Knocked Up By the Jerk by Loni Ree
Mason
I’m a moronic asshole,and she’s fucking beautiful. As Livie glides slowly down the aisle toward me, everything else disappears from my mind. A silky pink summer dress hugs her luscious curves, and my mouth waters as I stare at the tops of her juicy tits peeking out of the lacy neckline. Fantasies of her wearing only those sky-high pink heels while I pound the fuck out of her run through my body. Shit. My cock wakes up behind my zipper, and I force myself to look away. I’m about to give everyone at this wedding a real big idea of how much she affects me if I don’t bring things under control.
While my best friend marries his soulmate, I zone out and debate my options. My solitary life is over. Since I can’t picture my future without her in it, I’ll have to do the one thing I swore I’d never do—woo a woman. Fuck my life.
This girl has turned me into a caveman. Last night, I lost my cool and made a fool out of myself. Seeing her smile and interact with everyone at the table except me sent red-hot anger coursing through my veins, and I reacted badly. Storming out of the restaurant kept me from grabbing Livie and forcing her to pay attention to me. By the time I pulled into my driveway, I realized how stupid I’d been.
I spent the rest of the night thinking about the gorgeous blonde. At some point, my stubborn mind finally caught up with my heart. That little voice told me that pushing her away was a terrible idea. Yeah, I should’ve listened to the fucker, but I couldn’t stop myself. A last-ditch effort to preserve my freedom spurred me on. At the rehearsal dinner, I hit my limit. The jealousy and hunger coursing through me drove home that this girl owns me heart and soul, and there’s no way I can keep up this charade. It’s time to make a move before my stubbornness causes me to lose her. After the ceremony, I plan to start wooing my girl.
My heavy thoughts are interrupted when the ceremony ends. “Congratulations.” I slap Fletcher on the shoulder and reach over to hug Bridgett. My best friend growls at me, and I roll my eyes. Unfortunately, I understand where he’s coming from. Jealousy is a bitch.
Out the corner of my eye, I see Livie is standing a few feet away talking to the judge, and my body reacts to her nearness. During the ceremony, I couldn’t help myself; I glanced over at her and smiled. Her eyes widened slightly before she seemed to pull herself together. Then she looked away and has ignored me the rest of the time. I bide my time until the chance to get her alone presents itself. I’m not sure this is a good idea, but I can’t fuck this situation up any worse. Or can I?
She walks down the long hallway towards the ladies’ room, and I follow behind her. Leaning against the wall, I wait for her to emerge. The door creaks open, and I step forward. Livie gasps when I push her back into the small powder room and lock the door behind me. “What are you doing?” She smacks my chest with her soft hand, and my cock thumps in my dress pants.
“I need to talk to you,” is the best I can come up with.
She steps away from me and glances up into my eyes. I see desire and confusion fighting in the dark green depths. “In the bathroom?” There’s my sassy girl.
“It’s better than fucking you in front of all the wedding guests.” Her eyes turn to saucers as I pull her close.
“Why are you doing this?” She tries to pull away, but I hold her tightly.
“Because I can’t fight this anymore.” Hunger blasts through me when her delicate scent reaches my nose. Fuck. I wrap my hands in her silky hair, and a couple of pins fall to the tile floor.
She gasps against my mouth, “You’re ruining my hair,” as I run my tongue along the seam of her pouty lips.
“I’m about to ruin a lot more than that.” I groan before devouring her mouth. Her soft hands slip under my jacket and run up my back. I feel the heat of her touch through the material and lose the rest of my mind.
“Please tell me this is real.” She looks into my eyes and bites her swollen bottom lip.
Anger at myself for acting so idiotic courses through me, and I run my finger over her lip and reassure her, “I can’t fucking wait another minute to have you.”
I reach for her juicy ass and lift her against my body. Her silky legs wrap around my waist, and I groan as I feel the heat from her center radiating through the material separating us. I pin her against the wall and rub my hardness into the cradle of her thighs. Her soft tits press into my chest, and I feel her nipples pebble against me.
