The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

For a second I was tempted to rip his vocal chords out for calling my girl “pussy,” but I held myself back. That wouldn’t get me what I wanted.

I marry you. That was the first thing that popped into my fucking mind when she’d asked that.

I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.

“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of it.”

“That’s it, baby. Ride my face, give me all that sweetness. I want to die in this pussy.”

Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.

“Is he still there?” I asked Ari, who was nodding his head to whatever Justin Bieber song he’d just put on.

I was desperate for it all. I hadn't been lying to Ari and Linc. I was gonna be a daddy. If our one night hadn't done the trick, I was gonna fill Olivia with my cum until her belly rounded with our child.

“Mmmh. I’m not a fuckboy at all. Unless we’re role playing in bed and then I can totally be a fuck boy for you. Your wish is my command, baby.”

It did sound…kind of terrifying. If the girl wasn’t Olivia. I’d gladly look at dresses with her while she was on my dick. I’d gladly do anything she wanted in that position.

My dick was shrinking listening to her. I would have to measure it when I got home because I might have just lost two inches just being in her presence.

I froze for a second before a big grin lit up my face. And then I hustled into the bathroom to hold my girl’s hair. An hour later, I had the news I wanted. Two pink lines on a stick. Pregnant. Best fucking day of my life.