Page 65 of Mistletoe Missus
Mitt fisted my hair and made me peer straight into his eyes.
“Come for me, Wife,” Mitt breathed and pressed his cheek against mine. “Right. Now.”
I let go. My eyes rolled, mouth agape as bright black stars blasted and scattered against the back of Mitt’s seat.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed on repeat.
“Yes, angel, yes. My slutty wife did good coming for me,” Mitt said as he ran his hands up my back, and I collapsed against him. “Fuck. I can feel your slick juice soaking my dick.”
Mitt didn’t care. The mess of my climax was all in his lap. My come had seeped through the thin fabric of my thong and his dick throbbed against me. My ears pounded with my unsteady heartbeat and blood had rushed to my head. But I was self-conscious of what I had done.
I got enough strength to pull my head back to look at him, “I’m sorry, Mitt, I don’t know—”
Mitt cupped my face.
“Sh.” Mitt silenced me with a quick peck on my mouth, his lips brushing against mine. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed every fucking second of watching my wife come in my lap.”
“But you’re all wet,” I whispered as my forehead rested against his.
“I don’t give a shit because you did so damn good, angel. Look...” Mitt responded as he tilted his head down, and I followed his gaze. “I’m so hard for you it hurts. I can’t resist you anymore. I need you. I want you to ride me, Tinsley.”
“But we don’t have any protection,” I hesitated.
“I don’t fucking care. A rubber is the last thing on my mind,” Mitt admitted as his hand traveled over my abdomen. “I’d love to see your belly swell with my child.”
THIRTY-FIVE
Out of my Mind
Mitt
Fuck. My damn big mouth. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me.
I was out of my fucking mind, but Tinsley was all I could see. She’d been everything for me for long before we even signed on the dotted line. I don’t know when I had fallen for her, but I feared I had fallen first, and the thought of the truth scared the shit out of me. She was all I could think about, and her beautiful belly full of my legacy came to my mind. I knew I shouldn’t, but her damn moans and the way she screamed my name from those pretty pink lips had been the end of me.
I was thinking with my dick, this much I was sure of, but she wanted children. Kids were the next logical step after marriage, and the press would be all over our pregnancy. This would be wonderful for the tabloids, and there was nothing to worry about except my father.
Well, screw him.
I’d make my dad understand, and there was no way I’d let him hurt the woman carrying my child. She’d be all mine, and we’d share a connection for life. No longer just two wedding bands to seal the deal, but our innocent baby.
I watched my wife’s eyes widen as her wonderful mind reeled with the bombshell I had dropped, and I reached for her hips. My angel was fucking divine, pure, and full of light. I craved her tight pussy wrapped around me and desired her perfect belly to grow. She only required some convincing, and I’d get to enjoy the ride.
THIRTY-SIX
Ride Me
Tinsley
Mitt was serious.Holy shit.
“I—” Mitt ended my argument with his hands squeezing my hips.
“No more disagreement. I want you to ride me bare, Wife.”
Lust had taken over my husband, and he wasn’t in his right mind. He was in over his head, but I knew I wanted a baby. I had for so long, and here was my opportunity. The moment was now, but I was exhausted.
Fuck me.
