Chapter 21
My Wife Is Going To Ruin Me
? Necklace - Gabriella Rose
Griffin
She pulls me closer, lowering her face to my neck, peppering me with soft kisses and teasing licks. I let her take control, holding me at her mercy.
Fuck.
This feels too good. It would be wrong to give into this when, not five minutes ago, she was worrying about Tyler and the baby.
Is this even about me? Or is this just rebound sex?
I groan as she lowers her hand between us, squeezing my rapidly hardening dick.
“Angel, wait.”
She pulls away, not meeting my gaze. I can’t allow that.
I cradle her face in my palm, forcing her to look at me.
“Hey. Don’t do that.” My gaze softens, and I gentle my tone.
“I want you. So fucking badly. This thing between us… it wasn’t an accident.
It wasn’t a mistake. It was fate. But I need to know that this is real.
You have to choose this because you want me.
Want us. You need to be one hundred percent certain ‘cause once we start, I won’t stop. ”
Her response is immediate and resolute. “I want you.”
Whatever doubts I had evaporate with those three words falling from her lips. I take her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her hand creeps down my chest, palming me through my jeans. I rock into her and let her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
Angie’s phone rings, interrupting our moment, but I have no intention of letting it derail me this time.
“Who is it?” I ask gruffly.
Her eyes roll as she stares at the screen. “Tyler.”
Irritation wells up inside of me. “Answer it.”
I bring my hands to the waistband of her leggings, tugging them off in one fluid motion.
She’s not wearing any goddamn panties.
I groan, spreading her legs and lowering myself between them. “Answer it, Angel. Put it on speaker.”
She glides her thumb over the screen, gasping at the first swipe of my tongue along her soaked pussy. “H-hello?”
“It’s me. Are you busy?” Tyler’s grating voice comes across the line, but I don’t let it get to me.
I have far more important things to worry about, like making my wife scream my name.
I look up at her and nod once, silently urging her to keep the conversation going. While she’s distracted, I release my weeping cock, desperate for relief. I kick off my jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my shirt. Angie’s not the only one averse to wearing underwear.
“No,” she says. “What do you want?”
I dive back in, my forehead resting against her soft belly as I spread her open with my fingers. My tongue runs up the length of her, from her opening all the way to her clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud.
“I want the ring back,” Tyler says.
Her voice pitches higher. “What?”
Hot breath fans across her glistening pussy as I take in the shocked expression on her face. My gaze turns downright murderous, spurring me on. I redouble my efforts, driving her higher and higher, eager to feel her fall apart beneath me.
“I want the ring back,” he repeats. “It was expensive.”
Angie’s eyes drift shut, her thick lashes fanning out across her round cheeks. She squirms beneath me, heels digging into my back. “I don’t have it.”
She has no idea that Tyler’s ring is still tucked away in the glove box of my truck, exactly where I left it months ago.
I grin against her center and slide two fingers inside her tight heat. She moans at the sudden intrusion, setting free a high-pitched, “Oh fuck.”
My hand trails up her torso, and I slide two fingers into her hot mouth. She sucks, and my dick twitches against the cushion. I’m hard as steel, and if I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself.
“Angie? You still there?”
“Mhm,” she answers around the digits.
“Where is it?”
The hand that was in her mouth drifts lower, cupping her right breast, pinching and toying with her nipple. At the same time, I suck her clit into my mouth and crook my fingers inside of her, fervently stroking against her inner walls.
“I—I’m not sure,” she replies breathily.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks.
My tongue makes sensual patterns along her swollen, sensitive lips as she soaks my beard. The sounds her pussy is making are downright filthy with how goddamn wet she is.
Her chest heaves with each uneven breath as she clenches around my fingers. She’s close. I can feel it.
“Griff,” she whispers.
“Mm. Don’t be shy, baby girl. Let him hear how good it feels. Scream your husband’s name.”
I keep the same rhythm, sliding a third finger inside her while simultaneously adding more pressure to her clit. After a few more deliberate strokes, the phone falls to the floor, and she unravels.
Toes curling. Muscles convulsing. Pussy pulsating.
My name comes out on a cry, and pride blooms in my chest.
“That’s my fucking wife.” I stroke her through it, prolonging the pleasure rippling through her body, goose bumps dotting her sweat-soaked skin.
