My Husband, My Stalker - Jessa Kane Page 0,13

be doing this.”

“I won’t ever tell.”

I open my legs wider, bite my lip, and he loses the battle between right and wrong.

In one rough move, he stuffs me full, capturing my shocked mewl with his mouth. “Fuck,” he grits, pumping into me crudely, his hands going to my buttocks and clutching, yanking me into his thrusts, causing the table to bump wildly on the floor. “Not going to be able to get off any other way now, am I? Now that I know what this tight cunt feels like.”

“No.” I pout. “Only with me.”

Roaring a curse, he pulls me off the table and pins me against the fridge, driving into me with powerful, greedy hips, his breath frenzied in my ear. “I put a roof over your head. Food in your little belly. Now show some gratitude and get those knees up around my hips, girl.”

My knees fly up and hug his muscular body.

“Good girl.” He licks his lips. “Look at those little titties bounce.”

I gasp at the violent constriction of my loins.

I’m not sure I knew how deep this fantasy ran. Or how potent it would be. How much it would arouse me, score me with lust. But it does. My nails are buried in his shoulders and I’m holding on for dear life, my mouth in a permanent O, receiving rough thrusts of his huge sex and feeling my own pleasure dam begin to give way, even though I want more of the game. More of the depravity and pull between good and evil. More Christopher.

“You have to come, Daddy,” I whisper in his ear. “Or we’re going to get caught.”

He makes a hoarse sound and rails into me harder, his erection thickening inside of me, signaling the end. “God help me, I didn’t use a rubber and I’m not pulling out.”

“You’ll take care of me.” I kiss his neck, his shoulder. “You always do.”

“That’s right.” He latches onto my mouth. “Every day of your life.”

It’s that tender promise of care that sends me sailing. I’m being pleasured without mercy or gentleness, but I’m also being comforted, treasured, loved, as well. This man is the best of both worlds and he rocks into me just right when the climax hits, holding himself deep inside me and growling as I shake, making sure I’m well over the finish line before he hits me with a series of savage pumps, looking me straight in the eye, and finally his seed geysers up inside of me, reaching every corner of my womanhood and dripping down my thighs, onto the floor, soaking into my thong.

“Go ahead and get pregnant, then.” He grinds out into my neck. “No one will blame me. The pussy was just too ripe.”

A second orgasm crests, catching me off guard, and I scream his name, my flesh squeezing, squeezing so intensely that I can barely stand it. And he watches me, my husband. He watches this second peak hit me with blatant satisfaction in his eyes, almost like he’s triumphant and fascinated, the corner of his mouth edged up into a smile.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, still rocking his hips. “Let it all out.”

I’ve never been more spent in my life. I collapse forward over his shoulder, desperately trying to fill my lungs, and while his breathing is shallow as well, his shoulders covered in a sheen of perspiration, Christopher is sturdy as ever, carrying me to the bedroom and laying me down on the cool sheets.

Right before I drift into unconsciousness, he kisses my forehead.

“You have no secrets from me, angel eyes.”

5

Evan

My target is late.

Right after Jolie fell asleep tonight, I received a text from my boss ordering the hit. A Greek businessman named Constantine who fucked over the wrong partner at his flashy firm. I don’t ask questions or philosophize about whether or not someone deserves to die. I don’t have any code, except for refusing to kill women and children.

I lean back against the concrete piling and exhale, anxious to be back home with my wife. With her head tucked under my chin, an arm wrapped around her waist. After the new way we made love tonight, I’m hungrier than ever for her pussy. If I was home right now, I’d be teasing her clit with my middle finger, arousing her while she’s sleeping. She’d be rolling over on top of me, half asleep and humping me, confused and disoriented to wake up wet and throbbing, whining until I took care of business.

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