onto her back, she kisses me eagerly, grabbing me by the front of my shirt. I let her. We’re just getting started. Scooping her into my arms, I walk toward the bed. Her hands are on my chest, all over me really, and she can’t stop kissing me. Whoa. No woman has ever kissed me like that. She kisses me like she hasn’t kissed in years, like her life depends on us kissing, and my kisses are her only salvation. Fuck, she’s into me, and I’m here for it. She’s kissing me into oblivion, and I almost lose control from sensation overload.

“Hey now,” I growl between her fevered kisses. “Should have known you’d like it rough.”

My knees hit the edge, and I lay her down onto the bed. All the while, her hands can’t stop grabbing at my body.

Jesus Christ. I’m going to fuck her senseless.

I relish how much she wants me, and soon enough, my hands are all over her body, mapping the tight corset and knowing that very soon, there won’t be any fabric in the way so I can touch that smooth skin of hers. She works the buttons of my shirt, hastily undoing each one as our mouths wrestle for dominance. She’s determined to keep the lead, while I’m determined to make her putty in my hands.

Spoiler alert: I’m winning (naturally).

Stradling her hips, I break away only so I can get rid of my shirt. I’m becoming addicted to those fucking kisses, the beautiful amount of suction, her tongue, soft and demanding, needing to have her lips moving against mine. Before diving in for more, I take a second to just admire the fucking gorgeous beauty that’s sprawled underneath me.

Her lips are red and inviting. Her chest moves up and down as she pants, those alluring eyes clouded with passion. She reaches up, and I think she’s going to go for the button of my jeans. Hell, yeah. But instead, she runs her hands up my stomach to my chest, tracing my tattoos with her fingertips. The light caress sends a shudder blazing down my spine, and my body erupts in goosebumps. It’s like she’s mapping me, trying to memorize everything she’s seeing.

“You like what you see?” I rumble.

“Please, hurry,” she murmurs.

“Hush, baby, you have no control in the bedroom, sorry. I’m going to take every precious second.” The urge to fuck her immediately isn’t winning the war inside me. “I want to savor this,” I growl. “I want to savor you. I want to take my time, to kiss you until you can’t breathe, to unwrap you from this lingerie like you’re the best present I could’ve ever asked for.”

“Oh, I hate you,” she whisper-moans.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Please do it already…”

She’s impatient, and I couldn’t care less. Slowly, I slide my hand up the corset, between her tits, up her neck, and around to the back of her head before leaning down to claim her lips again. Her nails drag up my back when she puts her arms around me, making me grind down to relieve some of the pressure in my jeans.

“Now explain why you very obviously want the man you hate to fuck you.”

She gasps, “Ehhh…no…I mean…” and starts kissing me again.

With patience, I take my time undoing the laces of her corset, all the while not letting our kisses break. The way her lips and tongue dance with mine will be the death of me, meeting each of my movements with her own. I’m as eager as she is, tasting and touching while I rid her of the annoying barrier of fabric that separates us.

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