Page 80 of Real Fake Husband

“I wouldloveto see you try.”

“Smug jerk.”

She kisses me, her hands falling to my jeans. I feel a tug as she yanks on the button and pulls the zipper down. Yes. Perfect. I lift my hips to give her space to pull them off, and she doesn’t disappoint. It’s her turn to kiss a trail down my body, her mouth tracing the tattoos on my chest as she rids me of my pants. I kick them down the rest of the way.

Palming my rock-hard dick, I give myself a couple of strokes, then grab for her.

My hands need to feel her skin again.

Why didn’t I, idiot, think about buying condoms?

I can feel her heat and lift my hips to grind against it. Her response is instant. Eyes fluttering closed, Josie moans, her forehead falling to mine. I knock her hands away and lock my arm around her waist. I cup her face, kissing the breath out of her. We grind together slowly, falling into a steady rhythm. I know I could enter her with a quick snap of my hips.

With one arm around her waist, I grab her thigh with my free hand, using the leverage to put her on her back again.

My fingers circle her wrists, and I pin her arms down on either side of her head, her face inches from mine.

Her fingers push between mine as I hover above her. “Cal…” she breathes between kisses.

“Yes?” I murmur against her mouth.

“I want to feel you inside of me. Now…please.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“I did take my birth control today, but I also bought condoms. We are good.” She points to her purse by the bed and fishes out a packet of condoms.

I rip open the packaging. “You want this cock, do you?” I roll the condom on. Next time she will put it on me, but now I’m in a hurry. I can’t wait anymore. There’s a time and place for going slow, and we’re well beyond that.

There’s a smile on her gorgeous, flushed face. “Yes, Cal. I do.”

All right.

Fingers digging into her thigh, I position myself, my cock nudging at her entrance.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” I growl, and our eyes lock. “Ready to become mine, princess?”

“Yes.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

My heart clenches in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

Slowly, I push inside her, one agonizing inch at a time, smooth, smooth thrusts, my eyes never leaving hers. I’m big for her, and I take my time filling her.

“Relax, you can take it,” I grumble, and she nods subtly. “You’re gonna take every inch I give you.”

Even through the condom, she feels soft, hot and slick. Maybe it’s better that way, because entering her bare would slay me, would be my death. The breath leaves her lungs, and she throws her head back in a silent moan. Slowly, I feel her opening up, taking all of me. It’s so. Fucking. Good.

“That’s my good girl.”

My lips find her neck, and I begin fucking her with slow, measured thrusts. It’s everything I wanted it to be, and unlike anything I ever imagined.

“Is that deep enough for you?” I ask, and she nods against my cheek. Her body fits perfectly underneath mine, like she was fucking made for me. Only me.

“I love this already,” she whimpers.

“You’re mine—there’s no going back,” I growl, driving deeper, making her gasp. “Onlymine.”

“Mmm…Cal…”

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