Page 61 of Fake Love

I want to rip every single piece of fabric that’s between us all so I can feel her skin against mine. So I can feel her bare chest against mine, so I can feel her core slide against my cock and let out a release.

So many things that I want to do, but I have to be good. I have to give her what she wants.

Not breaking us apart, I lift her up and walk us back to the living room before setting her down on the couch.

If I’m going to watch her play with herself while I’m not allowed to touch her, I’m going to do it while the moonlight comes down on her.

I brake apart from her for a quick second to get rid of my shirt.

Her eyes never leave my body and when I look back down at her, I see her hand twitching as if she wants to reach out and touch me.

“The only body part we get to touch is our lips, nothing else.” I state, solely for my own good.

No way would I be able to touch her tits just once and be able to pull away.

“Such a stupid rule, but I will play,” she says before she follows my lead and takes off her shirt.

Her breasts are being held up by a barely nothing there bra that I’m sure I can rip with my teeth.

It’s sheer and her nipples are already in peeks asking for attention.

My mouth waters at the sight. “Fuck.”

“No touching,” she says with a smirk, pinching one of her nipples through the fabric of her bra.

“Just because I can’t touch, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view. You should take that bra off.” I say, licking my lips at the visual.

“I will, when you take off those jeans,” she says as she reaches around her back as if to toy with her bra clasp.

I follow orders like a good boy and quickly rid myself of my jeans, leaving my briefs on.

With a smirk, Jen takes off her bra and flings it off somewhere. I don’t even look where it landed because my eyes are on her chest.

The memories of our one night together don’t do the visual I have in front of me justice.

“Good girl, now your pants. It’s only fair. I can’t be the only one with just my underwear on.”

With a seductive glance, Jen stands up and turns around. I watch as pushes the fabric covering her hips and thighs down. She bends in the process, causing my eyes fall to her full ass.

It's a sensual move. One that makes me want to fuck her in that very position. If only I could touch her and make it happen.

Once her pants are discarded, Jen turns back around and starts her appraisal of me.

“I don’t know what it is, but you look so much hotter tonight than you did back in March.”

I’m taking that as a complement. “It could be all the baseball that I’ve been playing.”

“It could be.” A smirk plays at her lips as the words leave her lips, but it quickly turns to a grin when she starts to move her hands along her body.

Jen caresses her breast, giving each one of her nipples a tug. Her caresses quickly move to hard grips, her fingernails digging into her soft skin.

How badly I want to replace her hand with mine.

I grip myself through my briefs and give myself a few tugs at the visual.

“That’s a hard grip you have one your tits there.” I say, continuing with my strokes.

Her head rolls a bit as she continues with her movements. “I like my chest to be played with. Bites, tugs, hard grips, a few smacks, everything. The harder the better.”

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