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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 124 Taking him all the way
Taking Monica's hand, he signals to one of the club’s workers, and a few seconds later, they are led to a private room, luxuriously furnished with a round bed that could easily hold a couple . . . or more. Along the walls are various cabinets, and he was sure that if he opened them, he would find all of the playthings anyone could want for sexual pleasure, and probably a few that he had never even imagined. But the only ‘toy’ he wants right now was Monica and what she brings with her to the room. “Dance for me,” Jackson tells her as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “Like you did that first time I saw you . . . shake your ass.” “You want me to twerk?” Monica asks, and he nods as he traces her hips with his own hands. “I’m not that good—” “Now,” he growls, taking command. “Show me how you move that sexy assof yours.” Monica gasps, and for a moment, he wonders if he has gone too far or misread her. But then he sees her breath escape in a shudder and she smiles coyly. Turning, she u
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 125 A naughty night
Jackson sits up, spreading his legs to give Monica full access, and with the crop in his right hand, Jackson playfully traces it over her ass and then between her cheeks. Monica wiggles her hips, and he lightly taps her with the crop, making her gasp around him. “Harder,” she pants when she pulls off him for a moment. They quickly fall into a playful, joyful game together, his hand flicking the crop to smack against her ass, and the harder he does it, the more eagerly she swallows his big cock. For heavenly minutes, they go back and forth until he cantake no more. Tossing the crop to the side, he grabs a double fistful of her hair and take over, fucking her mouth quickly and almost brutally. She swallows, taking him stroke for stroke and making sexy, wet noises until she moans her orgasm, and as she rides her fingers, Jackson thrusts a final time, exploding in her sweet, sweet mouth.For his final spurt, Jackson pulls out, and a thick blob of his seed lands in the valley between her
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 126 Top comments
In fact, Jackson sent a gorgeous arrangement of peonies, roses, and lavender to her apartment with a note that he hoped seeing them each night would send her to sleep thinking of him. And they have. She have been head-down in the workroom for hours each day, sewing like a madwoman before bringing garments back to her apartment to do even more hours of tedious and time-consuming hand stitching of the delicate lace toeach piece at night before finally collapsing into bed. The flowers have been a silent cheer from Jackson to keep going. “What do you think?” Monica asks Jeanette. She does a half-turn in her Seduction theme finale piece, checking herself out in the mirror. Inspired by her 1930s lingerie set, she have created a bias-cut dress of thefinest peach silk she could find. Well, in today’s time, it can be considered a dress. In 1930, it would have been considered a nightgown, perhaps part of a bridal trousseau. Especially with the shimmery, semi-translucent fabric. She scans the
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 127 showtime girls
“We got this, ladies! They want seduction? We will have a full-fledged orgy on our hands by the end of this runway. Fo’ sho’!” Molly bites her lip as she pumps her hips obscenely,Nsmacking the air in front of her like it’s a lover’s ass. “You like that? That’s what I thought, my little slut.” Monica can’t help but laugh at her silliness. She bets Molly would have a ball at the sex club Jackson took her to. Well, a ball, or maybe a ball-gag. “It’ll be a mess of writhing bodies, hands and mouths and dicks all over the place.” She wiggles her body, hands all over her own breasts as she looks left and right as though seeing people surrounding her. “Oh, what’s that? Why, yes, I will . . .” She mimics sucking a cock, and then looks elsewhere. “Oh, and one of these?” She licks the air, her tongue flicking wildly. Beatrice leans over to whisper to Monica, “Is she serious? This is not what ‘seduction’ means in France. Perhaps there was a translation error?” Monica's chest bounces as she tries
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 128 Uneven yet
She might not understand what she was saying, but she waves at her to do whatever she needs to because Beatrice’s last model is walking out, which means there’s only her four models to go before Jeanette’s walking out there, exposed or not. Thank God she decided on Jeanette’s slow, panther-like walk for all her models. It will give Monica maybe thirty extra seconds. Molly tries to joke. “It’s like a mustache wax . . . only for your tit.” Another time, that might be funny. They all know women have hairs around their nipples and they handle them without making some big announcement about it. But Monica can’t laugh right now. Not when her big finale dress, the one she was already worried about, is in tatters. Monica gets to work, placing long swatches of tape along Jeanette’s chest. “This isn’t fashion tape,” Monica says by way of apology. “It’s pure Gorilla Glue, double- sided, sticky tape. It might just become part of you. Like, you might be able to use it to hold your car keys and pho
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 129 Embracing the hate
“Mademoiselle Tedd!” a woman calls, mispronouncing her name, but she lets it slide, hoping it was merely the accent. Monica loo6k over to see the woman with the dead cat on her head, although as she approaches, she thinks it’s faux fur. Either that, or a badly stuffed mongoose. “What a delightful set!” “Mille merci,” Monica replies, dipping her chin deferentially. After all, suckingup is part of the job. “I am glad you enjoyed it.” She considers asking her name, maybe taking the chance to correct her on her own, but it feels like she was already supposed to know who she was. “That first piece? Tres magnifique,” Dead Cat Lady says dramatically, kissing her fingertips in a ‘chef’s kiss’ move. “Shame about the last, though. The model . . . like one of your American biscuit tubes. Pop!” She puffs her cheeks out, her eyes wide and her hands making an explosion-type movement. Is she serious? Is she talking about canned biscuits? She cannot be implying that Jeanette is fat, right? Monica me
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 130 Her face
“Excuse me?” "Jackson, do not play dumb with me. I’m aware of who you are looking for, and of who you are seeing. You haven’t exactly been subtle, gallivanting allover Paris.” To any bystanders out of earshot, it would appear to be a polite, congenial conversation between close co-workers. Not family. Though there’s bloodbetween them, they were not the sort to make public displays of affection. Nor private ones either, actually. Jacqueline smiles wanly, sipping her champagneas she looks at him with shrewd eyes. Jackson mirror her move, taking a drink of his own bubbly and meeting her eyes. “Are you taking a sudden interest in my social life?” Jackson responds lightly. She clucks her tongue. “I’m always interested in who you see, what you are doing, how you feel. But this? One of the designers? It’s inappropriate at the least, bordering on harassment.”“No need to worry. It’s neither, I assure you.” “No need to worry?” she repeats, horrified. “All I do is worry. Whether you are on
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 131 paying the same debt
As they both stares “Are you serious? You told Jacqueline to keep her nose out of your business? The Jacqueline Corbin?” Monica asks. “Well, when you say it like that . . .” Jackson shrugs casually but grin at theamusement in her voice. “I did manage to stay mum about what her previous warning led to.” The reminder is intentional, a distraction from Jacqueline and from theprocessing Monica is still doing about the show. She taps her chin, teasing him. “I forget . . . what happened after that?” Jackson growls, bringing the phone closer so she can only see his handsome face. “We went on an adventure that ended up with your ass pink, your pussy wet, and both of us exhausted and satisfied.” “Riiiight,” she drawls out. “I do recall there was a little something like that.” She was now provoking him on purpose, reveling in it. “Take your shirt off for me.” The command is full of heat and sex, and he can see Monica catches her breath, enthralled. Before her hands can move to her shirt, she
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