Chapter 24 #3
“God, baby, you feel the same,” I said, kissing one of her cheeks as I pushed into her deep. “So good, sweet girl. You feel so damn good.”
She squeaked and tugged me in closer, her legs locking around me.
“Fuckin’ dreamt about this, baby,” I murmured. “You know that? I went to bed trying to forget you but my head wouldn’t let me. Heart wouldn’t let me forget either. Not you. Not you, baby, fuck. It’s impossible to forget you. Did you dream about me too?”
She sobbed and nodded, letting out a jumbled, dazed, “yesyesyes, Bridger, yes.”
I pecked her lips, my head turning to the side to see an anguished looking Gordon sitting there against the bed. Chest heaving, he kept his eyes closed, his cheeks stained with tears.
“You close your eyes and I shoot you in the fucking head,” I barked at him. I wanted him to see everything I was doing to Juliette.
“I can’t…” he whined. Literally whined like the fucking pussy he was.
“Watch me fuck her,” I snapped, pushing deeper into Juliette. “You ever make her feel like this? She ever make these sounds for you?”
He was coughing as he finally looked at us, his breathing still not on track as I pumped his wife full of cock.
My gaze lowered, taking in the look on Juliette’s face. Her eyes were still rolling into the back of her head and her lips were parted as she let out gorgeous, little cries.
My hand landed on her chin and I turned her head to the side, so that she was facing Gordon, so that he could look right at her pretty face while I pumped his wife full of cock.
“She ever look like this for you?” I asked, kissing the side of Juliette’s face.
“Hm? She ever look this fucking desperate to come? Look at her. Look at her face. She fucking needs it. She needs it so bad. And I’m gonna give it to her.
Gonna fuck her until she comes all over my cock, and then I’m gonna shoot my load inside of her, and you’re gonna fucking watch. ”
“Bridger, so close,” Juliette whined. “Please, I’m so…”
“I know, baby,” I pushed into her deep, balls tight against her cunt. “I can feel it, sweetheart. Can feel how close you are. You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come on my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”
She gasped, nodding wildly. “Mhm.”
“And you’re my good girl, right?” I asked, stuffing her full of me. “Tell me, baby, are you my good girl?”
“I’m…” A pant left her lips, her back arching. “I’m your good girl. Just yours. Only ever yours.”
“Mm, that’s right, sweetheart.” And then I remembered what she had told me the other night. “He thinks he was your first, right?”
Eyes all hazy and a lazy smile on her face, Juliette nodded eagerly.
“He thinks he took that, huh?” I said, teeth gritted as I shot a look at Gordon, at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.
“But it was me. That part of you belongs to me. I was your first. Remember that, princess? How I took your virginity? How you fucking gave it to me? Begged me to take it, too. Remember that?”
“So… So glad you were my first,” she whispered. “Mm, so glad it was you.”
Those words made me kiss at her hard and fast and deep, all the while I kept pumping into her, stretching her out with every last inch of my cock.
She was so close. I could feel it. She was tightening around me, her little pussy gushing on my cock more and more. She always felt like that when she was close to the edge, and I planned on taking her right there.
I filled her up, the swollen tip of my cock brushing up against that sweet spot deep inside of her.
I repeated the pattern, her back arching and her nipples rubbing up against the material of my shirt.
Her fingers clawed at me wildly, her hands everywhere.
Shirt, hair, skin on the back of my neck. Fuck, she needed it so bad.
“Come on my cock, princess,” I mumbled against her lips. “Come on my cock like a good girl. Do it. Do it for me. Just come. Just fuckin’ come for me. I know you need it. I need it too. Just do it, baby, just come for me. Give it to me. Let me have it. I want it so fucking bad.”
All I had to do was give her one more deep thrust for the show to be over. She squealed and cried out my name, and that alone made me groan. It had been so long since she made those sweet noises for me.
“Bridger, mm, please, please, Bridger, please, feels so…” Her voice trailed off as her orgasm hit her, her legs shaking around me as I kept fucking her, kept pumping into her, kept dragging that orgasm out. “Oh my God, Bridger, Bridger, Bridger.”
“That’s it, sweet girl,” I cupped the side of her face, thumb brushing along her bottom lip as she lost it for me.
It had been so damn long since she had come on my cock, since I felt her clench and gush around me, and it fucking pushed me right over the edge. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I pulled out and pushed into her deep, losing every last bit of control I had.
