Page 5 of Merry Fake Bride

It’s enough to make my thighs tremble.

Burying my face into her neck near her hairline, our hands work together to lift her skirt far enough that the hot, bare skin of her upper thighs and lower back warms my fingers.

Her legs spread, and she thrusts her hips back against me with a breathless moan, then she tilts her head to the side and peers at me over her shoulder.

“I’ll make you wanna work for free for the rest of your life,” I gasp, lightly sucking her earlobe into my mouth as I shove my jeans down past my hips and free my cock.

Pulling her panties to the side, my fingers are instantly soaked as I slide them through her pussy.

She’s as wet as I am hard and the whining, needy moan that escapes her throat is all the permission I need.

I didn’t realize my world was spinning off-axis until everything clicked into place the second I thrust into her from behind.

She loops one arm back around my neck and slides her fingers into my hair.

Her other hand braces against the wall while I keep one arm around her waist and the other on her hip as we align with one another.

In this moment, nothing else matters other than the tightness of her pussy and the sweet scent of her fruity perfume rising from her neck.

I start thrusting immediately, unable to stop myself and eager to bury myself inside her over and over again.

She tries to speak, but her words are lost in the frantic gasps and wordless whimpers that I fuck out of her mouth.

Her fingers arch against the wall, her hips move back against me, and she tugs on my hair with every thrust.

It’s messy and the smothering heat building between us is almost unbearable, but I’m addicted.

Her skin is soft and hot, her curves melt under my hands, her pussy grips my cock on every thrust, and just as I sink into the enticing rhythm of fucking her, she suddenly gasps out loud and starts trembling in my arms.

I’m still thrusting when it hits me that she came already, and the tightening of her walls around my cock in a rapid rhythm is what pulls my orgasm out of me like a punch.

It’s so sudden and so intense that I barely have time to register it.

I’m spilling inside her, panting into her hair, and struggling to keep us both upright through an intense orgasm that hit me far sooner than I’d like.

I want to enjoy her and savor her, but pleasure beats us to it.

Adeline slides off my cock and out from under my arm, then in a flash, she’s fixing her clothes and barely looking at me.

I sink briefly down onto the lid of the closed toilet, but as I find my words to ask her who she really is, she silences my mind with a single soft kiss.

“Wait—”

“Goodbye, Steve.”

Then she’s gone in a flash, and I’m left with my phone resting on my thigh and her perfume lingering in the air like she was nothing more than a dream.

Was it something I did?

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DEVON

“Ow…”

With a hangover from hell and regret sitting heavily in my chest, I slide my keys into the lock ofJust A Sweet Thingand open the door.

The usual comforting scents of cake, dough, and sweet icing unfortunately turn my stomach, and instead of opening the blinds, I bolt through the bakery to the back and make it to the toilet just in time.