Page 122 of Real Fake Husband

I kiss her, slamming myself into her body, not letting go. Her wet heat is squeezing eagerly all around me, hard, over and over, caressing my dick in raw waves of pleasure. I come inside of her with a deep final thrust, jets of come funneling into her body. Her hands cradle my face as she returns my kisses with panting ones of her own.

We can’t stop ourselves. We can’t get enough of each other.

My pleasure ebbs, but I stay where I am, holding her close. I’m not ready to pull out yet, not ready to break apart.

Our heart rates slow, and we keep kissing. I only stop when my arms are on fire. Carefully, I put her down on her feet. She’s wobbly. Drawing back to suck in a deep breath, I look down at Josie.

She has closed her eyes.

“Oh, oh…” she says, opening them. All the blood has drained from her face. She sways a little.

“Josie?” I hold her tighter.

Her wide eyes stare into mine, and she purses her lips. I can sense something’s off.

Her eyes grow huge.

Sweat forms on her forehead.

“Josie, are you okay?” I ask, smoothing her hair back softly. “Hey, hey. Babe, what’s wrong?”

I reach up and wipe away a strand of loose hair.

She takes in a shuddering breath. “I’m going to puke.”

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JOSIE

Isqueeze Cal’s hands, so I can turn and puke right there on the ground.

My mind is spinning. What the hell? I’m not anxious or nervous anymore. My stomach shouldn’t still be upset. It can’t be food poisoning, since the Chinese food Matilda and I ate after meeting with the lawyer yesterday was hours ago. I never get sick. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve puked in my adult life. Everything has worked out great. There’s no reason for me to still be like this.

Unless…it’s not nerves.

I do some quick math in my head and my eyes go wide when I realize what’s actually going on.

Oh. Oh, no.

“Babe?” He reaches into his pocket to grab a handkerchief. Handing it to me, he gives me a concerned look as I clean myself.

“I think I’m pregnant,” I tell Cal.

Cal blinks.

Then blinks again.

And a third time.

Uh-oh. I think he’s broken. I think I broke him.

Taking a step back but keeping my arms around him, I look at him with concern. “Cal, are you okay?”

It takes him a second to respond. “I’m sorry, I think I had a mini-stroke there. For a minute, I thought you said you were pregnant.”

“I think I am.”

He takes a shaky breath. “Just now? You got pregnant right now?”

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