Page 39 of The Mistletoe

Oh, fuck. Shit. I stiffen, and he grabs my hips with his large hands. “Oh, no, you don’t.”

“It’s your mom. We’re supposed to be at the bridal shop in twenty minutes.”

“Tough,” he growls, swipes the screen on my phone as it lies on the dresser beside me, and types in a message.

Me: I’ll be out in fifteen minutes. So sorry. I’m having a bout of morning sickness.

His hips rotate against me as he types in the message.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Fucking seriously.” He shoves the phone out of reach and repeatedly fucks into me. Harder. Slower. Faster. Softer. The erotic sensations of his expert playing of my body, pull me away from whatever response his mom made.

This is precisely why he hasn’t given her a key and why I’m late for everything. The excuse will only last until the baby comes. Then what? Right. The baby will be sick. Or fussy. Or teething. I gasp. Oh, who the fuck cares?

“Your pussy is so hot and tight.” He caresses up my body until he reaches my breasts. He pulls and twists on my aching nipples.

“Oh, God.” I clamp down on his lunging dick and shatter around him. I don’t have an excuse for going years without an orgasm, but this girl can pretend all she wants I have better things to do than have sex with my fiancé, but it’s a lie, and we both know it. I’ll never get enough of him.

“Yessss,” he hisses while tightening and jerking behind me until every spasm of his cock is complete. “That’s better.” He bites my neck and swats my ass. “Your lucky underwear is in the top drawer on the right-hand side.”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “You could have told me.”

“Yeah.” He spins me around and thoroughly kisses my lips. “But then I wouldn’t have been able to watch your sweet ass as you searched for them.”

“And why do you know where my panties are?”

“What do you think I do when you go out with the girls?” He looks at me like my question was stupid. “I jerk off thinking about you like a total pervert until I come on your panties.”

I bite my bottom lip as heat floods my body. He’s teasing, but that doesn’t stop the desire to watch the action play out. “You’ve got to do that while I watch.”

He winks and kisses my lips. “You’re on. Now, pick out a stunning wedding dress, so I can marry my baby momma, and then come home tonight, and I’ll jerk off for you.” He winks and walks to the bathroom. “The sacrifices I make for you.”

“Yes, you do.” I laugh and run past him. “I’ve got to shower again, and you’re tempting me with your dirty mouth.” I jerk open the shower door and twist on the hot water. “Your mom is waiting.”

“Spoilsport.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and his cock jerks. “How about you masturbate, and I watch?”

“Damn you.” I glare at him and shut the door. I’m going to be even later.

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