She holds up one finger as she glares at me. “Save it. I don’t want to hear it. This conversation is over.”
She is unbelievably irritating at times. “Real mature,” I snap, returning her glare and some. “This conversation isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”
Ignoring me, she resumes staring out the window, and we both quietly stew the rest of the way home.
When Ezio pulls the car up in front of my house, she thanks him before storming off inside. Ezio and Ricardo share a look and then turn narrowed eyes on me.
“Mind your own business, and get out of here,” I bark. “My wife will see you tomorrow.”
Without uttering a word, Ezio slaps the car keys in my hand before they walk toward their car. I lock Rina’s SUV with the key fob and head toward the house.
My wife is nowhere to be seen when I enter our home. Deciding it’s best to give her some space, I head to my office with a cold beer and a seething dick. I settle at my desk, quickly scanning the surveillance cameras to check the property is secure while I knock back my drink. I respond to a few work emails and tasks, and then I put some porn on and unzip my pants.
Pulling my engorged cock out, I wrap my hand around my shaft, giving it a few quick tugs. Guess I’m going solo again tonight, but it’s completely my fault. If I hadn’t engaged my brain back there, I’d be fucking my wife right now. Maybe I should have said nothing and enjoyed the ride, but I want to start off on the right footing. This power play between us is unequal and not sustainable, but I don’t know how to talk to her without it becoming a fight.
Sighing, I lift my butt, push my boxers and pants down to my calves, and spread my thighs wider, stroking my straining dick as I attempt to focus on the screen. The busty blonde with the fake tits is on her knees, sucking the guy’s cock, but she does nothing for me. Frustrated, I pump my hand harder and faster, letting my mind wander into fantasy land.
I imagine it’s Catarina between my legs, visualizing her hot mouth wrapping around my shaft as she takes me deep. A groan tumbles from the back of my throat as I thrust harder in my hand to visions of my sexy wife pleasuring me with her skillful mouth. In my head, she’s climbing on top of me and guiding my length into her warm inviting pussy. I stroke my dick faster, feeling a familiar tightening in my balls, when activity on one of the outside cameras captures my attention.
“What the actual fuck!?” Releasing my aching cock, I yank my boxers and pants up and scramble out of my chair. I finish fixing my clothing as I race outside, reaching my wife just as she’s about to climb into the back seat of her SUV. Ezio and Ricardo are in the front, and she obviously called them to come back for her. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I ask, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.
“Get your hands off me!” She spins around, spitting fire as my eyes rake over her body. She’s poured into a tight-fitting sexy black dress that exposes far too much flesh. The neckline dips low between her breasts, down to her belly, highlighting her gorgeous rack and toned stomach. The hemline only reaches mid-thigh, and she’s wearing lace-up knee-high boots that scream fuck me. Her eye makeup is heavy, and she’s sporting ruby-red lips. Soft waves cascade down her back, and she has never been more fuckable.
If she thinks I’m letting her go out looking like that, she has another think coming. “No.”
Lifting my chin, I reel her in to my body as I whip out my gun and point it at Ricardo when he rounds the car, preparing to intervene. I am getting sick of their disrespect toward me when I have done nothing to warrant it. “Stay the hell out of this. This is between me and my wife. And show some goddamn respect when you are at my house.” He stalls his forward trajectory, looking unsure as he glances at Catarina for direction. When she fails to even acknowledge him, he falls back, his Adam’s apple jumping in his throat. I repocket my gun and forget about him, staring at Rina. “What is this? Where are you going?”
“I’m getting laid. That’s what’s going on.” In a quick maneuver I don’t expect, she disarms me with a twist of her body, extracting herself from my grip. She takes a couple steps back. “You don’t own me, Massimo. If you won’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will.” Her eyes glitter with determination.
Hell to the no. “Over my dead fucking body will any man lay a finger on you,” I snarl, stepping forward and reclaiming the distance. My eyes lower to the creamy swells of her tits, and I’m painfully hard, my dick not happy to be cut off just as things were going places. “This is not the way to resolve things.”
“Fuck you, Massimo. You can’t have it both ways. You don’t want to fuck me, yet no one else is allowed to either.” She prods her finger into my chest, wearing her fury like a weapon. “I hate double standards.”
“I never said I didn’t want to fuck you!” I yell. “Why the hell do you think I’ve been walking around with the worst case of blueballitis these past few weeks? It sure as shit is not because I want to fuck my hand!” Holding her forearms, I push her back against the rear of the SUV. “Let’s get one thing straight,mia amata. I want to fuck you. I always want that. I want to screw your tight cunt in every position known to mankind and then start all over again. I want to fuck your brains out until you don’t know whether you are coming or going.” My voice ramps up a few notches, along with my desire. My cock and balls feel like they’re about to explode, and it’s not gonna be pretty.
“I want to grind my cock into every available hole and hear you screaming my name as you come and come and come. I want you to beg and plead for more, even though you’re sore, because you’re fucking addicted to my dick and you can’t get enough!” I am practically yelling by the end, totally losing control of my emotions.
This woman cranks my rage like no woman ever has before.
And she has the nerve to call me insufferable.
She gulps, her chest is heaving, and her bra-less nipples are trying to poke through the material of her dress. “Send your men home,” I growl, moving my hands to her hips. I thrust my hard-on against her belly, and she sucks in a sharp gasp. Wanton desire splays across her face, and she can’t deny this any longer either. We are both primed to explode, and it’s going down now. “Unless you want them to watch me bend you over this car and fuck the living daylights out of you.”
“You can leave,” she says, not tearing her eyes from mine. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Her men send daggers at me as they pass, and it’s a cautionary warning, a reminder they are watching and reporting everything. I couldn’t give two shits, and I have a childish urge to flip them off, but I restrain.
I rub up against my wife as I hear the crunching of footsteps on gravel, the opening and closing of doors, a car engine start, and then Ezio and Ricardo are leaving, and we’re alone.
My lips crash down on hers, and I drop a slew of punishing kisses on her mouth as I press her spine flush to the SUV and rock my hips into her belly. Primal instincts roar to life, and an inner voice is demanding I claim her and make her mine. It’s hypocritical after the stance I took earlier, but my need has pushed beyond logic at this point.
“Tell me you want this,” I say as I press feather-soft kisses along her jawline before dipping down to her neck. My dick is leaking precum, and I’m dry humping her against the SUV as I struggle to restrain myself.
I need to be inside her, and I can’t wait any longer, but I will never force her.
It will always be her choice.
She will forever have the power to say no, and I will respect her decision.
