I take my hand out of her panties, and she jumps down from the table, righting her skirt. She watches me as she fixes her clothes, and I bring that warm wet finger to my mouth and suck it clean.
“You’re an animal,” she hisses as she tries to push past me.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” I lick my lips as my hand goes around her wrist. “Because your pussy says otherwise.”
“I was thinking of someone else.” She raises her chin in challenge, and for a moment I’m angry, even though the other person was me.
“Careful, bride, or I’ll remind you of who you belong to.”
“How could I forget? The most eligible playboy in the city. Just make sure you get checked before the wedding night. I don’t want to get something on me that I can't wash off.” She jerks her hand out of my hold and turns away from me. “In here, Mom, I’m coming.”
“I’ll see about that,” I say to myself as I adjust my cock and try to get myself under control.