Forever and always (sequel to Being Mrs. Bieber)

Chapter 43: My love

You.

Guys.

Fuckin'.

Spammed.

Me.

Like damn.

A lot of you beautiful people were asking me and literally begging me to update.

This book has slow updates babys.

Be patient for me. I have a lot going in and I write three ongoing books.

It all gets piled up.

I'll update when I can.

Now, here's the chap.

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Justin's POV:

I grip her hips tight, pinning her to the wall which makes her gasp in sudden surprise.

She stares at me in a way that turns me on, it's like she's begging me to fuck her.

I bite my lip and lean forward, brushing my lip against hers.

"The things I wanna fuckin' do to you right now," I mumble against her lips.

I grip her ass hard and press my body hard against hers.

She straddles onto my waist, wrapping her arms around my neck.

She pecks my lips multiple times, teasing me. I grow impatient, throwing her on the bed.

I hover over her petite body, kissing her softly.

I jump up, my face drenched in sweat.

I see Mia sleeping beside me soundly, making me somewhat disappointed.

That was a fuckin' dream.

Now, I'm all sexually frustrated and this bet is ruining everything.

You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

I feel my erection about to spring out, and I get up immediately, heading into the bathroom.

I undress myself, turning on the cold water in the shower.

I hop in, attempting to calm myself down.

My heart continues to race.

This bet is making my life a living hell.

This isn't gonna fuckin' work.

But, there's no way in hell I'm going in a tank full of sharks.

I hear a knock on the door, making me jump a little.

I hear the door creak open a little.

"Justin?," I hear Mia's groggy voice call.

"Yes baby?," I answer behind the shower curtain.

"Babe, it's two in the morning. Why are you showering so early?"

"Um, no reason. I just wanted to shower," I lie.

"Um okay. Well, come back soon. I wanna cuddle."

I smile at her cute choice of words.

"I will babe."

After that, I hear the door close.

I sigh in relief.

But, now I have to cuddle with her.

What if I can't control my hormones?

What if I get turned on again?

Dammit.

Mia's POV:

"'Cause I take you home to mama. Let you meet my friends. 'Cause you don't come with drama. So I want you til' the world ends," I sing along to my music blasting from my earphones.

I continue to cook breakfast as everyone is fast asleep.

The song continues to play and when it's finished, the next song starts playing.

PYD.

I feel myself start to get hot quickly.

When I heard this for the first time, I couldn't stop blushing.

Justin played it for me in the studio while I was sitting on his lap.

He showed no hesitation to tease me by rubbing my sides and gripping my hips tightly.

We were both in the studio alone also.

It was a perfect chance for him to make me weak and for me to give in.

So, I did.

Next thing I know, we're fucking on his studio couch while inside his studio, the song playing in the background.

I continue to listen to the sexual lyrics, making me enter a tense state of sexual frustration.

From the door to the wall

Coffee table, girl, get ready

I'mma put you down (PYD PYD PYD)

All the way down (PYD PYD PYD)

From the stove to the counter top

Dining room table, are you ready?

I'mma put you down

(PYD PYD PYD, PYD PYD PYD)Up the stairs to my bedroom,

Light a few candles, prepare yourself

I'mma put you down (PYD PYD PYD)

All the way down (PYD PYD PYD)

On a plane, a train, an automobile doesn't matter

I'mma put you down (PYD PYD PYD)

All the way down (PYD PYD PYD)

I feel myself jump out of my skin as my reaction to being kissed on the cheek.

I look up seeing Justin smirking at me. I take my earphones out, taking a deep breath.

"You scared the shit outta me," I breathe out.

"I see your listening to your favorite song," he says, his smirk remaining.

I scoff.

"Babe, I don't have a favorite song of yours. I love them all."

"Mhmm. Sure baby."

I roll my eyes and continue cooking.

Sweet open mouthed kisses are placed down my neck and I clear my throat, trying to ignore him.

"Justin. Baby stop," I beg.

"Why? You like it?"

"Yes, now fuck off. I'm not losing this be-"

I'm interrupted when I'm pulled away from the counter and into Justin's arms, facing him.

"Instead of fucking off, how about just fucking you?," he rasps, kissing my lips.

"U-Uh," I choke out at a lost for words.

"Just say the words baby. I'll do whatever you want. Just prepare to go on a rollercoaster tomorrow," he teases.

I shake my head and manage to get out of his grip, returning to cooking.

"I'm not losing this bet Justin. I don't care how sexy you are."

I hear him chuckle before he smacks my ass, exiting the kitchen.

God, help me.

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