Page 43 of Wedding Bet

“That is fucking incredible. But I want you to know something, Jamie,” he said in that velvety voice, and even the sound of my name coming from him was enough to turn me on more.

“Hmm?” I hummed back at him, catching his glance as I dipped lower onto his cock.

His gaze was pure heat. His teeth sank onto his lower lip for a moment before he spoke again. “You know I’m going to wantyourcock inside my mouth after this, right?”

If you still want it after you come,I thought, even though I hated that my brain could be so pessimistic.

I popped off of his dick for a second, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is that right?”

“It’s a promise,” he said. “If you want it.”

I groaned, dipping low again to suck him off.

“That sounds like a yes,” he said. “I’m going to return the favor and then some, Jamie. I’m going to—oh,God, that is so fucking good, what are you doing with your tongue?”

I was swirling it up and down in little circles, all along the length of his shaft. I took his cock as deep as it could go into my throat after, and the way he started to come undone was one of my favorite things I’d ever seen.

“Fuck, Jamie, if you keep doing that I’m going to come,” he said with a broken breath.

I hollowed out my cheeks around his cock, sucking a little harder as I pulled off with apop.

“I think you deserve that after the busy day you had,” I murmured. “I want to taste you, Landry.”

And then I went back down, increasing my pressure and my rhythm until he was cursing under his breath and gripping the bedsheets in one of his fists. His other had was placed firmly on top of my head, holding me like I was his—or like he was fucking my mouth. Both were equally hot to me.

“Please,” he whispered a minute later, and when I felt him bucking his hips involuntarily, I knew he had to be close.

I kept up my pace and when he started to come, I held him, taking every last drop and swallowing around him.

I had done that. I had shared this moment with him, making him lose control. A man who was always soincontrol, giving it all up to me.

I liked that.

“You are fucking perfect, Jamie,” he uttered, and when I caught his glance, I couldn’t believe this was really my life, for a moment.

His amber eyes, his chiseled face. His beautiful, movie-star swoop of hair.

And above everything, the kindness that he showed me.

The phrasetoo good to be trueswirled around in my mind. But he was real, and everything he said seemed true, too.

“You’re not so bad yourself, fake boyfriend,” I murmured to him. “Baby.”

He smiled gently, leaning forward and sitting up so that he could kiss me again.

“Sure as fuck didn’t feel fake to me,” he said.

My heart did a little flip.

If anything, I’d thought he would be the one who would have wanted to remember that none of this was real. That it was just a hookup, and that nothing about it was remotelyrelationship-adjacent.

“Well, you deserved to come,” I said.

“And I’m keeping my promise,” he told me, raising an eyebrow. “Lay back down on this bed, Marshmallow.”

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