She kept rubbing my cock, making this decision even harder.
In a pouty voice, “Don’t you want your wife, Carlo?”
And that’s when I broke. Was I being weak? Abso-fucking-lutely. Damn this woman! Would I regret it? More than likely. But damn the consequences!
I pulled her hand away aggressively and slammed her to my body, rubbing my hard cock up against her silky nightgown. I gripped her head with my hand and kissed her aggressively. Our tongues were battling for dominance, and I could taste the liquor on her tongue.
We pulled apart, both panting.
She practically whined, “I need you, Carlo. Please!”
Being a gentleman went right out the window when that came out of her beautiful mouth. The need behind her words were intense.
I gripped her tightly, “I need you to, baby. I need you so fucking badly.”
I stepped back from her, making her whimper as I reached for my shirt. She stepped closer, and proceeded to help me take my shirt off, even in her clumsy drunken state.
She stumbled back, making me hesitate until she leaned in, reaching for my waistband. I pushed her hand away, and frantically pulled my pants off, leaving me in my brief underwear, my cock so hard it was poking out the top.
Catalina’s eyes zeroed in on the tip, licking her lips, making me groan again. Damn this woman was such a turn on. I moved towards her, making her eyes whip up to mine, as I grabbed her gown and yanked it up quickly, off her. She stood there naked except for her silky matching panties. I grabbed her, pulling her back to me, rubbing my hard cock against her silky underwear, the only barriers between us. I kissed her in a messy way, just needing to touch her, licking her lips. Her hand pulled away from me and slid down to touch the tip of my cock that was peeking out of my underwear. I knew this wouldn’t last long so I needed in her. Now.
“Baby, it’s been too long. I need you. Now baby.” My voice was hard, trying to keep myself under control. She pulled back smiling at me and took her panties off while staring at me. She did it slowly and delicately. Me? I just yanked mine off and tossed them. She laughed.
I lunged at her, making her squeal, and pushed her to the bed.
“No play time, baby. I need inside. Now.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, making me groan again. She pulled me closer, rubbing her very wet pussy against my cock.
“Oh for fuck sakes.”
She laughed softly.
I pushed in, trying to keep myself from exploding. She moaned, making it an even harder task. Once I was fully inside her, I stilled, regaining some restraint.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Hard and fast, Carlo, please.” She was practically begging now.
Oh she would definitely get what she wanted. Without waiting I started moving, slow and steady for a few thrusts, then faster and harder. This wasn’t going to last long, but I would make it count. Catalina’s orgasm grew louder, making me realize she was as needy as I was. She had vocal orgasms, but nothing like Emily’s. I honestly hated how Emily would be loud and over the top. Once or twice I actually lost my hard-on because of it. I had to visualize someone else with her. I guess that should have been another red flag. This orgasm was louder than usual though, and I wondered if that was because she had been drinking. Normally, Catalina didn’t drink a lot. She’d have maybe a glass of wine or two in one evening, but never more, and it was spread out across the night. I had honestly never had sex with my wife drunk, so this was a new experience for us.
I was getting close and I needed her to finish.
“Baby, I need you to cum for me. I can’t last much longer.”
She grew louder, and after three more thrusts she exploded on my cock. I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom, but that thought just propelled me into thrusting harder, quicker until I exploded in her, groaning out her name.
I wanted her pregnant again. I wanted this woman to have my baby. Babies. Was it shitty to lock her in with a baby? Yes. Was that below me? Right now, hell no!
I leaned over her, waiting until I completely emptied my seed into her, then slowly pulled out, slid to the side, and pulled her back to front, gripping her tightly to me. Shewouldbe staying in my bed tonight. Because, tomorrow……...tomorrow would bring anger and chaos.
Chapter 9
Catalina’s POV
It had been a month since I woke up naked in my husband’s bed, with my husband. I had been drinking the night before, not expecting him back for a couple more days. I had become depressed. Even though I didn’t want to be near him after what had happened with Emily and the baby, I also realized I didn’t like him being away either. I knew that was messed up thinking, but I couldn’t help it. Asshole or not, I had fallen in love with my cheating whore of a husband. There was no getting away from him, except from one side of the mansion versus the other. He was gone during the days for work, but he always managed to come home after 6 pm at night as he had done before he destroyed us. I tried to ignore him whenever we were in the same room, which was usually just breakfast and some dinners. On days I couldn’t stomach being around him, I had my dinner in my room.
I had woken up that next morning with a headache, not sure what had happened. When I had turned over in the bed, my asshole of a husband was staring at me, cautiously. I had started to pull away to get up and leave, not realizing what had happened. I figured I had been drunk and my husband had taken advantage of the opportunity. Regardless of if I had come on to him or not, he should have known the state I was in andsaid no. But obviously, he had not. To say I was pissed was an understatement.