When she comes down from the high, I pick her phone up off the floor, where Tyler’s somewhat muffled voice is still echoing from the speaker. With one hand, I slide my cock through her wet heat while I hold the phone up between us.
“Tyler,” I grumble. “You’re interrupting something very important. What do you want?”
“What the fuck, dude. I want my ring back.”
“Your ring?” I chuckle darkly. “It’s probably still somewhere on the Vegas Strip. I fucked it right off her finger while she was bent over the balcony railing of your honeymoon suite. Right before I slipped mine in its place.”
It’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He lets out a string of expletives.
“If we’re done here, I have a needy little slut waiting for my cock, and I never disappoint.”
Angie’s face flushes an adorable shade of pink as she bites down on her bottom lip. I end the call and toss her phone onto the cushion before I drive forward, filling her to the hilt. She gasps my name, eyes closed and head thrown back against the sofa.
I take both of her hands in mine and pin them above her head.
“Fuck. I’m not gonna last long.”
I pull back and thrust forward again, setting a slow, deliberate pace to prolong the experience. Each thrust fills her completely. My lips touch her collarbone, charting a path along her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She sighs.
“Did you like that?” I murmur. “Did you like letting your ex hear you come apart with your husband’s name on your lips?”
“God, I can’t stand you,” she says.
I chuckle against her bare skin, letting the scent of her wash over me. “You can say you hate me all you want while I fuck you senseless, but this pussy doesn’t lie.”
My hand wraps around her upper thigh, changing the angle slightly as I speed up my pace. The lewd sounds of our bodies colliding fill the silence of the dimly lit space. Nothing has ever felt so goddamn good.
“Tell me, Angel. Did you ever think about me when he was fucking you?”
My name comes out on a breathy sigh. “Griff. I’m so close.”
“Mm. I bet you did. I bet you wished it was my cock inside this perfect cunt, didn’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, but the way she clenches around me tells me everything I need to know. “Beg for it. Tell me you want me to fill you with my cum.”
“P-please,” she whines, gripping my forearms. “Please come inside me.”
I groan. “Give me your eyes, baby girl. I need your eyes.”
Her dark chocolate irises bore into me as I fuck her harder, faster, deeper than ever before. I circle her clit with my fingers, and that’s all it takes for her to fall apart around me. Her release triggers mine, and I give her everything I have.
After a few more shallow thrusts, I collapse beside her, sweat-soaked and sated, draping her body over mine. “Fuck, Angel. You fucking ruined me.”
I glance down at the goddess on my chest, sweeping away a lock of hair stuck to her forehead.
She smiles lazily then presses a chaste kiss to my chest. “I need to start putting my phone on silent.”
Angelina
I rest my chin on my hand and glance up at Griffin. “Where is my ring?”
His face pulls into a frown. “How would I know?”
“A lot of my memories from that night are hazy, but I wasn’t so wasted that I don’t remember you sucking that ring off my finger.”
He props his arm behind his head, a subtle smirk forming on his lips. If I weren’t already pregnant, this view might do it.
“Does it matter?” he asks.
“Ha! So, you do know where it is.” I shake my head and stare up at the ceiling. “I don’t want it if that’s what you’re asking.”
“What would you do with it if I had it?”
“Drive out to the Willow Valley cliffside and throw it into the lake.”
“Really?”
My thoughts trail back to the day Tyler slid it onto my finger.
In that moment, I had never felt more loved, but when I look back now, I see it differently.
It never made sense to me that Griffin was there.
I’ve had so much time to reflect on that day, and I’ve come to realize Tyler’s ego was always more important than anything else.
He was putting on a show, not for me, but for Griffin.
I just can’t fathom why it would matter to either of them.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I want closure. That ring is one of the last things tying us together.” My heart gives a painful squeeze, and I press my palm to my lower belly. “Almost.”
As if on cue, my stomach gives a loud growl.
“Hungry?” Griffin asks amusedly.
I sigh. “Starving, but the last thing I want is toast or broth or whatever other bland shit I’ve been eating for the last three days.” I pause to do some mental calculations.
The doctor said I could try new things when I reduce the vomiting to less than three times a day.
As if he’s read my thoughts, he says, “You’ve only been sick twice today. I think we can try something else. What does my wife want for dinner?”
I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the way he so casually calls me his wife. “I’ve been craving a sourdough BLT with avocado, but…”
“But?”