She moves her hand down and grazes her clit. “Ready when you are.”
Spreading her again, I watch my cock slide in and out at a slow pace, savoring each thrust. The fire in my belly begins to rise, my legs wobbling in unison. I pick up the pace slightly, diverting my attention to her soaked fingers, rubbing her pussy in a wild frenzy.
Seconds later, she releases a loud moan, biting her lip as her face turns completely red. Around my cock, she twitches, and her orgasm has me undone. The fire has risen, and my body spirals out of control, every inch in a euphoric state as I hold my breath. Unwillingly, my entire body jerks forward, collapsing on top of hers.
Our chests beat against each other, our breathing uneven as we both gulp for air.
We remain silent, and I continue to stay inside her, never wanting to remove myself. And then
, I demand what I should have all along. “I’m not going to share you despite what your circumstances are. I’m selfish, too. Leave him now,” I demand, almost threatening her.
“It’s not so black and white, Noah.” She wiggles her body, but I lay my weight on her, refusing to allow her to break free.
“It’s either them or me.”
“You’re giving me an ultimatum?”
“Yes,” I voice, confidently.
“You don’t understand, Noah. You don’t have a child. I can’t give up on him.”
The fire in my eyes mirrors hers. The fury returning in just one breath that I can’t reason with her. “He’s not your kid.”
“No, he’s not. But I’ve been in his life since the day he was born. He’s not like all the other kids. I tried to explain that to you, but you won’t listen.”
“Because it sounds like an excuse. Every kid is going to put on a guilt trip if their family is breaking up. You just don’t want to move on,” I tell her, the enmity driving me further and possibly to the point of no return. “And why the fuck would you need to sleep in the same bed as your husband, huh? I bet you still fuck him or at least let him get you off.”
“Fuck you,” she almost spits. “You have no idea of the sacrifices I’ve made for Michael. And I’d do it all over again because he deserves no less. I didn’t ask for a special needs stepson, but I got one and wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“Well, change it. As I said, it’s them or me,” I demand hastily.
“You fucking prick, get off me,” she yells, pushing my chest forward. “Maybe I should ask you to end your ties with Kate? How does that feel, huh?”
Her jealousy over Kate still amuses me. There will never be anything between us, Kate has made that perfectly clear.
But Morgan should belong to me.
Like a possessed man in love, I’m rock-hard again, and without warning, I enter her pussy. Something I probably shouldn’t do, but I don’t give a goddamn fuck. I grab her arms, controlling her desperate need to push me away, using my hips to fuck her this time because the jealousy is driving me to the brink of insanity.
Underneath me, she swears at me to get off her, but I ignore her threats. Her body is telling a different story. Her nipples are erect under my touch, her teeth clenching each time my cock goes in deeper. Shaking her head back and forth, I want her to shut the fuck up because she belongs to me and no one else.
“You’re a fucking asshole!” she screams in between her moans.
My hand moves toward her mouth, covering it while I take what’s mine. And with just one surge, I’ve come undone again.
My heart beats erratically. My vision is slightly impaired as I try to gain control. My cock is so sensitive, the walls of her pussy clenching and making me jump slightly. I open my eyes and see her stare back at me full of rage. She pushes me again, and this time I pull myself off and collapse on the bed beside her. She’s quick to move away, grabbing her dress and covering her chest.
“Fuck you,” she shouts. “You don’t just come inside me thinking you own me.”
I’m too tired to fight her, continuing to lie there and stare at the ceiling. But something inside my exhausted brain tells me it’s not over yet.
“Oh, that’s right,” I say. “Only your husband can do that.”
The steam is shooting out of her ears as she races to get her clothes on, throwing her dress over her head in one swift motion. “And to think I was going to tell you that I love you,” she sputters, momentarily beyond words. “I should save the words for someone who actually gives a fuck. Someone who loves me back.”
And with her words said loud and clear, she leaves the room, abandoning me with only my thoughts.
Love.