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I go down to my room, take a shower, and wear my maxi dress, which I know Brad likes. Then I grab a bottle of red wine and head next door. I have my keys, but after what happened, I feel like a stranger. I knock lightly on the door. I hear Brad’s heavy footsteps on the other side of the door before it swings open.

His face creases into a smile when he sees me.

“I’m here for my honeymoon,” I say.

He draws me in and shuts the door. Then he takes me into his arms and kisses me on the mouth.

“I’m sorry, Brad. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry at you,” I say. “You were looking out for Isaac as you ought to.”

“I’m sorry too,” he says. “I should have asked you rather than sneak around your back. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I tell him.

He takes the bottle of wine, and I follow him to the kitchen. My heart is light again, and I feel happy as if I’m walking on air.

“Any plans for our honeymoon?” Brad asks as he grabs some glasses from the cabinet.

I admire his muscular ass as he bends over. My husband, I think to myself and ignore the voice in my brain reminding me that it’s fake. It might be fake, but I’m going to enjoy every moment of being married to Brad and being Isaac’s stepmom. I never thought that I’d have a son. Whatever happens between Brad and me, Isaac will always be in my life, and for that, I’m grateful.

Brad stands and looks at me expectantly.

“Oh yes, the honeymoon,” I say and think fast. “I thought the newly married couple could toast their new union, dance a little, and then have an early night to consummate the marriage.” My chest is heaving as I speak.

“How about we skip straight to the last part,” Brad says, his eyes skimming my body.

“I’m all for that,” I say, my voice husky and suggestive.

He places the glasses on the counter, and in two steps, he’s by my side and lifting me up. I laugh when I feel myself in the air. “My caveman,” I tease Brad, and he growls in response. He pauses, and I flick the light switches as we make our way to his bedroom.

He kicks the door closed and then nuzzles my neck. “You smell so fresh,” he says. He carries me to the bed and places me on it. He makes as if to switch off the lights.

“No, don’t. I want to see you,” I tell him, and prop myself up on the pillows to watch him as he undresses.

He hums a tune and then twists his body as he undoes the buttons of his shirt. He holds an invisible pole and goes around. Giggles erupt from my mouth. He catches my eyes, locks his gaze, and then blows a kiss. He continues with the impromptu striptease. My giggles evaporate when he’s only left with his boxer briefs. His cock tents his boxer briefs, and I want to touch it so bad. Brad places his hand on it and then pulls down his briefs. I don’t breathe as he stands there looking at me, his hand on his cock.

“Fuck, Brad,” I say. It’s so hot sitting there, watching my man stroke himself while looking at me.

“The first time I saw you, I jerked myself off in the shower,” he says.

My pussy throbs. “What were you thinking?”

His cock is so big, and as Brad strokes it, he wipes the precum from the tip, and it spreads to the rest of his cock. “I fantasized of how it would feel like to lick your pussy and then to fuck you senseless,” he says.

I stand up and strip off my clothes in record time. And then, I stand in front of him. “Show me.”

He lets go of his hard cock and goes to my feet. “I tasted you first,” he says as he parts my legs. His tongue tentatively goes to my folds, and I part my legs further.

“Your pussy tasted of exotic fruit just as it does now,” Brad says as he applies pressure on my clit with his tongue.

I bite my lower lip. “Then what did you do?”

“Mmmm, I plunged a finger into your hot pussy while nibbling on your clit.” He stops talking to perform the next action, and my legs lose all strength.

He chuckles softly. “I might have to skip the next parts.” He picks me up and carries me to bed.

“Please,” I say. My pussy is on an unbearable fire that can only be put out by his massive cock. “I need your cock inside me. Now!”

He sees something in my eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” He flips me around, pulls at my hips, and takes me from behind, his cock filling every crevice in my pussy.


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