Page 88 of Accidental Husband

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I roll the condom over my cock.

She wraps her hand around me. Holds me in place as she lowers her body onto mine.

My tip strains against her.

Then she envelopes me.

"Fuck." Her fingers dig into my shirt. "You're—"

"Yeah."

"I… fuck."

It's the only thing in my head. She feels so fucking good. Soft. Warm. Tight.

She's nervous.

I am too.

I'm inside my best friend. Jules. The woman who's been by my side since fourth grade.

Who's seen me through every ugly moment and every triumph.

Who wears my art like it's a badge of honor.

Who—

Fuck.

She groans as she takes me deeper. It's equal parts agony and ecstasy.

Then I take her nipple into my mouth, and the ecstasy takes over.

My fingers curl into her hips. Press the fabric of her dress into her skin.

I guide her body over mine. So she takes every inch slowly.

Then I do it again.

And again.

She rocks her hips forward, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.

I groan against her chest. "I want to touch you, baby." I offer her my hand. "Show me."

Her nod is heavy. Her expression is bliss. Her groan is music.

She keeps one hand on my shoulder. Wraps the other around my wrist.

She takes my hand. Places it at her pelvis, my thumb against her clit.

Fuck, she feels good against my digit.

My gaze shifts to the mirror.

I watch as she takes me again and again.

As she grinds against my thumb.

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