Losing my mind, I reach under her skirt and tear her silky thong away. “Those were expensive.” Her sharp little teeth dig into my bottom lip as her wetness coats my fingers.
“I’ll buy you more.” My fingers slide along her slippery slit before I easily slip one into her snug core. “Damn, you’re tight.” A small sliver of uncertainty flows through me and I squash it. I’m too weak to give up this chance with my girl, but I use my one last grip on my control to make sure she’s with me. “If you want me to stop, now’s the time to tell me.”
“I want you.” That’s enough for me. I lean down and bite the side of her neck before running my tongue over the tiny injury. She mumbles something against the side of my throat, but I’m too far gone to understand her. The sound of the party penetrates the wall behind her back, and I know we’re taking a huge risk. I honestly don’t care. The whole wedding party can watch as far as I’m concerned. I’ve lost what’s left of my mind and am letting my body take over. With the last ounce of my sanity, I mutter, “God, you’re too fucking perfect. This is going to be quick.” A little part of my brain is warning me to stop and take her home where we have all the time in the world. Hunger for her overrides my common sense, though, and I ignore the reasonable fucker. Reaching for my zipper, I barely manage to lower it without doing damage to my iron-hard erection. After my dick springs free, I line it up with her wet opening and press forward.
She bites my shoulder as my hardness tunnels through her slick walls. I hit a barrier and realize why she’s so fucking tight. “God, I’m sorry.” I have a ton of work ahead of me to make this up to her.
I cover her lips with mine to muffle her cry as I drive forward. Pausing, I attempt to hold myself in check while she adjusts to the intrusion of my hard cock. Electricity flows through my body, and I nearly black out from the pleasure. Her inner muscles stretch around my erection, and I struggle to remain still. I pinch one of her pebble-hard nipples through her dress, and she moans into my mouth. As her silky walls relax around my cock, I circle my hips a little to test her. I almost fall to my knees and shout my thanks when she pulls her lips back and mumbles, “Please move.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I hold her up with one hand and thunder into her wet pussy. Way too soon, I feel an orgasm rippling up my spine. I reach between us and press hard on her wet clit. She throws her head back and cries my name as her tight walls massage my climax from me. I struggle to remain standing as pleasure steals my breath. My cock drains into her soft depths, and my mind slowly begins to function again. Guilt and pride war in my brain. “I can’t believe I did this,” I mumble into the soft skin of her neck.
“Please let me down.” I allow her legs to slide to the floor and hold her until I’m sure she is stable.
Regret at taking my soulmate for the first time up against the bathroom wall eats away at. “God, I’m so sorry I let this happen.” My brain is still foggy, and I blurt shit out. I’m appalled at my actions. This was stupid. She deserves to be treated like a princess, and I fucked up royally.
“Sorry?” She steps back, and her emerald green eyes light with anger as I search for the right thing to say. I lose my chance when there’s a knock at the door.
“Livie, are you okay?” Bridgett asks, and I watch my girl’s face turn bright red.
“Uh… yes,” she stutters out while trying to frantically rearrange her messy hair. “I’ll be right out.” I reach out my hand to help her, and she slaps it away. “You’ve already done enough.” Her words send guilt and shame flowing through me. I need to earn her forgiveness. Too bad my stubborn ass just realized how dumb I’ve been acting.
“Can I take you to dinner tonight?” I lean over and whisper close to her ear. “We need to talk about this.” And I’ll apologize my ass off. The desire to make this up to my girl eats at me.
“Fuck off,” she hisses before pulling the door open. My shocked mind fails to react, and I watch helplessly as she disappears around the corner. Her delicate scent mixed with the smell of sex fills the room, and I groan as my cock hardens in my pants.
I step out into the hall and come to a dead stop. “Did you have to make a move on my sister-in-law at my wedding?” Fletcher is leaning against the far wall, shaking his head. “I thought you weren’t going to do that.”
“God, I’m a moron.” My friend raises his eyebrow but doesn’t comment. I brush past him and rush to find my girl.