Page 71 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

Too late. It’s too goddamn late.

“Nathan. Fuck me. Now.” She whines as she rolls her hips.

Utter madness builds behind her gaze. Insanity scrambles mine.

When our naked bodies press against each other, chest to chest, heat against heat, I find paradise. I realize I’ve never had it until now, because as I edge my throbbing cock to her entrance and ease in so fucking deep, my soul leaves my body.

Jeanie gasps in my ear like she sucked it in. She fists my hair as her heels dig into my back. “Fuck. Yes.”

With each rolling movement, the mattress jumps inch by inch until it slides halfway off the bed’s base. Jeanie leans wide-eyed over the edge while I hang on to her sweet ass.

“Nathan!” Jeanie grips me tighter.

“I’ve got you.”

I haven’t stopped pounding her. I can’t. The feel of her pussy clutching me is too fucking soft, too warm. She feels like home.

And at this angle, I’m rubbing directly on her g-spot. She’s already swelling within, her walls tightening and trembling around me. Every stroke coils me tighter.

“More.” Jeanie’s moans grow louder until her body stiffens. Her beautiful eyes roll back into her head. And then she comes on my dick so hard, I think her body might shatter.

The overwhelming sensation triggers mine. I roar out and spill myself into her. Euphoric waves of pleasure surge through my body.

Beneath us, the bed frame collapses in a crash, making the entire mattress slide over the edge and flat on the floor, taking us both with it.

Heaped in a pile of twisted blankets and pillows, Jeanie and I giggle until both our faces turn red.

“I think we broke the bed,” I say.

She giggles. “I think you broke my back. I might need an Advil.”

I frame her face and kiss her. After this, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to let her go.

Shit just got so much more complicated, and I’m fucking terrified.

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jeanie

Shaken, Stirred, and Glass Licked Clean

In the morning, I draw shapes on Nathan’s back with my fingertip. At my touch, he yawns and burrows deeper into the fluffiness of the duvet, appearing unwilling to wake.

I don’t blame him.

The ocean breeze rushes in through the open doors. Sheers dance in the sparkling sunlight. Beyond, waves crash and seagulls squawk. With us snuggled, relaxed, and wrapped together, everything about yesterday and last night was paradise.

“It’s a beautiful day,” I whisper near his ear and kiss his shoulder. Even with his face hidden, I can see the edge of his mouth crack into a smile.

He rolls over. His scruff has filled in, and his tan is deeper from yesterday’s outing. Even his poufy hair is heart-stoppingly adorable. When his sleepy gaze lands on mine, his eyes squint in their own radiant smile. He kisses me good morning as he outlines the roundness of my breast.

“You’re a little red.” He studies my chest where there’s a tiny patch of burned skin.

“My lotion boy did a bad job,” I say.

“Maybe your lotion man was too distracted by your milkshake in that bikini.” His hand slides around my hip, reaching for my backside.

I grin. “If you give my milkshake some attention, maybe I’ll forgive this one oversight.”