“I told you why.”
I swing and am surprised when my fingers connect with his cheek. He was supposed to dodge that. Jagger grins like he just walked out of my nightmares. He gathers my wrists again and slams them above my head; the grip of his hand is tight enough for me to wonder if there’ll be a bruise. He grabs my jaw equally tight and steals my breath with a harsh kiss. I give into it, putting my frustration into it and allowing him to expel his. It’s a battle of the tongue that makes me want it more.
“Fuck,” he growls against my lips but when he pulls away, he yanks at my bra until my boob pops out.
Jagger sucks it into his mouth so hard, I almost cum. His equally aggressive bite makes me shudder.
“I should have told you I was leaving,” he admits. “I’m not used to giving a play-by-play of my day.”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me my real issue with the way you left.”
“I was shutting you out.”
“And that’s what?”
“Unacceptable?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He drops his forehead to mine. “Get some of that bass out of your voice, ReRe.” He sits up and yanks down my shorts until they stop at my ankles, bearing me to him. He spreads me and stares at my wetness while licking his lips. “Lesson number three, sweet baby. Don’t try to fight your husband dirty unless you want to get fucked dirty.”
“Wha—" My question gets knocked out of me when he quickly presses my legs above my head with my knees caging in my head.
Jagger slams into me hard before I can get my bearings. I yelp in shock as he drills into me relentlessly. It’s more intense than usual. Each thrust rocks my ass off the mat and he’s taken me to the edge so fast, it’s almost painful.
“Take it deep,” he groans. “You ran off my sparring partner, now I beat up your pussy.”
I’m happy I’m flexible or I’d be in trouble. Still, I dig my nails into his forearms, trying to keep up but the more pain I inflict, the hotter he gets, and the harder I get fucked. He pulls all the way out and slams back inside, and I break apart after a few times.
“Fuck, I wish you could feel what I feel. High quality pussy,” the maniac moans as he grinds the head of his dick on my throbbing clit to keep me quivering.
He smacks his dick against my pussy a few times and I know he’s back on his bullshit. He slaps my pussy then repositions me until I’m ass up with my knees together. One hand grips the back of my neck to hold me up and the other digs into my hip. He enters me hard and resumes the same bruising pace, abusing my pussy from a different angle.
“I heard you and I understand, but I have a pop quiz for you. Do. We. Interrupt. Jagger’s. Gym. Time?” He enunciates each word of his question with a deep stroke.
“No,” I cry.
Jagger doesn’t let up until I cum again. “Oh, and more cum for you,” he moans as he fills me up.
I fall forward with my cheek resting on my gloves. I don’t know if my legs work at this point. That demon I’m married to kisses my cheek and fixes my clothes. After fixing his, he scoops me off the ground.
“Nik!” he yells and The Hulk returns.
Jagger puts me in Nikolai’s arms and I’m beyond caring at this point. I simply lay my head on the big man’s chest.
“Take her to my car please. We’re leaving so you can lock up and go on about your day.”
His chest rumbles with his acknowledgement and I’m real life carried to Jagger’s car like groceries. I will get him back after a nap and strategy session.
Chapter Fifteen
Jagger
It’s quiet.Too quiet. It’s the type of quiet I was used to as a single man, but I’m not single. After Karessa ambushed me at the gym, we came home and she soaked in a bubble bath while I showered. It was arousing as fuck washing my body knowing her green eyes tracked my every move. The glass gave us unobstructed views of each other. I rubbed my dick, slowly giving her a show knowing she wasn’t going to join me. I wouldn’t let her if she tried. I know what I did to her pussy.
I took out all my frustration, angst, and sadness on her body. She was going to need a moment. Still, I jerked my dick until I came just for her since she likes to watch. Her eyes were full of arousal although her lips poked out with irritation.
I haven’t seen her since. We’ve only been married for a day. We’ll learn to navigate each other's habits and moods but something tells me that it’s not usual for Karessa to be in one spot all day. It’s late afternoon and I don’t think she’s eaten. She was asleep earlier but I highly doubt she’s still asleep. Maybe I could use a consultant.
