Her Men

She let out a sigh as she stopped on a movie that was midway through a sex scene. The woman was moaning as the man ran his hands up and down her tits, going into her panties. Seeing as it wasn’t a porn movie, there was no cunt or dick action, just a lot of fake moaning.

She snorted and turned the channel.

“You’re so much of a prude that you won’t even watch a couple fucking.”

She let out another scream and jumped off the sofa, her hand going to her chest. “You scared me.”

“We seem to be making a habit of this. You noticed.”

“Stop jumping out of places and scaring me.”

“Why? It seems like a lot of fun.”

She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t fair. Did you follow me?”

“Yes. Of course I did.” He stepped into the room. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“What exactly was keeping you up?”

“You!” She jerked back and shook her head. “I don’t get this. I don’t get any of this.”

“What is there to exactly get?”

“I don’t know. Why you’ve all of a sudden taken an interest in me? Why you’re saying all those dirty things?”

He smirked.

“Look, I don’t get it. I was ordered by my parents to marry you. I didn’t want in this either, and you’ve treated me like trash. Why?”

“Because I thought you were exactly like them.”

“I don’t care about your money or your wealth. I had a perfectly good life, and they ruined it.”

“Why listen to them?” he asked. “What exactly do they have on you to make you do something you don’t want to do?”

“What do they have on you?”

“I asked first.”

“Yeah, well if you’d not given them a reason neither of us would be in this situation,” she said. “We wouldn’t be miserable.”

“You hate being here?”

“I hate being with someone who hates my guts. News flash, James, it’s not exactly nice.”

“I don’t hate your guts.”

“Wow, then you’ve changed your mind really fast.”

“I admit that I was angry and I haven’t been the best of company, but I don’t hate you.”

“No, you want me to cheat on you to get out of this marriage. I hate to break this to you, James, I don’t exactly call to the opposite sex. They don’t look at me and scream, I want her.” She finished the last part on a yell.

He saw the pain in her eyes, and he found it ridiculous that she thought for even a second that she wasn’t desirable. His cock was rock-hard just by looking at her.

The thought of being the first man inside her, showing her, was turning him on even more.

He’d never considered virgins attractive, and yet here he was, wanting her.

Abby, the untrained woman who was now his wife.

“I don’t want you to cheat.”

She snorted.

It wasn’t exactly an attractive sound.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re a very judgy person, aren’t you?”

“Forgive me for not jumping for joy at your latest revelation. My life has been turned upside down in the past few weeks.”

She was talking way too much.

Closing the distance between them, he noted her immediate step back. There was nowhere for her to run. He stood in front of the only exit. All that remained was having her pressed up against the wall. He slammed his hands either side of her head, making her stay still.

“Nowhere to run to, little kitten.”

“Let me go.”

“When I’m good and fucking ready.” He breathed in her sweet vanilla scent.

So tempting.

So sweet.

He wanted to make her all dirty.

To have her begging to be fucked.

Wouldn’t that be a nice treat? To have Abby, his sweet, caring wife, begging for a nice, fat cock.

Cupping her cheek, he tilted her head back. She didn’t fight him. Her anger was so clear to see. It only served to turn him on more.

He’d never claimed to be a gentleman.

“What am I going to do with you?” He sighed. “You can hate me all you want.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“No, I wonder if you’d still want me if you hated me.”

“You don’t have a clue what you’re talking ab—” She cried out as he cupped her tit, paying careful attention to her budding nipple. Both of them were hard, and as he pressed against her, gripping the tight point, she gasped.

“You want me, Abby. Your body, it wants me. I doubt you even know what true need really is. It’s where you can’t help but want someone you know you can’t have.” He leaned in close so that his lips grazed her ear. “Guess what? You can have me, because I’m your husband.” He trailed his hand down to between her thighs. She wore a pair of boy shorts. With ease, he pushed his hand beneath the elastic band and heard her moan this time.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and as he slid a finger into her creamy slit, he had his answer.