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It’s not working. Reminding myself of the fact that there’s a rule against us touching each other isn’t helping my want to touch him, or have him touch me. It’s not like we haven’t stomped on that line already today. More than once.
Maybe it’s the wedding suit, the honeymoon suite, and the fact that he stood up for me against Michael at my fake wedding earlier, but I want him.
Perhaps I can fuck him, cuddle with him, and tomorrow once this whole wedding thing has passed we can go back to respecting the rules. That could work, right? Get it out of our system with a good pegging?
Maybe donning this dick and sticking it in his ass will be just that, a physical act with no strings attached. String-less is the goal. And tenet number one will help us achieve it.
I pick up the harness, allowing my fingers to explore the leather and silver studs before I make a snap decision I hope I don’t end up regretting. “Face down on the bed, Sterling. And spread those cheeks for me.”
CHAPTER 25
Sterling
“Corabelle,you don’t have to do that.” I blow out a long hiss of air. I’m not sure how much longer I can handle my fake wife standing in our fake newlywed suite, with a very real eight inch dildo in her hand and not need to lock myself in the bathroom until I fuck my hand raw.
“Did I stutter, Sterling?” The crisp and concise way she enunciates her words makes my cock strain in my pants.
I swallow hard. “No, ma’am.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
A few minutes later, I’ve prepped with the enema bulb that was tucked in the gift box under the tissue paper—not because she asked, because I wanted to—and I’m as naked as the day I was born.
Lying with your face down and ass in the air is a very vulnerable position. Thankfully for my beautiful fake wife who’s staring down my butthole, I’m well groomed.
There’s a gentle hum behind me as I lower my face into the quilt. The urge to look back over my shoulder, to stare at her while she steps into the harness. Shit. Her wedding dress.
“Do you need help getting out of your dress, Corabelle?”
“I’m fucking you while wearing my dress.”
I groan into the bed. Could she be any hotter? It’s like every fantasy coming true.
The bed sinks behind me as she climbs onto the mattress. She palms my ass cheeks, and my dick finds a way to get harder still.
“Safe word,” she snaps.
“Pickle.” There’s a grin in my voice I bet she picks up on. That fizzle of excitement and expectation that supercharges both the air and every piece of my body.
“Hold them open for me, Kajirus. Let me see that perfect hole I’m about to fuck.”
Fuck. My balls tighten. And if she keeps up with that dirty mouth I might spray my load all over the fucking sheets before she gets that dildo anywhere near my ass.
She pops the top off the bottle of lubricant and squirts some. I’m guessing into her hand since I don’t feel a drizzle between my cheeks.
Her hands slide back and forth like she’s warming the lube which warms something inside my chest. “When was the last time you had a dick in here, Sterling? Do you need a little warming up to this cock I’ve got?” She glides the head through my crack, and I arch my back.
The feeling of emptiness is made even more intense when she drags the toy back up. There’s another squeeze of lube, maybe the first one was for the toy? Either way, curiosity burns my insides because it’s another long moment before I feel her finger at my tight entrance.
She slides her finger all the way in, and I push myself back, aching for more. I grunt.
“Do you need more, Sterling?” Her teasing, sing-song voice is toying with me. I clench my teeth together. My patience will be rewarded, I know it will, but that doesn’t stop me from turning into a needy mess on this bed.
I grip the shaft of my cock.
“Ah, ah, ah. Hands off, Kajirus. Not until I tell you that you can touch yourself.”
My cock twitches. She adds another finger to the first and after half a breath she slides in a third.