Page 26 of His Lovebug

Oh, what was I going to get out of the fridge?Come on, fridge. Help me out.Of course, fridges didn’t talk. I stared, feeling silly, as heat worked its way up my neck into my cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder at him. What the heck? I opened the door, then bent and grabbed absolutely nothing from the bottom shelf, showing off a little of my ass and probably also my balls when the skirt rode up. As I straightened, I grabbed a canister of croissants that had been an impulse purchase the last time I’d gone to the grocery store. Cheese and pepperoni had me on my way to the least healthy breakfast ever.

When I turned around and set everything on the counter, I completely ignored Matt, who had his cock out, lightly stroking it. I thought by the way it gleamed he’d already added some lube into the mix.

Okay, showtime.I let out a pretend gasp. “Husband! You can’t do that in the kitchen!”

“It’s my house, and I’ll do this anywhere I want.”

The mock glare I sent him had his eyes lighting up, and I played along. Turning on the oven, I shook my head. “What will the neighbors think if they see you through the window?” I grabbed a baking sheet and began assembling some quick pepperoni croissants, which were really just two twisted together with cheese and meat in the middle.

“They’ll think I’m a monster who can’t keep his hands off you.”

I couldn’t help but giggle because this was so cheesy it had to be an expensive kind, like pule, but I batted my eyelashes at him. When I was finished, I made sure to bend over and pop out my ass while I put the baking sheet on the bottom rack in the oven, flashing him again. It probably would’ve been better to put the food on the top rack, but, oh well.

Don’t you dare burn.

I washed my hands, set a timer, and then went to grab the broom.

Matt tracked me, face getting red as his strokes increased. I knew he liked to think of me as his housewife, here taking care of him, and at this point, I probably loved it just as much as he did. When I had about three sorry little pieces of dirt that I’d missed last night swept into a tiny pile, I bent to brush them into the dustpan, and that’s when he pounced. I shrieked as he lifted me and turned me to face the counter.

My dress was hitched up and my panties were shoved down, and in three seconds flat, he was back inside me, stretching me.

Filling me just right.

“Give me what I need, Wife,” he growled into my ear, then bit my neck hard, as if he was still feeling the need to make sure everyone knew who I belonged to. I groaned as heat streaked to my cock.

I’d been teasing myself just as much as him.

With the way he had me shoved forward, I couldn’t get to my cock—or maybe I could’ve, but he was also pounding into me so hard that I had to struggle to stay upright and not face-plant against the counter. I thrust back against him, lost in the heat for the second time this morning.

“Yes, you want it, don’t you? You need my cock, my seed. You want me to do this every day, all day long. Tell me that you need me.” He slowed down a little, and my heart fluttered as he ran his tongue around the spot on my neck that ached. “Tell me,” he whispered in my ear.

My amusement fled, and all at once, this was so serious my heart squeezed. I looked over my shoulder and cupped his cheek, sliding my fingers along the stubble there that bit my skin.

“I need you, Matt. And I’m here for you.”

He buried his face against my neck, and if I’d thought he was pounding me before, I was wrong. He hammered our bodies together, and I scrabbled to stay upright. With one final, powerful thrust, he shouted. He dragged me back against his chest and yanked up my skirt. I was so close, and I stuffed my hand into the front of my panties and curled it around my shaft.

“Yes, show me. Do it. I want to see it,” he whispered.

I shuddered. This was always more intimate, somehow, than having him pierce my body with his cock. I leaned my head back against his strong chest and closed my eyes as I floated on the adrenaline of doing this with him.

“Faster, Princess. Give it to me. Show me how good you feel with me.”

Moaning, I panted and stroked my cock. The panties slipped down my thighs and out of the way.

Matt hadn’t softened yet and started rocking lightly into my ass. He was firm enough to pummel my already sensitive prostate. Seconds later, I whined as I came all over the counter. I was dazed as he pulled out. I stood there with my legs shakingas he carefully tugged my panties up, tucked everything in where it belonged, and then pulled my dress down. He smirked as he grabbed a dishcloth and wiped the counter clean.

“Use soap,” I said with a groan as I took the cloth from him, rinsed it, squirted some lemon soap on it, and then thoroughly cleaned everything again. “What if we have guests later?”

He roared with laughter, and I couldn’t help grinning at him.

There was a loud knock on the front door, and Matt huffed. “Better not be Jackson.” He stormed off in that direction. A shrillbeepingconfused me for a second until my brain kicked back on. The timer was going off. I’d made two pour-over coffees and had the food out of the oven by the time Matt came striding back into sight with a man I didn’t know slinking along behind him.

It wasn’t Jackson, that was for sure.

He had a long face that probably would’ve been handsome if it weren’t for the fact that he looked like he’d eaten a rotten sardine. He was pale and freckles stood out all over his splotchy skin. Maybe he’d been crying? His blond hair had been cut short and was in the process of graying, but overall didn’t look too bad. Combined with his gray suit, I wasn’t sure if he was someone who worked with Matt and Derek or if he was a door-to-door salesman.

Matt didn’t say a word, but he handed a cup of coffee to the man, so I decided he probably wasn’t selling vacuums.

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