Never Been Worse (Evergreen Park #3)

Chapter 30 – Wes

THIRTY

WES

“What about one last revenge?” Harper asks, and my brow comes together in confusion as I look to her, my hand frozen as it’s about to spray the milk onto his bed.

The confusion clears quickly when she steps closer to me, her hand moving to my jaw and urging me to bend and kiss her. It’s hot and quick and fierce, and I groan into it, my free hand wrapping around her back.

“I never came in this bed,” she whispers, and my fingers dig into her side. It’s strange, the mixture of jealousy and arousal I feel. “Are you jealous, Mr. Holden?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, Mrs. Holden,” I growl against her lips.

“There’s no need,” she says, her voice teasing and lilting. Her hands move, drifting down my chest to the button at my pants.

“Harper,” I say, but she’s unzipping my fly and pushing my pants down, grabbing my cock in her hand. “ Harper.”

“One last revenge,” she whispers, and then moves to her knees. I don’t stop her, completely transfixed on my wife as she brings her mouth to the head of my cock, holding my eyes as she hollows out her cheeks, sucking on the tip.

I lose any and all restraint.

She wants to fuck around her ex’s house? We’ll fuck around in her ex’s house.

“Shirt up, hand in your pants,” I demand as I wrap my fist around her hair. “Touch your pussy while I fuck your mouth, get it nice and wet for me.”

She moans but does as told, lifting her shirt and bra together to reveal her pretty tits before sliding a hand under the waistband of her leggings. She moans around my cock, and I know she got to her clit.

I slide her mouth over my cock using my grip on her hair, and she moans again. “Are you wet baby? Does sucking my cock in your ex’s room make my pussy wet?”

She nods around me, eyes drooping with pleasure, though staying locked on mine.

“Slide one finger inside your cunt, Harper. Finger yourself while I fuck your throat.” She moans again, shifting and then mewling before rocking her hips, riding her fingers. “Such a good little wife you are.”

She deep throats me as she fucks herself, moaning around me until her moans become more frantic, her body moving like she’s on the edge, ready to come already. That’s when I pull out, bend, and lift her to the bed.

“Pants off,” I say then move to the side of the bed as she scrambles to take off her leggings.

I thank God we talked about contraception recently, so when I found out Harper was on the pill, we decided to get rid of them altogether. My hands go to her hips, and I pull her still quaking body to the edge of the bed. One leg of her leggings is still on, but I don’t care. I line my cock up at her entrance and slam in deep without any pretense. She screams as I slide in, her hands going to her tits to roll her nipples between her fingers.

My woman. My wife. The most beautiful, sexy woman on this planet.

“God, it’s so good,” she says, and I let out a growl, fucking her hard and fast. I know we’re pushing it, doing this here at all, so taking my time, teasing her, savoring this isn't an option. Once we get out of here and I get her back in our bed, I can.

But for now…

“I need you to get there fast, Harper,” I groan, sliding in deep. Each move is both bliss and torture, the pleasure growing up my spine and tightening my balls that slap against her with each thrust. Her hand slides down her belly, starting to work her clit quickly.

“That’s it, baby, fuck ,” I groan as I slam into her deep, fucking her hard with each thrust. Her tits bounce each time, and I lean forward, pinching one of her nipples hard.

”Wes,” she shrieks, writhing beneath me, hips thrusting to meet mine and get me deeper. It’s frantic and intense and erotic as hell, taking over every ounce of my mind and body. “Fuck!” She tightens around me, a vise around my throbbing cock.

“Come for me, baby. I’m going to fill you, and then it’s going to drip out of you onto his bed.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her eyes roll back in her head as she tightens on me even more. Knowing what she needs, I swat her hand away and slap her clit. Her body jolts, and she screams, coming in waves beneath me and taking me with her.

I groan her name as I release spurt after spurt of cum into her, holding her tight to me as I do. I probably steal too much time, staying with her like that, but it takes some time to come back to my body.

When I do, Harper is lying there, still filled with me, a sated smile on her face. I mirror it, shaking my head before slowly sliding out of her. She shifts, attempting to move, but I shake my head, using a hand on her shoulder to urge her back down. Gently, I graze my fingers over her swollen clit, her body jerking with pleasure. She’s over-sensitized, so this should be quick.

I squat down to watch, her pussy tightening as she moans gently, my fingers rubbing quickly over her clit.

“Wes,” she breathes.

“Just one more,” I say, my hand applying a bit more pressure. “I want to make it count.”

She yells, then calls my name after I’m done with her, coming one last time for me.

As she does, I watch my cum drip out of her. Satisfied, I stand and use my hand to smear the mess we made around. When I’m done, she’s staring at me, wide eyes and open mouth.

“I can’t tell if that was psychotic or the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispers, and I smile.

“I’ll take either. Now get dressed and grab your box. We’ve gotta go.” I help her stand, and my hand goes to her face to pull her in for a hard kiss. I eventually, reluctantly, force myself to stop so I can pull my pants up and finish spraying the milk.

Then I make Jeremy’s bed just the way we found it.