I need her. I want her so badly, but I don’t know why. I don’t understand why I’m soobsessed. What’s gotten into me?
She’s everything I shouldn’t want. She’s the girl I stole from my enemy, the girl who hates me for making her marry me. And I’m as hard as fuck for her because of the way she just looked at me, because of how her lips trembled at the thought of me kissing her when I leaned in.
And God, I almost claimed her.
I bite my lip as I jerk myself off in my own room, trying to release this tension that’s been building inside me since the moment I met her. But fuck me, I don’t think a simple jerk-off session will ever be enough as long as she’s in my house.
I can’t stop thinking about my beautiful wife, her plump lips and those ample curves, and how much I wish I could make them mine.
The pre-cum is lathered all over as I roll my hand around my shaft, picturing it’s her doing this. It’s so wrong, so goddamn wrong, but I can’t control myself any longer. And right when I think about her kiss at the altar again, I come undone.
All the pent-up desire unleashes, and I spurt my cum all over the floor until I’m satiated and the lust no longer controls my every waking thought.
But when I open my eyes again, there she is.
Not in my mind, but in the living flesh, staring right back at me through the small gap between my door.
Fuck.
STELLA
My eyes widen in shock.
He came.
He was jerking off, and he came.
And not only that, but he’s absolutely huge and curved, and while he’s staring at me, I’m staring atit.
My God.
I immediately turn around and bolt off through the hallways back to my room, where I left Sarah the moment she came to fetch me from the bathroom, just like Matteo said she would. But she was far too busy with cleaning up the mess I made of my room to notice I’d disappeared a second time to roam around the house.
I just didn’t imagine I’d ever find Matteo, jerking off on his own bed.
I close the door behind me and stay put for a few seconds, gathering myself while my mind slowly begins to spin out of control.
I can’t believe what I just saw. That cock … was gigantic.
And he saw me looking at him.
At his dick.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” Sarah asks.
I swallow. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”
But everything isnotfine. Not at all, because I can’t stop fucking thinking about how big he was and how much it made me throb seeing him explode.
Fuck.
I shiver in place, and Sarah says, “Are you cold, ma’am? Let me run you a hot bath.”
She gets up from the floor and drops all the broken glass into the bin before walking to the en suite bathroom and turning on the faucet.
“Thanks,” I mutter, while I contemplate whether or not I should still try to run while I can, before she locks the door on me again.
Then again, I really don’t want to run intohimright now.
