Page 41 of Blame It On The Carols

“Be honest. It’s just us. You don’t have to say what you think I want to hear. I want the truth. Are you happy?”

Her shoulders fell as the smile she tried plastering to her face vanished.

“I used to be. Or at least I thought I was.”

“What made you change your mind?”

I lifted her chin with my finger so she would look at me.

“You.”

My heart skipped a beat as I stepped closer to her, needing to feel her body next to mine.

“What about me?”

“You made me realize how unhappy I’ve been by showing me how happy I am here. I got so caught up in what I thought I should be with my music and touring the world, but I never stopped to question if I was truly happy until now.”

I cupped the back of her head and lowered my mouth to hers.

Her hands immediately locked behind my neck as she deepened the kiss. I could already feel her body responding to my touch and loved it.

I slid my hands down and lifted her from the barstool, smiling when she locked her legs around my waist. Our mouths continued to devour each other as I set her on top of the bar and lifted her shirt over her head.

Pebbled nipples greeted me through the thin fabric of her black lace bra, begging to be sucked. I quickly unclasped the back of her bra, releasing them as I leaned in and pulled one into my mouth. Makayla grabbed a fistful of hair and leaned back, allowing me full access as I massaged the other while continuing to torture her nipple with gentle bites and hard sucking.

My cock strained against my jeans as she shifted against my face.

“I want you to fuck me, Aiden,” she panted. “Now.”

I nodded, fully on board with this decision.

I picked her up and lowered her feet to the floor, grinning when she started pulling down her leggings and panties, stopping when they reached her knees.

“Bend over the barstool,” I instructed as I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

She did as I asked, legs spread as far as she could with the fabric restraining her. At this angle, I had the perfect view of her pussy which was glistening and ready for me.

I lined up at her entrance, gently swiping a finger through her folds to make sure she was ready.

“Ahh,” she cried out, lifting her ass higher to allow me better access.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

She nodded, looking over her shoulder at me.

“You always make me wet. Especially when you suck my nipples like that.”

I smirked and then slapped her ass playfully before pushing inside.

Her back arched as she pushed back against me, her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock.

I hissed out another breath as I bit down on my lower lip to try to keep from coming. It was almost impossible with Makayla because she felt so incredible—especially without a condom. I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to knock her up and have her carry my children. Nothing turned me on more than her being pregnant with my baby.

I pulled out, smiling at how wet my cock was from her arousal and gripped her hips tightly as I slammed back inside her.

She cried out the most beautiful moan as I did it again.

I knew she loved this as much as I did and could feel her getting wetter by the second.

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