Chapter 15 #2
“I need to strip. Isn’t that why you have a pole here?” She leans into me. “So you can watch women strip for you and shake their asses? She purses her lips. “I wanted to do that for you, so I can take you home with me.”
I don’t answer her accusation; there’s no need to discuss what I did or did not do before this marriage. Besides, she is out of her mind if she thinks I’m going to let her strip in here where anyone can see her.
“You're not doing that.” I shake my head. “You’re too drunk.”
“I don’t want any other woman to do that for you.” She grabs my shirt and pulls herself onto me. “I’m your wife. You're mine and mine alone.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Is that so?” A slow, aching warmth blooms through me, so consuming it almost feels like fire.
“Yes! I wanted to carve out the eyes of that redhead and blonde earlier.”
“Aren’t you exaggerating?”
“No, you're MINE. I don’t share.” She lets go of my shirt and starts moving her hips as much as she can. “I want to dance with you.”
“I don’t dance. You know that.” On our wedding day, I did one dance, an obligatory one, and that was it.
“Do it for me.”
I shake my head. “I think it’s time for me to take you home.”
“No! I don’t want to go home.” She fights against my grip.
“We are going home.”
“No!” She pulls herself from me, and I close my eyes. Inhale, exhale. Calm down, I say to myself, but when I open my eyes and see her back at the pole, moving her ass, I snap, “Fuck!”
I move one step and then a second, bending down. I wrap my hand under her knees, throw her over my shoulder, and make my way out of the club.
She gasps and hits me. “Put me down.” I ignore her and cover her ass with my hand. “Put me down.”
Without warning, I slap her ass, and she cries out. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want me to paint your perfect ass red.”
She hits me and groans.
“What did I say?” I slap her one more time.
“Fine, just stop.”
“Good girl.” I smirk and place my hand on her ass, covering it from the lingering eyes of the men inside the club until I reach my car.
I ignore my dick, the primal lust that wants to bend her over and keep spanking her.
But what I can’t ignore is the smell of her pussy, nor the wetness between her legs where my hand covers her.
I sneak a finger between the holes of her fishnets and push it inside her until it’s covered with her juices. I leave it there until I reach my car.
I ignore her moan when I pull the finger out of her and lick it, enjoying the taste of her pussy. I swear every part of her tastes like fucking cherries.
I open the car door and lower her onto the seat before I secure a seatbelt on her. She grabs my shirt. “You're an asshole.”
I chuckle. “Maybe. But you're enjoying every second of it.”
She leans back in her seat and closes her eyes. Now that she isn’t in constant motion, the alcohol is taking over. I quickly get into my seat and drive us home.
“I don’t want to go to sleep,” she argues with me as I lower her onto the bed. “I want you to finish what you started. I want you to fuck me.”
“You're too drunk; you’ll pass out before I even start with you.”
She grabs my shirt and fiddles with the buttons. “You can fuck me while I’m out if you want. Just fuck me because, if you don’t, I will find someone who will.”
I grab her hands and pin them beside her head. “Intoxicated or not, you’d better watch what you're saying.”
“Then fuck me.” She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me into her. I let out a groan when my cock touches her flesh.
Fuck it.
I move, ignoring my common sense. I pull her camisole over her head, exposing her hard rosebuds. I run my hand down her body, and her back arches. I let my hands travel down, and I hook my fingers into tights and with her panties, push them down her legs.
“You want me to fuck you? I will. This will be quick and hard.”
And hopefully, she won’t remember it. Won't remember how I crave to touch her.
I open my pants and push them down with my underwear, then I sink deep and hard into her.
She cries out and grips the sheets, and I groan and enjoy the feeling of her tight, hot pussy.
I pull all the way out and once more push inside her, deeper this time.
My head falls backwards, enjoying the squeeze of her muscles.
I move like a maniac, hooking her legs over my shoulder, fucking her.
Her moans match my groans as they echo in the room.
“Is this what you want?” I push deeper inside her. “Being fucked while not having any sense of being.” She closes her eyes, her head pushing back. “You wanted to push my buttons.” I pull out and flip her onto her belly. I grip her hips, my eyes falling on my red handprint from earlier.
Nice work, Gabriel.
I smirk before I lower myself and lick her ass cheeks, then sink my teeth into one of them. Screams echo in the room, and I smirk as I pull her hips into the air and push back inside her.
Heaven.
I fuck her hard, trying to find the self-control I lost. Control I lost because of her.
I feel the tension of her muscles and the wetness as she comes on my cock.
The heat consumes me, and I chase my release with reckless hunger.
I shudder violently, surrendering to the heat between us, letting her consume me as I spill into her warm cunt.
“Fuck!” I breathe out. “Fuck!”
I stay inside her for what feels like hours. When I pull out of her, she slumps on the bed, and my brows furrow when I realize she's snoring.
I let out a chuckle.
This woman is going to be the death of me.