Page 22 of Bratty Badboys

“You look so fucking sexy right now,” he said, spreading his hands over my stomach, touching me everywhere and wherever he wanted. My skin singed wherever he touched me, wanting more.

I groaned into my shirt, biting the material harder when he thrust into my hands, wrapping one of his own over me, tightening his hold until I was squirming underneath him.

“Fuck,” he let out a low groan, the sound making me drop to the edge. His eyes averted from our cocks to my face. “I can imagine how tight your ass would be when I fuck it.”

Oh god.

I was going to cum.

My balls tightened and my hands went lax when the explosive orgasm shot out of me, hot white cum spurting over our cocks, hands and my stomach. The orgasm trailed off, making me whimper into the shirt.

“Yeah, let it go, pretty boy,” his voice was so close. I opened my eyes and stared up at him as he stroked me, using my cum as lubrication to pump faster.

I kept releasing until my stomach tensed and chest heaved with how?—

“Sunrise looked so pretty, didn’t it, my love?”

We both froze when we heard the same voice from before. They were back. Aaron and his fiancé.

Oh fuck.

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YES MA’AM

ANNA

I smoothed my dress and turned around to look in the mirror. It was beautiful. Lilac pink silk that flowed down my figure with a low back. Aaron demanded to get the dress when I had tried it on during our shopping trip, and I agreed with his choice.

“Wow, look at you, An!” Katie beamed, dressed in a similar colored suit. She didn’t find the dress comfortable on her skin, and I would be lying if I thought she didn’t look stunning. “A lot of eyes are going to be on you.”

I blushed at my younger sister’s comment and brushed it off. Maybe I’ll fuck you in your dress. Caleb’s comment rang in my head, but I tried my best to ignore it and keep a poker face when my mom and aunts filled the room.

We had set up a small station for hairdresser and makeup artists. I wiggled my feet in the white heels and made my way out of the room.

A gasp escaped my lips seeing my son dressed in his pristine cream suit and laughing with his best man. Tears welled in my eyes thinking about just how tiny he was when he was born, and time went by so fast. The kid who chewed on crayons wanting to taste the color red was getting married.

“Mom! You look gorgeous!” He beamed walking towards me, and his features softened as he embraced me in a hug. “Aw, mom. Don’t cry. You’ll ruin the makeup.”

“I just… you’re getting married.” I sniffled, pulling away and blinking up at his sweet smile and gentle eyes. My son. “You have grown up into such a kind man, honey. I’m so proud of you.”

“Mom…” His eyes gleamed with tears as he leaned down and hugged me again.

I chuckled, patting his back as Alice hugged my midriff. “Group hug!”

My lovely two kids. I was so grateful to them.

Moments later, we all shared a glass of sweet white wine to calm our nerves. I checked my makeup and double-checked Alice’s cute baby panda backpack, which had all her snacks, fruit juice, stuffed toy, and a bottle of water.

As the suite emptied, everyone made their way to the marriage hall for the wedding ceremony. My phone pinged with a message. I opened it, frowning to see it was an unknown number.

Unknown: You didn’t invite me?

Unknown: Such a shame.

Unknown: I didn’t even get enough time to buy a present for Aaron.

Unknown: You look nice in that pink dress. Not like how I had imagined though

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