Chapter Eighteen Andres
Holy fuck.
Was Ellie jealous?
They said hope springs eternal.
As I listened to my wife and took in her anger and her beautiful jealousy, a tiny seed of hope took root deep inside my soul.
It was sick.
I was an asshole.
But the idea that she might be even a tiny bit possessive of me had my dick hard and my heart hammering inside my chest.
Maybe my beauty would learn to love her beast.
Maybe even sooner than I hoped.
Let me in, Lupina.
Love me like I love you.
Please.
I wrapped my arms around her tighter, breathing in her fresh scent and trying to control my baser instincts to lay claim to her right there.
I wanted her naked and panting, writhing beneath me. I wanted to fill her with my cock. Stuff her so full she didn’t know where she ended, and I began.
I wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her own name.
I wanted, fuck yes, I wanted.
Later, I told myself. After dinner, and after we put Sammy to bed.
I would do all that and more.
Later.