Page 148 of Merry Fake Bride

His cock forms a thick, hard ridge underneath me, so I roll my hips down and he moans in surprise.

“You got turned on just from kissing me?” I pull back and study his handsome face while his fingers sweep up my cheek.

There’s a flicker of concern in his gaze when he nears the stitches at my hairline from the crash, but the warmth never leaves him.

“Can you blame me?” His lips twitch into a smirk. “Look at you.” My cheeks warm further and then he sighs dramatically. “Butyou’ll tell me I’m too injured so I guess I’ll just dream about my beautiful wife and all the things I’m going to do to her when I can walk to the bathroom without limping.”

I can’t wait that long.

“Shut up,” I groan, capturing his lips once more.

Using my body and his compliance, I push him down onto the rug under the tree and then lean up, shifting in his lap until I’m perfectly perched over his cock and away from his thighs.

“Fuck,” Kairo grunts. “Is it your plan to torture me?”

His hands rest on my waist and he gazes up at me with so much love in his eyes that it’s hard to believe this is my life.

“What would you do?” I ask, rolling my hips down against his clothed cock. “If I did just sit here and tease you for hours?”

“I’d flip you over and fuck you untilyoucouldn’t walk,” he replies immediately, his voice low and husky. “Maybe even tell you I was going to keep fucking you until I put a baby in you, but I already did that, so…”

His hands move down my thighs and he groans softly. “Are you really going to torture me, an injured man?”

I’m tempted to keep playing, but his caressing of my thighs and his rigid cock beneath me have my core clenching and heat trickling through me like phantom touches.

“You’re lucky you’re irresistible,” I murmur, pulling my shirt above my head.

My clothes are shed within minutes, leaving only the thin material of Kairo’s boxers to separate us.

His chest heaves as he takes shallow breaths and licks his lips, his eyes darting between me and where my pussy aligns directly over his cock.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “I can feel you.”

“Can you?” I brace my hands on his abdomen and slowly roll my hips, dragging myself over his clothed cock just once, then rolling back.

His cock twitches beneath me, and a spike of excitement shoots directly to my core.

Muscles clench and roll, my clit throbs, and my walls close down on nothing as every inch of me hungers for him.

But I keep teasing, back and forth, until the fabric beneath me is soaked in my juices and his precum.

Kairo’s panting and his hands flex against my waist and thigh, switching between warm caresses and an iron grip.

Each roll makes his cock twitch and his breath catch.

His skin flushes and his dusky nipples rise from his body.

Leaning down, I drag my tongue over one and Kairo’s hands move to my breasts.

He gropes and massages, groaning softly and tweaking my nipples until my head is foggy with pleasure and I can’t stand it anymore.

Rising onto my knees, I pull his boxers aside and finally free his cock.

Gripping it with one hand, I adjust my body and guide myself down until the soft crown nudges against my entrance.

“Fuck,” Kairo groans and his head tips back. “Holy shit…”

He trails off into a loud, deep moan as I sink onto his cock and let gravity guide me.