Page 13 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
“Not freaking cool, Merlin,” Mirabeth says from her seat at her desk, her hand cupped over the bottom of her phone held to her ear. “I’m buying the cheap treats next—oh, sorry, yes, ten-thirty would be great. Thanks!” she says cheerily into the phone before ending the call.
Sitting up in bed, I rub the sleep from my eyes, relieved to see my wife doesn’t look worse for wear and isn’t holding last night against me. “Who was that?”
She glances my way, her eyes dropping to my bare chest, before she returns to tapping on her tablet, her laptop open in front of her. “My doctor. I have an appointment next week.”
“For what?”
“Birth control,” she says without looking at me, her cheeks growing increasingly pink to match the clean, oversized T-shirt she’s wearing.
“Oh,” I say, dropping my eyes to Merlin as I scratch his armpit, making him stretch out with a purr when I hit just the right spot. “Good.”
“Mmhmm. Coffee’s ready if you want some,” she says.
Since I personally cleaned out her ancient, crusty coffee machine yesterday, I’m not so hesitant about pouring myself a cup once I drag myself out of bed. “This is the best coffee I’ve had in years,” I say with genuine appreciation, even though it’s likely the cheapest off-brand available.
She looks up with a shy smile that strikes me right in the chest, but then she throws her hands up in front of her eyes. “Ew, oh my god, why are you naked?”
Never have I had a woman sayewwhile looking at me, and that was even before I packed on the pounds of muscle. “You weren’t saying ‘ew’ when I was deep?—”
“That’s different!”
Stunned, I ask, “How?”
She parts her fingers to peek between them, “I didn’t have to seeit!”
My shaft lengthens as I take another sip of my coffee, then I set my cup aside. I stalk closer, my cock now hard and pointing up, and I take her wrists to pull her hands away from her beautiful face. She really is a stunner.
Mirabeth squeezes her eyes shut…only for her long lashes to flutter a second later to see through tiny slits.
I ask, “What’s wrong with the way it looks, hmm?”
“It’s monster-sized, all purple and veiny and…and…ridiculously huge,” she says breathily, then bites her bottom lip, her hair slightly damp from a recent shower.
It strangely doesn’t sit right with me to realize she must have scrubbed my cum from her skin.I wish she hadn’t. Immediately, I try to shake the thought off.
Leaning over, I brush my lips along the shell of her delicate ear and whisper, “You took my monster-sized cock so well last night, princess. Think you could do it again?”Please say yes. “Or are you too sore?”
“Too sore!” She squirms on her chair, no doubt feeling the ache in her pussy.
Damn. I place her hands on my abs and drag them down slowly as I flex my muscles, my cock twitching as precum beads at the tip. “So you don’t want me to bend you over this table and fuck an orgasm or two out of you?”
Her gorgeous blue eyes fly open and connect with mine. She stutters, “Yes! I-I meant, no! No. I—baby—birth control—wait?”
Right. Neither of us wants to have a baby with a random stranger. She could turn out to be an axe murderer after all. How would I know?
“That’s a shame,” I say, dropping her wrists and moving away.Truly, a shame.I would have loved replacing the missing cum on her skin.
“Where are you going?” she asks, leaning halfway out of her seat.
I chuckle and check the time on my outdated phone that I’d left charging on the kitchen countertop. “Disappointed, princess?”
“No,” she answers quickly, though her forehead wrinkles.
“My mom’s throwing a ‘welcome home’ party. Gotta shower and get ready.” I finish the last of my coffee, then head to the bathroom that smells strongly of Mirabeth’s sugary-sweet body wash. It’s happily a far cry from the B.O. that permeated the prison and the industrial-strength soap that left my skin itchy and dry. I don’t care how ‘girly’ the fragrance is; I’m going to slather it all over my skin with utter delight while I jerk off, fantasizing about Mirabeth, like I had last night.
Turning back to her task, Mirabeth says, “Ok. Let me know if you need me to drop you off or pick you up.”
I quirk a brow. “You’re going with me.”
