Page 40 of Stolen Holidays
“Please.” I wave my hand in the air. “I know you better than you know yourself. I knew you would freak out. You were just being a typical man, equating the vasectomy to neutering a dog. You get to at least keep your balls.”
Levi barks a laugh. “You’re a devilish woman.”
“I know.”
“I’m pissed you let me touch someone else’s pee stick.”
I let out a cackle. “At least it’s popstar pee. How many people can say they touched Callie Wright’s pregnancy stick?”
“You’re insane.” All emotion drops from his face.
“Insane for you.” I take two steps forward, bringing us chest to chest. “Now, instead of fighting, how about we do a little fucking? I could use some vitamin D and a nap before your parents get back with the kids.”
Levi lifts me off the ground, and I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. “You’re going to pay for this little prank, my sweet wife.”
I shamelessly grind my aching pussy over his hard shaft. “What’s your price, Mr. Walker?”
“You’ll see.” My husband smacks my ass as he makes his way down the hall to our bedroom. He slams the door shut with his foot and then throws me on the bed. “Are you ready to pay up?”
Wetness gathers between my legs as Levi slides his sweatpants down his thighs and kicks them aside. As fast as I can, I remove my shirt, bralette, and sleep shorts, throwing them to the side.
“You can have anything you want.” I spread my legs wide and skim my fingers through my soaked core.
The blue in Levi’s eyes turns electric as he falls to his knees and crawls towards where I lie on the bed. “You’re going to regret saying that, sweetheart.”
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Mywifeistryingto kill me.
Scarlett’s pussy glistens for me as she slips a finger inside.
After that dirty little trick, I should be pissed at her. But I’m not. She was right. I was just being a coward. I’ll be calling the doctor as soon as I’m done fucking the hell out of my wife.
A wicked smile spreads across her face as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking. Using the same finger she fucked herself with, she calls me forward.
Little vixen.
She’s lucky I love her with every fiber of my being. I knew the moment I met her that she was the one. My soulmate. Giving up my job and moving north for her was the easiest choice I ever made. The life that we have built here is better than I could have ever imagined.
I place my hands on the edge of the bed and drop my face to the apex of her thighs, licking the line up her slit. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as it falls between her shoulders.
“You’ve been a naughty little elf this Christmas.”
Scarlett laughs and lifts her head. She spears me with her blue eyes as her fingers reach up and grasp my hair. “Sorry, Santa. I promise I’ll be nice.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. My girl knows how to bring it, and she never disappoints. Especially role playing. Scarlett could have been an actress. She can flip the switch and make just about anything sexy.
Hell, she can even make Easter sexy. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her naked, wearing only a pair of bunny ears.
“Would Santa like to eat his cookie for dessert first or skip to dinner?” She shoots me a wicked smile.
Only this woman could make me laugh and incredibly hard at the same time. My cock points proudly at her, waiting to slide home. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, don’t break character; this is kind of hot. Next time, I’m thinking…Santa hat and elf shoes with bells.”
“You’re so fucking hot, babe,” I groan. I stroke my dick, trying to ease the ache in my balls.