“Fuck,” I said, teeth gritted, my cock pulsing inside of her as I felt all that cum shoot out of me and right into her. “Fucking take it, baby. Take every last drop for me. Just take it. Take it, take it, take every drop I’ve got for you, sweetheart.”
My cock twitched as I shot out thick loads of cum deep into her pussy.
She kept clenching, like she was trying to pull me in deeper.
It had me grunting as I kept myself there, balls flush against her as I emptied them.
She was draining me, milking every last drop, her pussy stuffed with cock and cum. She was mine. Just mine.
Trembling hands landed on my shoulders, Juliette’s eyes bright and sparkling as she smiled up at me, all slow and lazy and beautiful. That look in her eyes. That shine. That light. It was all for me. I kissed at her, my tongue in her mouth as I grinded into her.
“I love you,” I murmured, pressing my lips to hers. “God, I love you. I love you so much, Juliette.”
She sighed, fingers pressing into my shoulders. “I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”
That made my heart beat so fast, so wild—and then I heard a whine to my side and my eyes rolled, because of course that fucker had to ruin the moment. Gordon was sitting there with tear-stained cheeks as pathetic sob after sob shook through his body.
“I can’t believe you were stuck with this fuckin’ loser, princess,” I mumbled.
Humming, I pushed back so that I was on my knees, my fingers gripping the base of my cock. She looked so good like that, all stuffed with me.
Slowly, I pulled out of her, inching out until she was no longer full and just let my still swollen tip rest against that freshly fucked pussy.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. And there it was, sliding back out of her: those thick, heavy drops of cum.
I hissed. Took a mental photograph. Slowly pushed that cum back into her so that we wouldn’t waste a drop.
“So much,” Juliette said, laughing softly, the sound all lazy and breathy.
I chuckled lowly and kissed her lips before really pulling out this time. Standing up, I yanked my jeans back on, the belt loose and hanging before crossing over to the bed. To Gordon.
I undid the ties with a careless hand, ignoring his cries for help as I dragged him across the carpet by his thin hair.
I hauled him over to Juliette, forcing him to stay there on his knees a few feet away from her.
I made him look. At her. And the cum that glistened at her entrance.
I wanted him to get a close up of my handiwork.
Fingers gripping his hair tight, I made sure to hold him there.
“This is how you get the fucking job done,” I said into his ear, voice harsh and low. “This is how you get your wife pregnant. You should fucking thank me for doing what you couldn’t get done in the first place. What you couldn’t do in five years, I just did in one go. I promise you that.”
Gordon huffed and puffed, struggling to get out of the grasp I had on him.
I was too strong and fast for him even when his knee wasn’t bashed in.
He should have known that. I gave him a shove to the floor as he whimpered, my foot on the back of his head, keeping him against the white floor, excited about the fact that it was gonna turn all red real soon.
“You’re so bad,” Juliette whispered from the floor, slowly pulling up her panties.
Laughing, I grabbed those ties again, securing Gordon’s hands behind his back. His limp body was too weak to run away, but I just liked to see him suffer.
“But?” I said.
“It just makes me love you more,” she said.
I smiled down at Juliette, pulling her up and to her feet, my arms circling right around her as I held her tight. Her body was all warm and soft as I squeezed at her, as I looked over her shoulder to see Gordon still struggling on the floor. Good. It was a view I’d remember forever.
“I’m gonna have to kill him now,” I said into Juliette’s neck, my lips brushing along her soft skin. “I don’t want you to see this. Why don’t you go downstairs and watch a movie or something?”
“Thank you for doing this,” Juliette said into my chest. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Gordon begged from the floor. “I… Please… I’ll give you money! Do you want money?”
“No,” I said.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you!” he cried out. “Juliette, I’ll give you a divorce. Do you want a divorce? I promise I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear. Just let me go. Please.”
“What do you say, honey?” I looked down at Juliette, taking in the amused look on her face as she stared up at me. “Should we let him go?”
“You know what?” She hummed. “I think I’ll let you decide.”
“Juliette!” he pleaded. “Don’t do this! Don’t let him do this! You can leave! I’ll give you a divorce, I’ll—”
“I’m gonna go watch that movie,” she said. “I trust you’ll take your time to make the right decision.”
I smiled. “Baby, I already made that decision the first night I broke into your house.”