“He’s so big!”
“More!”
“…so…deep…”
One possessive hand remains buried in her hair while the other toys with her clit. I can only imagine what Jade is thinking as she watches us. How humiliated she must feel.
This will teach her that the only person who gets to make my wife feel small is me.
My balls tighten as I chase my release.
So…close…
I stroke her clit faster and faster, refusing to come before my wife does, but it isn’t until I say the words, “Come for your husband,” that she detonates, milking the cum straight from my cock.
Fuck—there is nothing like creaming my wife. No feeling is as powerful. As potent. As fucking addicting.
Which is another reason I keep away from her. It’s too easy to get lost in her, and she’s just too fucking dangerous.
Ivy collapses, her back rising and falling in rushed bursts. I stay kneeling, righting my clothes as I stare into the sconce.
Once she’s finally caught her breath, Ivy twists to look at me, her eyes full of question.
“There’s only been you, Ivy,” I blurt, though it makes no sense why I should say that. Sure, it’s the truth, but why would I care to assuage her worries? She is out to kill me and steal what she can of my inheritance, after all.
Her body relaxes, and I see a hint of a smile play about her pouty lips.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, and every night thereafter,” I tell her as I grab my shirt and exit the room.
I walk slowly back to my office, knowing Jade is anticipating my arrival.
“Why did you lie to my wife and mother?” I snap as I enter the room.
She shrugs. “I knew you didn’t like your wife, so I thought?—”
“Well, don’t fucking think from now on.”
She nods her head slowly, her eyes trained on her lap.
“Do you actually think you hold a candle to my wife?” I bark out. “Just fucking look at her!” I gesture to the screen, which shows my wife curled on the bed. “I didn’t pick her because she was my only fucking choice. She’s fucking perfect!”
Her throat jumps when she swallows. “Understood.”
“If I ever catch you spreading lies to my wife, to my mother, or to greater society, I-will-fucking-bury-you. Do you understand?”
“Yes—”
“Get out!”
As she’s about to pass by, I bring my arm up, blocking her from leaving.
“One last thing.” I lean down so that my lips are a breath away from her ear. “I will never, in this life or the next, fuck your generic, overrated cunt again.”
THIRTEEN
Ivy
Where once myhusband hardly sought me, now he never goes a day between visits.
