Page 77 of Real Fake Husband

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CAL

The door opens slowly, and I’m once again greeted by the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Josie is wearing a red lingerie corset with matching thong, and my dick stands at attention immediately, roaring against the fly of my jeans. I push the door open and stroll through. Josie takes a step back, but I stop her with my arm around her waist.

“Oh, no, sweet thing, you’re not going anywhere. Let me take a look at you.”

Fuck, she looks hot. Where the hell has she been hiding this body? I mean, I already got a few sneak peeks here and there, and was pretty sure she had great tits, but not likethis. Ten out of ten. I run my hands up the corset, tracing my thumbs across the peaks of her mounded curves. Josie inhales sharply. She grabs my wrists, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“Maybe next time, shoot me a text if you’re going to wait in my bed,” I tease.

A hint of a smile tugs at her lips. “Maybe next timeyoushoot me a text if you’re bringing people over.”

“You were the one who said you weren’t home.”

“I was trying to surprise you. You know, without overthinking.”

“Well, color me fucking surprised. I will never bring anyone over ever if this is how you’re going to greet me from now on.”

I yank her into a kiss, then flip her around.

“And now for the spanking you so richly deserve.”

“Oh, my God. No, Cal, I don’t! No! Nospanking.”

I sit down. “On my lap. Head down. Ass up,” I order calmly.

“Wait. Why, because I didn’t open the door? Iopenedit.”

I shoot her a look that says, “Don’t make me repeat myself,” and with my eyes, gesture to my lap. I’m thrilled (and fucking astonished) when she complies. With hardly any hesitation, she positions herself across my legs, and situates her ass just high enough, giving me perfect access.

It’s fucking superb.

She wants this. I fucking can’t believe she doesn’t protest.

“Ready?” I rumble.

“No! I’m scared now.”

“Oh, you should be.” I smirk, rubbing my palms together to warm them.

All right. Here we go.

“You look exquisite on my lap. Hold still.”

She does hold still. Unbelievable. The hot number and that thong she’s wearing gives me a delicious view of her bare ass cheeks. I take full advantage.

Smack.

Josie moans and jerks on my lap. “Ouch. Are you not going to call me princess?”

Huh. Kinky. I grin.That’swhat she wants to be called while I spank her? Sure. Good idea.

“Take that thong off, princess. I want your ass bare.”

“Oh, my God.”

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