bucks his hips and drool sweeps down my face. I love that he does this. I think he loves it, too.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Past
Toby
I fuck her mouth like it’s my duty, loving how tears paint her cheeks and drool pools down her face. She’s a sight for sore eyes on her knees. I nearly lost it when she told me Francis was the one to make her wet. I saw red.
I can rarely get off when I’m with other women, and even then, it’s with our porn stash replaying in my mind that gets me there. When I fuck other women, it’s my wife’s cunt I’m imagining. I can’t even keep my eyes open when I’m away from her.
It’s always her.
It’ll never be anyone else.
They mean nothing.
I thrust into her throat, wanting to explode and choke her out, then paint her lips with the remnants of my cum, but I need to be inside her, remind her cunt that it’s my cock that pleases her.
She’s always moody and sad. Francis is obviously not doing his job. Never thought the passionate Frenchman would be so displeasing.
My wife needs to be forced into pleasure.
She needs her will taken.
She needs me.
I pull out and watch as drool drenches her throat. Fuck. I want to come there too. Bathe her in me in every way possible.
I help her up and push her against the mirror. Without preamble, I thrust inside her wet channel and fuck her harshly.
“I can’t fuck them like I fuck you, Sous.”
“W-What?” she stutters, her eyes fluttering at the jackhammering of my hips.
“They don’t please me like you do,” I grunt and pound into her. She cries out when I pinch her clit, then rub slow, methodical circles the way she likes.
I know her body inside and out. What she likes, what she craves, even what she’s scared to admit.
“Stop talking,” she grumbles.
“Jealous, Sous?”
“Fuck you.”
“You must be. Knowing that even though I hardly even come with them, they’re still who I pick.”
“Get the fuck off me,” she berates.
I stop inside her. “Is that what you want?” Her eyes hit mine in the mirror, and she shakes her head. That’s all the answer I need before I pull out and slam back into her as she screams.
“It’ll always be you, Josephine. No matter how much I hate you,” I grind out. She clenches around my cock, moaning out her release. I thrust into her with abandon, unable to stop the manic thrusting of my hips, and when I’m finally yelling out my own release, coating her walls and barely able to stand, the elevator beeps. I hurry and leave her body, shoving my dick in my pants as she tries adjusting her dress. The doors open, and a maid comes into the elevator. Scanning our home badge, the light shines, and we rise.
When the woman gets off two floors below us, we both burst out laughing before Joey’s face turns sour.
“Never talk about fucking other women in front of me again.”
I smirk, and she leaves me in the elevator.
She acts like I won’t be fucking every hole of hers tonight.
She will bend for me.
She will come for me.
She will be mine and mine alone.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Present
Toby
“You’re unbelievably stupid,” I hear Jase before seeing him. “I figured after all the shit I put Peaches through, you would have learned and not be a piece of shit like I was. But here you are, being just as bad.”
“Fuck off,” I growl.
Hurting Joey once more and forcing her to leave was my parting gift. I’m only going to destroy her. In the midst of our discussion, when she broke me, I realized she needed better. And that wasn’t me.
Not yet, at least.
I can’t be better without change. I need change. She deserves someone who can say they’ve worked to better themselves before expecting her to try.
“You really haven’t changed,” he bites out. It’s like all the hostility from earlier that he kept at bay is oozing through. “You’re still an entitled little shit who thinks he deserves everything he damn well pleases.”
I glare at him, not something he’s unused to, but fuck him and his hoity-toity bullshit routine. It’s not my fault he didn’t treat his wife well. It’s not even my fault that she loved me. Most of all, if he didn’t decide Ellie was what he wanted when he was hurting, Lo would never have slept with me.
“You’re just pissed because I fucked your wife,” I bark, feeling all the resentment slowly seep into my words.