Page 35 of Momcom Vacation

My heart lurches.Muriel?Visions of all the things the older woman has done over the last day run through my mind. Sneaking into my bed, walking in on me in the shower, showing up in a towel, demanding I put sunscreen on her back.

It was all Livy.

A bark of laughter works its way out of me, and then I can’t stop. Livy joins in, and then we’re both laughing. Fuck, I’m just so happy she’s near me.

I hold out my arms, and she walks into them.

For several seconds, we embrace, wrapped up tightly in one another. Then I pull back and hold her at arm’s length. “How long have you known?”

“Since you stole the plane.” Her brown eyes glitter with amusement. “You stole a plane,” she whispers.

I graze her bottom lip with my thumb. “I’d do anything to get to you, Livy.”

“Kiss me,” she begs.

So I do. I kiss her like my life depends on it. I kiss her so she can feel just how badly I ache for her. Then I kick the door shut and point to the bed. “Get on that bed and be ready for your punishment.”

Her dark eyes dance. “Pretty sure you’re the one who needs to be punished.”

“You said another man’s name.” I steel myself, my resolve returning and my blood heating again. “While touching my pussy.”

She bites down on her lip and peers up at me through her dark lashes. “I was just teasing you.”

“You were. And now you’ll pay for it. Bend over on that bed, ass up, and get ready to take your punishment.”

Face alight, she squeals. “Fucking finally.”

Confusion slams into me, stealing my breath. “What?”

“I miss the way you take charge like this. I’m tired of being treated like I’m fragile, like you have to be gentle with me. I need the unhinged Beckett whose cool, controlled demeanor disappears. All because of me.”

Oh. Fuck. My wife wants to see me unhinged? She has no idea what she’s unleashed. “Your ass is about to feel just how unhinged I am, Livy. Take off your clothes and get in position. Now.”

With a quick peck to my lips, my wife turns and hustles across the room. Thoughhustlesis an exaggeration. The woman is seven months pregnant and carrying twins, after all. God, I love her like this. Her curves. The heaviness of her tits. It’s incredible and so goddamn fulfilling knowing that her body is swollen like that because of me.

She bends over the bed, tilts up her bare ass and shakes it, a teasing smile lighting up her face as she glances back, waiting for me.

A long, low growl escapes me as I drink her in.

God, I’d love to make her stay like that. I’d take out my cock and thrust into my own fist, get off with her right there, that round ass perched for me, ready for the taking, that pussy dripping onto our comforter.

I bite my fist as I imagine it.

“Beckett,” she whines.

“Ah, so you do remember your husband’s name.”

Slowly, I undress. With every item I remove, her breaths get more ragged. Once I’m as naked as she is, I fist my cock. At the head, I roll my thumb over the bead of precum already forming. Then I step in close. When my knees hit the backs of her thighs, I revel in the warmth of her skin. “Say it again.”

“Beckett, please,” she cajoles.

I bring one hand down on her ass swiftly, eliciting a deep moan.

“Again,” I instruct.

She says my name again, and I land another smack on her ass. Over and over, we do this until her cheeks are red and she’s no doubt made a mess on the sheets. My wife loves to be spanked.

Leaning over her, I press my lips to her ear. “Are you desperate yet, wife?”

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