Asshole Husband

“Please.” She closed her eyes and ground her pussy against his cock.

He was so hard. There was no mistaking his dick for anything else.

He tugged at her shirt, and she didn’t fight him. Pulling it over her head, she threw it to one side as she attacked his, working it up over his head.

Standing up, they both got naked, their jeans falling to the floor in a heap. With her still wearing her bra and panties, Wolfe fell back against the sofa, grasping her hips and pulling her down with him.

With one flick of the catch, her bra was off and his mouth on her nipples. He pressed her tits together and began to lick and suck at the hard buds. She watched, pushing her hair out of the way as his teeth sank against her flesh.

She released a moan as he let her go.

His hands moved down. With one yank of his fist, her panties tore and his palm cupped her. He slid a single finger inside her pussy, and she whimpered his name.

“You have no idea how much I fucking want you,” he said.

His thumb stroked over her clit, and she gasped.

He plunged two fingers inside her. As he rocked her close to her peak, she couldn’t help but feel the pleasure spiral.

She was so close to the edge, but Wolfe stopped, not allowing her to come.

He shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs, and she moved out of the way as he took hold of his shaft. He was already so hard, the tip leaking pre-cum.

She didn’t even give herself time to think or to question.

Sliding down his length, she let out a gasp.

After she took him a couple of inches, Wolfe grabbed her hips and slammed her down the rest of the way.

She gritted her teeth as he went in hard and deep, almost to the point of pain. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her face against his neck, feeling the pulse of his arousal deep within her.

Five years.

Five long, lonely years.

Wolfe felt amazing.

This wasn’t wrong. They were married. This was more right than anything else in her life.

He stroked his fingers down her back, slowly, going to her ass before drawing them back up to tease her some more.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No.”

His hands went back to her hips, and he lifted her up. She worked with his pace, rocking up and down on his length.

She sank her teeth into her lip, trying to contain her moans, but it was no good.

When she stared down at where they were joined, the pleasure was out of this world, even better than she could have imagined.

Wolfe wasn’t done with her though.

He moved them on the sofa so he was the one who was above her. He lifted one of her legs up to rest on the sofa, and with the other, he placed it high on his hip, keeping her open. With long hard thrusts, he began to fuck her, taking what he wanted.

“Look at us, Rachel. Watch my cock take you. Your pussy is so fucking tight. I can’t get enough of you. I want to fuck you so hard, all the freaking time.” He pounded inside her, and she cried out his name.

He reared back, keeping her legs open, and his fingers stroked over her clit.

She was open to him. There was no getting away.

He played with her pussy, making her come not once, but twice on his dick. She cried out his name, and hoped their son didn’t wake up.

Not as he dropped her legs, and began to fuck her even harder.

Little ripples of release rushed through her as he rocked a part within her that kept her pleasure repeating, forcing her to come more.

She was completely mindless, nor did she care about what she was doing. She was supposed to be trying to find a way to convince Wolfe of a divorce, not fucking him.

As he came, she heard his growl, felt his cock twitch, and knew he’d found his own release.

He collapsed onto the sofa, and she took his weight, feeling content for the first time in so long. The last time she felt this way, it was her wedding night, before she learned the truth.

If only she wasn’t so freaking scared she’d made the same mistake again when it came to him.

Chapter Nine

Rachel was avoiding him and trying really hard to do so. Wolfe had no doubt if they were at the picnic, she’d find a million reasons to be anywhere else but with him. For now, though, they were home, with Benjamin running around gathering all the things she needed for her potluck.

Wolfe stood in the kitchen doorway, watching her.

He’d woken up this morning with her in his arms.

It had been one of the best mornings he’d ever had. On their wedding night, he didn’t get to wake up with her. She was already gone come morning.