Page 83 of Fate In Fiction

My hips move against hers slowly. Filled with intent, I witness everything we don’t say in the way our bodies move as one. I’ve paraded around with enough women and none of them compare to the one lying beneath me.

“More.” She moans, bringing her heels up to push my ass in deeper, hips tilting up. Her tight pussy is soaked and sounds through the room as my balls slap against her. “Harder.”

“Anything for you, Josie.” I hook her leg above my shoulder and hold her hips slightly off the bed as I pick up the pace. “You feel fucking amazing. This pussy was made for me.” My cock siphons high-pitched squeaks and dragged-out whimpers from her mouth with every thrust hitting where it needs to.

Josie brings her hands to palm her breasts, moaning as her fingers pinch her peaked buds. Her hand moves upward, sliding up to her neck as her eyes narrow in a sultry manner, putting me under her spell. I watch her eyes roll back as her hand tightens, a shiver running through her when I pound into her harder. Reaching down, my hand replaces hers, and I squeeze, causing her to tighten around my cock as her body locks up before shaking.

“My turn,” she says breathlessly, pushing herself up after her orgasm dies down. I relax against the headboard as she sinks down onto me and begins to ride with abandon.

My hands grab onto her ass as I aid in the rhythm. Breasts bouncing in my face, she teases me. I tilt my head to suck and nip at her breasts as her breathing increases. She grinds against me as my thumb circles her clit, her moans mixing with cries of my name.

“I’m almost there again.” Josie holds on to my shoulders and bounces.

“You’re getting three before I let you sleep.” The pad of my thumbs circles her nub with more pressure until she screams her release.

I lift her off, flipping her onto her stomach, and push my cock between her legs without waiting even a second. Grinding upward, another pleasured cry sounds through the room and her hand reaches to grip the pillow.

“So deep. Don’t stop,” Josie pants, bending her legs to the side and arching her back. “Just like that.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” My hand connects with her ass. “Such a good girl taking my cock deep.”

“More,” she breathes, and I slap her ass again. I watch the handprint surface and slap her a few more times in quick succession.

“Come for me, little darlin’.” Pounding into her mercilessly, I hold off my release until she comes. My cock empties itself inside her, twitching as I catch my breath. Slipping out, she turns over and lies on her back, lazily smiling up at me. Her stomach flexes as I watch my load mixed with hers seep out from her opening. Two of my fingers slip into her, pushing our mess back inside.

“Keep going. Give me one more.” Josie smirks as she reaches down to rub herself. “We can both get me off.” Leaning down to kiss her, I curl my fingers before thrusting them in and out, groaning at how incredible she looks writhing beneath me.

Once she trembles with another release, Josie settles on my chest and hums in contentment. “Taking off to L.A. with you would have been nice. I’m going to miss you this weekend.”

“I’ll compensate your pay if you cancel on those clients.” I laugh, knowing her response.

“One, I morally will not mess up someone’s trip they’re looking forward to with me, and two, you paying me to fly to another state to have sex would make me feel cheap.”

“What about a private jet makes you feel cheap?”

“A helicopter would be cool,” she muses, but I refrain from anything that could lead into the conversation about what happens when she gets her full access to her funds.

“You’re full of adventure, aren’t you?” Glancing down, I notice her biting her lip.

“I’d love to explore more of you.” Josie’s overconfident tone kicks in, but I don’t call her out on it and let her distract me as she climbs on top to ride me once more until we both fall into a state of satiated bliss.

JOSIE

“You invited her to lunch too?” I whisper across the table to Emery as Stella makes her way over.

“What? We usually all meet up. I thought you’d tell me if you didn’t want her here.” Her puzzled look changes as Stella dramatically drops her large designer purse on the table, taking a seat beside Emery as she pouts.

“Awe, did you hear the word no?” Emery rolls her eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” Stella glares my way. “Criselda said she ran into you and Emmett during your little getaway in Miami.”

“I don’t know her side, but friends don’t use each other to get what they want.” Crossing my arms, I lean back in my chair as my heart sinks. “Your ploy was dirty. How could you use me as bait for a publicity stunt?”

“It’s business, Josie Posie. I should be a top influencer by now. I need Criselda for that photo trip with Vogue. She wanted Emmett, and you ended up being magically tied to him,” she states simply. “You’ve never used someone to get what you want? God, can you stop being so damn perfect for once?”

“I would never sacrifice my friendship with you, especially over something so superficial.” Disgust pumps through me, even though using someone in a plan is the reason I am now no longer fake dating Emmett.

“Come on, Emery.” Stella tugs a strand of our friend’s dark auburn hair. “Josie is overreacting.”