The Marriage Rival

tiful sight in front of me. I slide myself into her pussy, groaning as the sensation ripples through me.

Lex’s voice echoes in my head, “Ten minutes, Cooper. Make it pretty damn quick.”

Argh, I squeeze my eyes shut, pumping myself hard, skipping all foreplay and gentle lovemaking. She wants to be fucked hard and fast, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give her.

She is so fucking wet, wanting this as much as I do. Her hands clutch onto the closet door for support until her moans become harder, and her walls contract against my hard dick.

Fuck.

I’m done.

I’m seeing stars, grabbing her hips with force as I ram her harder one more time. My body follows in a euphoric state, taking my breath away as I try to calm down.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“You’re welcome, you freak.” I pull my pants up, strapping my belt back on, then plant a kiss on her shoulder. “Now, I have to go back.”

“Go, go... I’ll see you tonight. Round two?”

I stop just shy of the door watching her fix her dress. She lifts her head, her beautiful face gazing back at me with a beaming smile.

“How did I get so lucky to have a wife like you?”

She moves closer to me, running her hand along my tie and fixing it straight. “You made my life a living hell, jerk. It was impossible to ignore you.”

I graze my thumb against her bottom lip, watching her lips part with an angsty moan.

“Rubber and glue, baby. I’m the jerk, and you’ve crowned yourself the bitch.”

Even in her heels, I tower over her. She tilts her head, her breath brushing against my ear. “Watch yourself, Mr. Cooper. You know what happens when you anger the beast.”

Oh, I fucking know what happens.

My dick ends up right back inside her.

Because, hey, I’m the jerk, right, and that’s the kind of thing guys like us do.

The End