Page 109 of Fake in Love


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Marci’s hands move up the back of my neck and into my hair.

“Oh, Jesse.” She sighs. “You’re such a mind fuck.”

I grind my hard cock against her, hiking one of her legs up. She’s wearing a silk thong underneath, and I reach down and slip my finger past it, pulling it forward and then snapping it back into place.

“Why did you wear that?”

“For you.”

Words I love to hear.

“For me,” I say. “I was going to eat those appetizers, but now…”

She moans, and I capture those gloss-covered lips with mine. They taste like cherry, and I suck and lick, devouring her. Marci’s fingernails rake through my hair, drawing pain and pleasure, and I want to tug that thong aside and bury myself inside her right here, right now. Fuck everything else.

“Jesse,” she whispers. “Baby, we’re not supposed to do this. You should be in there. You wanted?—”

“I want you,” I say. “Why is it, Marci, that I can’t make it through a night without having you at least once? What have you done to me?”

I rub my hard cock against that silk slip of fabric between her legs. It’s already soaked through, and some of her wetness rubs off on my suit pants.

She reaches between us and grabs me, stroking me through my pants, and I grab either side of the doorjamb.

“Anyone could come out here and see us,” she whispers, her tone needy. “They could catch us.”

“Don’t care. Do you?”

She bites her bottom lip as she strokes me, and then she fumbles with my zipper.

“That’s it,” I say. “You want my cum, don’t you? You want it dripping down your thigh while you pretend to be my chaste, good little wife.”

“Yes.”

She’s panting as she gets my dick out. She swirls her thumb over the tip, catching beads of my pre-cum and raising it to her lips. She sucks her thumb clean, and I nearly blow.

“You like that? Being my good wife, my good girl?”

“Yes.”

I tear her panties to the side and glance up and down the hall.

“This is going to be quick.”

I lift her off the door and press her to the wall next to it.

“They could catch us,” she whines.

“Not if we’re quiet.”

Which seems like an impossible task at this point.

I hold my cock at the entrance to her pretty pussy. I’m so fucking hard, and I haven’t made her come yet.

“Just do it,” she whispers like she can read my mind. “I’ll go while you’re inside me. Please, baby, I’m so fucking horny for you.”

“Fuck.”

I press inside her, and she accepts me, making the sexiest mewling noises I’ve ever heard. The silk of her cunt has me on the brink, and I press my thumb to her clit as we pound it out together.

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