Page 82 of Fake in Love


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“Be careful, Angel. You’re playing with fire.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Marci asks. “Break the rules?”

“I told you I’m not going to do anything unless you beg me to break them.”

“Beg you?” Marci asks.

“Yeah.”

Marci gets up and walks to the other side of the room. She sits down on that fucking armchair and crosses her legs, flashing me the white lace underwear she’s got on underneath her dress.

I groan.

“I’m not the begging kind, baby,” she says and slips off one of the straps of her dress. Her finger hooks underneath the second strap. “But I know whatyoucan do to make me happy.”

“What’s that?”

My restraint is close to snapping.

“Break the rules,” she says.

I’m off the bed before the words are fully out of her mouth. I stride toward the armchair, and her gaze blazes with a challenge. I loop my arm around her waist, grasp the back of her head, and lift her out of the chair.

Marci lets out a squeak that I swallow with a kiss, furious and hot. She kisses me back with as much ferocity, her legs around my waist, her pussy grinding against me. Her hands rip at my shirt like she can get it off me by sheer force of will.

“Jesse,” she moans. “Jesse, Jesse.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t touch yourself without saying my name,” I say against her lips, my hands grasping handfuls of her ass.

I slip my finger over that wet lace underwear. Then I walk Marci over to the bed and sit her down on the edge of it, pushing her down so that she’s flat on her back, legs open.

“Jesse.”

“There’s one thing I will beg for, Angel,” I say, and lift her skirt to reveal her soaked, lace panties. “And that’s this pussy. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of eating you until you come?”

Marci rises onto her elbows to watch me, eyes wide.

I suck on her clit through the fabric, messy and desperate to taste her again.

“Please,” I say.

“Oh my God.”

“Please let me eat this pussy every night,” I say, and then I wrap the sides of those lace panties around my fingers and pull. The satisfying rip of the material makes her gasp and moan. And then I feast on her.

I suck her clit into my mouth and pump two fingers inside her, finding her g-spot and teasing her relentlessly. She screams and arches into me.

“Yes, scream for me, wife.”

“Jesse,” She keens. “Jesse, I can’t take it.”

“We’ve only just started. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you’re going to plead for more,” I say, between luscious sucks of her clit. I remove my fingers and fuck her with my tongue. I return to her clit and pump three fingers inside her.

“This is going to be my cock soon, Angel.”

“Jesse, I can’t. I’m going to come. I can’t.”

“Yes, that’s it. Come with my ring on your finger.”

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