Absently, Karessa licks her lips before shaking her head. “There wasn’t anything to learn.”
I walk inside and lock the door. Holding eye contact, I move closer, taking my time. “Meaning?”
“It’s all for you Jagger Liam Hanlon. Actually wanting Nik never crossed my mind. I'm just as devoted to you as you are to me.”
The way she earnestly looks me in the eyes while speaking and not wavering on what she tells me makes me harder than any sexual promise.
“Oh yeah?”
I'm in touching distance now but instead of reaching for me she drops her hand underneath her skirt and rubs herself through the lace. She sucks in her breath like she’s biting back a moan. Karessa leans in my space, her lips brush mine when she speaks.
“This pussy is only for you.”
Umph. I push her hard against the wall and one of Ainslee’s generic decorative paintings hits the ground but I don’t give a fuck. I'll pay for it later. I grab Karessa’s jaw and lick her lips.
“Mmm. My dirty, dirty princess. Keep going, fuck yourself good. Make it drip for me, Sweet Baby.”
I hold eye contact as she fingers herself with each sloshing sound making my dick throb. Karessa huffs in part arousal and part frustration when I keep my lips a breath from hers, denying the kiss she craves. Instead, I watch her pupils change the closer she gets to cuming and just when her body shudders and her mouth falls open from ecstasy, I devour her mouth and kiss her until she struggles for breath.
I pick her up and suck at the base of her throat.
“Jagger…”
“That’s right, cheer my name, baby. Wrap your fucking legs around my waist.” I have my dick out in seconds. This isn’t making love or exploring each other’s bodies, this is fucking pure and raw. I rub her with my dick through the lace. “Move it aside. I want it to massage my dick while I fuck you.”
Karessa does my bidding without a word. Her glistening pussy and the scent of her calls for me to do my part and makes my dick drip. I take her in one deep stroke. She cries out as I fuck her deep.Damn, it’s good to be home.
“Jag-ohh!” Her moan should be my ringtone. We’re just getting started.
Shifting, I reposition her until her ankles are on my shoulders and she’s folded onto the wall. The deeper I go the wetter she gets and the louder she begs. Fuck, it’s a symphony. Her walls squeeze me so tight when she cums that it motivates me to keep going. I place my palms flat on the wall and grind into her in ways she’s only dreamed about.
“Mmm. Be prepared, wife. Things will get rougher…” I run my fingertips over the puckered hole between her ass cheeks. “And dirtier.”
She smirks like she’s looking forward to it. Good. The smile doesn’t last long because I have her cuming again and I can tell by the sharp intake of breath and her inability to scream, it caught her off guard. Her surprised rapture makes me follow her and I pump her with every ounce of cum I have to give for now.
I drop my forehead on hers and steal another kiss while we both pant to find our bearings. I’m definitely falling for my wife.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jagger
Maybe I brokemy wife’s pussy. After we’d left Oran’s it was on since I had to make up for lost time. I mean her being on time out meant I was on time out as well. Although I think the real issue occurred after my umpteenth nightmare. I’m not crazy. I know this is still fresh and I get that nightmares or some forms of distress are common. That asshole did disturb my peace but I’m so over this shit that I may or may not have taken it out on my wife’s body in the wee hours.
I’m at the gym to do some early morning sparring with Edis before she wakes up and comes in for her lesson. I told her my plan after we fucked and even left her a text message in case she was too tired to pay attention. Wiping the sweat off me, I wave goodbye to Edis. I’m damn tired since we’ve upped the training to be more rigorous. I need some sort of outlet for the fear.
As I put away the boxing gloves and change my shirt, I decide that I’ll give her a break. Then she comes limping in wearing booty shorts and a sports bra which leaves me to believe she likes being fucked up a wall.
“Where are the rest of your clothes?”
She looks down at her body as if she cannot see the issue I have with her attire. “Right here, Hanlon. This is a workout outfit.”
Yup. A glutton for punishment.
“Get your gloves and climb your sexy ass into the ring.”
She scoffs and does what I tell her. She even kisses me in greeting like a good girl once she’s in the ring.
“You know, I can’t wait to teach you something I know so I can boss you around and be all authoritative.”
