Asshole Husband

“So we have several pies done now.”

“Can I go play?” Benjamin asked.

She glanced toward him, and Wolfe saw she wanted to deny their son the chance to play on a Saturday.

“You go ahead, son,” he said. “I can help your mom.” He grabbed an apron, putting it over his head.

Benjamin cheered as he ran out of the room and went straight upstairs.

“There was a time he used to loving being in the kitchen with me.”

“Was this before you had a freak-out about being alone with me?” he asked.

“I’m not freaking out about being alone with you. Don’t be silly. I’m not worried. Why would I be? We’re just two people, two married people enjoying space. It’s fine. Totally fine.”

“And you’re not rambling on because your nerves are getting the better of you?” he asked.

She glared at him. “I’m fine.”

“I saw the way you freaked out this morning,” he said, moving around the counter.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and he wondered if she wanted to hit him.

“I didn’t freak out. It’s not every single day I wake up to a man watching me sleep.”

“You drool a little, just so you know.”

“What? You can’t go around saying those things.”

“I figured it was because I fucked you into oblivion.”

She covered her ears and then her face. “Our son is here.”

“He was home last night. We didn’t wake him up.” He stepped up close to his woman and cupped her arms. “Do you think one of your sisters will take him for the night and I can get you to scream the house down?”

“Not happening. Last night was a mistake,” she said.

She pulled out of his arms.

Any other man would be upset at her rejection. He wasn’t any other kind of man.

“No, it wasn’t,” he said.

“Wolfe, this doesn’t change the fact I want a divorce.”

“You’re going to have to change your mind on that. I’m not giving you one, simple as that.”

“You really want to live the rest of your life like this? Where I feel like this is a mistake and you’re always contradicting me?”

“It won’t always be like this.”

She shook her head. “I’ve got work to do.”

She stood back to the counter and started to work on the pie crust. He’d watched her make so many pies already this morning.

He waited a few seconds, moving toward the back of her, and then, he touched her. He put his hands on her hips, which he fucking loved. He couldn’t get enough of them. They were round, curvy, and he loved holding onto her as he took her.

She had such a nice, tight pussy. As far as he was concerned, last night was the first time of many nights to come. There was no way he was going to let her go, not when he was so close to having her.

Wolfe had no doubt he could win this.

Rachel was worth it to keep on fighting for.

“Wolfe?”

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this.” He pressed his cock against her ass. Pushing his hand beneath her apron, he went down the front of the shorts she’d picked to bake in. He didn’t allow a pair of panties to get in his way either. Pushing them aside, he found her slit and began to play with her clit. Up and down, he stroked her nub, brushing his lips across her neck. “You’re wet for me, Rachel.”

“Wolfe?”

“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t like having my fingers on your pussy, and I’ll step away from you right now, and let you get back to baking. If that’s what you really want to be doing, baking.” Using two fingers, he worked her clit, sliding down either side of her, pressing them together to make her feel surrounded.

With his other hand, he released the string of her shorts and pushed them down until they were around her ankles.

Still playing with her pussy, he released his own cock, stroking the length.

“Hold the counter,” he said.

She gripped the edge of the counter, and he tilted her hips to create the right angle, and found her entrance. Sliding his cock inside her, he closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure of her tight cunt surrounding him. She was everything.

He stopped stroking her clit to hold the cheeks of her ass open so he could watch her taking his cock.

He pulled out of her, seeing her cream on his dick before sliding inside her, going to the hilt.

Letting go of her ass, he held her hip and started to touch her pussy again, playing with her clit, drawing her closer to an orgasm.

He wanted to fill her with his cum again.

Last night, he’d filled her to the brim. He’d not been with other women, but he’d spent a lot of time taking care of his own needs, thinking about this moment. From the moment she left him, Wolfe knew he’d win her back when he was ready, and now he was.