Her Reluctant Husband by Erica Marselas (summer beach reads txt) 📗

My cock is throbbing, and it’s harder than it’s ever been. If I don’t do something about it, I’m going to have a bad case of blue balls.

Maybe I should’ve asked Whitney for that release. June would have never known.

“There is a good man in you somewhere, Alex.” June’s voice echoes around me. And then I catch a glimpse of my wedding ring and I know it’s not right and also the mere thought of Whitney’s name makes my dick shrink.

Fuck!

She’s put some voodoo curse on me.

I turn up the warm water and grip my cock and move my hand up and down my shaft. My eyes close and I give in to the images of my little Ju-Ju that are floating around in my head.

I picture her on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with her amber eyes, begging for my cock. I tangle my hand in her red hair and pull her pouty lips to the tip, telling her to suck. She wastes no time taking me in her mouth, deep. But I need her, deeper. I want to punish her. Tears slip from her eyes as she makes those delicious sounds while she chokes on my cock, but I don’t want to come down her throat. No, I want to fill her pussy. Own her.

“Come here.” I pull her back by her hair. She’s breathless, a bit of drool hanging from her lips. She’s weak, and I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around me, her wet center, teasing me. “Ju, you want this?”

“I do. I want you so bad, Alex.”

“I bet you, do.”

I rub my dick along her slick, waiting center. Her juices coat my cock, and I feel her nails scrape at my scalp. She’s needy, and I thrust into her, making her scream. I push her up against the shower wall, letting the water run over us. She feels as good as I remember. “Alex, harder,” she begs, and I drive into her faster.

Her glorious moans fill the bathroom and I suckle on her sweet breasts.

My muscles tighten…

“Fuck Ju,” I shudder as I come hard, slamming my hand to the wall, as my load pours out of me and washes down the drain.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I shake it off. I’m just horny. That’s all that was. The wind can get me hard right now.

But fuck if my mind isn’t still seeing her naked.

I turn the water to cold, and finish my shower, pelting myself with icy torrents as my punishment. I wrap the large bath towel around my waist and step out of the bathroom, running right into June. She has a blue towel thrown over her shoulder and is still wearing those damn spandex pants.

“Shit, sorry.” She pulls the headphones out of her ears. “If I knew you were in here, I would have used the bathroom in Liz’s room.” She bites her lip, cheeks reddening as her eyes zone in on my chest.

She’s checking me out.

“Hey,” I snap my fingers in front of her face, “eyes up here.”

She pinches her brow together as she glares up at me with a huff. “I hope you didn’t use all the hot water.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her perky breasts that I was just picturing. I’m a dead man.

“Not at all, princess.”

“Good.” She goes to step around me to enter the bathroom and I grab her hand.

“Hey, wait.”

“What?” she snaps and yanks her hand out of my grip.

“I actually have something for you.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “You? You have something for me?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“What is it?”

“Just come with me.”

“Can’t it wait?” She points towards the bathroom. “I really need a shower.”

“I can see that.” I wipe a bead of sweat off her forehead. “It looks like you had quite the workout, but it’ll only take a minute.”

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks, as she follows me to my room.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Besides the fact I’m thinking of fucking you, I’m great.

I grab a shirt from my dresser and throw it on. June watches me intently out of the corner of her eye as she glides across my room to my built-in bookshelves.

“I expected you to change your room up.” She teases as she picks up one of my old basketball trophies. “I remember when you got this. Your team got all county.”

“Can you put that down,” I snap. I didn’t bring her here to go down memory lane.

She rolls her eyes and puts it back on the shelf. “Sorry. How dare I forget my touch is infectious,” she snarls.

“No, it’s just I broke the top years ago, and I doubt it’s stable from the cheap glue.”

“Right.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “What did you want to give me? I have things to do.”

I reach into my briefcase and pull out the plastic bags I got at the local pharmacy after work. “Here you go. Hopefully, it will help.” I thrust one of the bags at her and her little nose twists as she takes it from me. June opens the bag and peers inside to what is a bottle of Zzzquill and some melatonin.

“You’re an asshole,” she growls and thrusts the bag back into my hands.

“How am I an asshole? I thought they might help you sleep.”

“You don’t think I haven’t tried this? Give me a fucking break.”

“What the fuck crawled up your ass? I do something I thought would be nice and you jump down my throat.” Okay, so I was being a bit of a fucking smart ass when I bought it, but I did seriously think it could help