"Ah… I'm still sore," I whine.
He pulls out and does it again just to be a dick. "You should've considered that before fucking with me."
A man of his word, Jagger fucks me hard and unapologetically. It's a heady blend of pleasure and pain. He feels so deep like this. His puff of air tells me he just spit on his hand. His wet fingers toy with my puckered hole, adding pressure then backing off each time making me think he's going to penetrate it.
"I should fuck your ass to make this lesson memorable."
Jagger keeps my senses on edge like he wants to rip me apart and sometimes I feel like I'd give him the knife. The way he fucks me is all consuming and always pulls me out of character, making me crave things I never thought I wanted.
"Do it," I offer like a crazy person.
"I love how you can go from being my proper wife to a sexy bitch in heat."
"I swear we're going to fight one day."
"We won't because you’d fucking like it. You should see how your pussy juice coats my dick. I know you feel yourself dripping for me like you're my personal pornstar."
He keeps the pressure on my anus as his other hand snakes around to punish my clit. It's too much but I can't protest. Jagger feels like he's everywhere and taking over. Sometimes inside bursts, I cry out as my orgasm consumes me.
My knees buckle but I can't fall. His fingers abandon my ass and his arm wraps around my waist like a steel band.
"Take it all until I cum," he taunts me. "Fuck, your pussy massages me so fucking perfectly, Sweet Baby."
I love the sounds he makes when he cums. He feels so hot when he cums that it warms my body down to my toes.
I can't predict the future, but at this rate, fucking will be what kills us. It'd be Jagger's perfect way to go.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Jagger
“Ah! Fuck me!”my potty mouth wife whines just as I’m entering the media room. I smile to myself, proud that I’ve corrupted her.
Oran raises a brow in her direction then turns his attention back to the puzzle he’s putting together. Patient bastard can sit there for hours working on bullshit like that and I just want to flip the table. Karessa frowns at her phone as she quickly types in her group chat. She’s already dressed in her ‘date clothes’ as she called them and looks damn sexy. I’d think she’d learn about wearing dresses around me but not only did she not learn, it’s short and practically see-through.
“As you wish,” she squeals when I throw her over my shoulder.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Jagger,” Karessa complains yet she’s somehow still typing on her phone. “The vendor delivered five-hundred plates of china but it’s the wrong pattern and the Henderson party is next week!”
“Sounds stressful, but when you say,‘fuck me,’that means you want dick.”
I squeeze one of her ass cheeks since they’re practically out, then toy with the edge of her panties. Oran continues to do his puzzle like all is normal. Her nails still clack on her phone as she works on her event issues yet her body is responding to my touch.
“I’m still sore, crazy person.”
“Then why are you bucking against my fingers, crazier person?” She jumps when my teeth sink into her ass cheek.
“Watch it! My cheeks are still sore.”
“Did you learn your lesson, though?” Oran taunts her from his spot on the couch.
I flinch a little when she uses her position to grab my ass. “I’ve learned, Oran. That your ass is different than my husband’s.”
“So that’s a‘no’,” he laughs.
Her defiance makes me hot but I refused to get sidetracked
“Don’t worry. I have ways to punish her later.”
