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Even I can’t deny that the man is unfairly attractive. Even if I want to hit him with my car.
I’ve always liked this… game between the two of us. This delicious tension that makes my dick hard. She just thinks it has to do with our families hating each other. But the truth is, I don’t actually hate Emma Worthington. I just want to shove my cock between her lips to shut her up.
I shouldn’t be eyeing the man I hate, but here I am, ogling him like he’s Sunday dinner.
I nod, avoiding his gaze. I’m seriously on the fence about asking him if there’s an aphrodisiac or something in this beer because I am increasingly horny. For… Jackson Pearce.
Every single time she opens her mouth to be a little brat, I want to put her on her knees and fill it.
To take off her clothes, worship her body with my tongue, and show her just how much of a brat she is with my handprints blooming bright red on her ass.
“B-but we hate each other,”
“Never said I hated you. In fact…”
“I happen to fucking love these.” I cup them in my palms, squeezing and pushing them together as my thumb brushes along the hard pebble of her nipple.
Never in my life did I think I’d have Emma Worthington begging me for anything, let alone beneath me.
There are only a few things in life that I believe would truly bring me to my knees, and I know without a doubt that this is one of them. Emma Worthington is one of them.
“If I’ve only got one night with you, Emma, I’m taking every fucking second of it,” I say, tracing my tongue along her nipple. “Don’t rush me. Let me look at you.”
Fuck, I want to taste her. I want her to soak my face until I’m drenched in her.
“Your pussy sure doesn’t hate me, Emmie, because you just came all over my face.”
I want to paint her with my cum.
“Fuck. Emma, a condom.”
We both freeze. I can’t believe I got so caught up in the moment I didn’t even pause to think about it. That’s never happened before.
“I’m on birth control, and I was just tested. I want ...
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“God… Jackson, I’m so full,” she pants, rocking her hips back and forth so her clit brushes against the base of me. “I’ve never felt so… stretched.”
She’s going to make me come in thirty goddamn seconds if she keeps talking like this. I’ve never been inside a woman bare.
“I need you to stop talking and fuck me, Jackson Pearce.”
My brow arches. Most of the time, she drives me up a fucking wall, but damn, I think I actually love that mouth.
My gaze drops to where I’m fucking her, and I spread her open further so I can better watch my cock slide into her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Watching her stretch to take all of me, her pussy pink and puffy from my cock pounding inside of her.
“Look, clearly, that was a mistake. One we agreed we would never bring up again, so please, can we… not? This is already complicated enough as it is, and we don’t even like each other, Jackson.” “I mean, you liked when I had my coc—” Reaching out, I slap my hand over his mouth
“Don’t worry, Snowflake. You’ll be begging me for my cock again soon.”
“Put me down, or I’m going to scream.”
“Snowflake, there’s not a neighbor for fucking miles. Scream all you want—no one’s gonna hear you. Actually, better yet, let me give you an actual reason to scream. We both know how much you like to scream my name.”
“Yeah, well, I think I like you more than I should. I can’t stop fucking thinking about you. Don’t you think it would be easier if I didn’t see your perfect little pussy every time I close my eyes? If I could stop remembering for a single second how you came on my cock or the way you fit me so goddamn tight, like you were made for me?”
“My life would be a hell of a lot easier if I hadn’t started to realize that maybe I have a thing for this sassy, overly organized, takes no shit and gives it back twofold girl.”
“That sounds a lot like me.”
“Yeah. That’s exactly who you are, Snowflake, and I think I fucking like it. I like it a lot.”
“Let’s worry about the rest later. Right now, all I want to do is taste you, Emma.” Lifting my shirt, he holds my eyes intently. “I want to feel you come on my cock again. I want to spend the rest of the night forgetting the world until it’s just you and I.”
“I wonder what you’d look like with my belt around your wrists? On your knees like the good girl you are, taking my cock. Mmm.”
“I want to see you take my cock the way you take my fingers. Stretching around me while I fill you with my cum.”
“Not going to lie, my dick’s getting hard just seeing you look so… festive. Really does it for me,”
“‘I’m going to make you come on my face, right here in this dressing room,” I rasp against the shell of her ear, nipping at the lobe. “And if you make a sound, then you’re wearing that sweater for the rest of the day.”
“Hands on the mirror, Emma. Eyes on me. I want you to watch me eat your perfect little pussy. And I need you to be a good girl and be quiet, or everyone on the other side of that door is going to know what I’m doing. That you’re soaking my face.”
“Your pussy is dripping, Snowflake. Such a good, dirty girl, taking my finger. Does it turn you on knowing anyone could hear us? Knowing anyone could walk in and see you bent over, your tight little pussy on display, swallowing up my fingers?”
“I’m having fun, Snowflake. But I’ll be having even more fun later when you’re on your knees, when I show you just how much I love when you’re a mouthy brat. I’m still thinking about the dressing room. About how tightly your needy pussy squeezed my fingers. I’m about to pop a damn semi in the middle of an ice rink.”
“I’ve been dying to kiss you since the moment he walked in that damn door, Snowflake. Hush,” he whispers against my lips, nibbling on my lip before teasing the seam of them with his tongue. “You make me fucking crazy, you know that?”
We’re going to do our annual gingerbread house competition, and I need all the help I can get. I’ll even let you be in charge of decorations. I know that gets you hot,”
“You are fucking perfect, Emma Worthington, and I was a fool for ever thinking you were anything other than that,”
“I want to fuck these, mark them, make you fucking mine, Snowflake.”
“Suck my cock, baby. Show me how much you deserve to be on the naughty list.”
“Wanna look at those pretty tits as you choke on my cock, Snowflake.”
“That’s it. Open up for me like a good girl. You can take all of it—take it all for me.”
“Fuck, Emma. You take my cock so well. Like the most perfect fucking girl.”
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your pussy seeping for me. Seeing the mess you make. All this just from taking my cock down your throat.”
I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, the entire town surrounding me, and the only thing I see is Emma Worthington.
If you had told me a month ago that I would be falling in love with the girl I’ve spent the majority of my life hating, I would’ve laughed in your face and told you that you’d lost your mind. Yet, here I stand, hopelessly in love with her.
