Chapter Six
Jamie’s words hung in the air like poison. “I am your fucking wife.”
The tender warmth we had shared in the bathroom evaporated instantly. Addison stiffened beside me, her hand tightening on the towel wrapped around her body. For a split second, I saw a flash of uncertainty in her eyes—the raw pain from the previous night threatening to resurface.
But then something shifted.
Addison stepped forward, her posture straightening, shoulders squared. The same fire I had witnessed in the bar the night before ignited once more. She looked Jamie dead in the eyes, her voice steady and cutting.
“Wife?” Addison said, her tone dripping with contempt. “You lost the right to call yourself that the moment you started fucking my husband behind Owen’s back. You don’t get to show up here like you own the place after what you did.”
Jamie’s face twisted with anger. She stood up abruptly. “Oh, please. Don’t act so high and mighty. You’re just a desperate whore who jumped into bed with my husband the second you found out about Zack and me.”
The word hit like a slap. Addison’s eyes flashed with pure rage, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice sharp and unyielding.
“Whore?” Addison laughed coldly. “That’s rich coming from the woman who was spreading her legs for another woman’s husband for months. At least I’m not pretending to be faithful while sneaking around like a coward. You’re the one who destroyed two marriages. Not me.”
I stepped up beside her, my hand resting supportively on her lower back, my voice low and dangerous. “You heard her, Jamie. Leave. We’ll discuss whatever legal nonsense you want through lawyers. But not here. Not now. Get the fuck out of my suite.”
Jamie’s face burned with humiliation and fury. She grabbed her purse, shooting one last venomous look at both of us. “This isn’t over, Owen. And you—” she spat at Addison, “enjoy being his rebound slut.”
Addison didn’t even blink. “At least I’m wanted. Goodbye, Jamie.”
Jamie stormed toward the door, slamming it behind her with enough force to rattle the frame. The silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable.
Addison exhaled slowly, turning toward me. The fire in her eyes softened as she looked at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
I pulled her into my arms immediately, kissing her forehead. “Don’t apologize. You were incredible. Again.” I tilted her chin up, meeting her gaze. “You’re strong, Addison. And incredibly sexy when you take charge like that.”
She let out a soft laugh, the tension melting from her body as she leaned into me. “I guess I still had some anger left.”
The sound of her laugh, combined with the fire still burning in her eyes, ignited something primal in me.
I pulled her closer, kissing her hard and deep.
The kiss quickly turned hungry, desperate.
Addison moaned into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest as the towel around her body slipped to the floor.
“Fuck it,” I growled against her lips. “I need you again. Right now.”
We didn’t make it to the bed. I backed her toward the plush carpet in the living area, lowering her down onto it. Addison pulled me on top of her, her legs wrapping around my waist as we kissed frantically. I was already hard again, my cock pressing against her wet heat.
I thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke. We both groaned loudly at the sensation. I fucked her with powerful, steady strokes on the floor, the carpet soft beneath us. Addison’s nails raked down my back, her moans filling the suite.
“Harder, Owen,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet every thrust. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I obliged, slamming into her deeper. “You feel so fucking good,” I rasped. “So tight and wet after everything.”
Addison’s eyes blazed with a mix of lust and lingering anger. “That stupid bitch thought she could take what wasn’t hers,” she moaned, her voice breaking as I hit a particularly deep spot. “Jamie’s probably crying right now, knowing you’re balls-deep in me instead of her.”
Her dirty words spurred me on. I gripped her hips harder, pounding into her with more force. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room. “Tell me more,” I groaned, leaning down to bite her neck.
“She thought she was so special,” Addison continued, her voice husky and breathless between moans.
“But look at her now. Her husband is fucking me raw on the floor while she’s probably alone and pathetic.
” She clenched around me tightly, her moans growing louder.
“Fuck me harder, Owen. Show me how much better I am than her.”
I flipped her onto her hands and knees, re-entering her from behind with a powerful thrust. I spanked her ass sharply as I fucked her, pulling her hair just enough to arch her back. Addison cried out in pleasure, pushing back against me eagerly.
“Yes! Just like that,” she moaned. “Jamie could never take you like this. She doesn’t deserve you. This pussy is yours now.”
Her filthy words sent a powerful surge of lust through me. I spanked her ass again, harder this time, the sharp sound mixing with her loud, needy moan. I gripped her hips tightly and fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, my cock slamming into her wet heat over and over.
“Fuck, Addison,” I groaned, my voice rough. “You’re so much tighter than she ever was. So fucking greedy for my cock.” I reached around and rubbed her clit in firm, fast circles, feeling her tremble beneath me.
Addison pushed back against me desperately, her moans turning into broken cries. “Yes—harder! Make me forget he ever touched me. Fill me up. I want to feel you for days.”
I kept pounding into her, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing through the suite. Her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around me, her juices coating my cock and dripping down her thighs. I could feel her getting close again—her walls fluttering wildly as she neared another orgasm.
Suddenly, Addison pulled forward, causing me to slip out of her. Before I could protest, she pushed me onto my back on the carpet and straddled me. She gripped my throbbing cock and sank down onto it in one smooth, deep motion, taking every inch.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned loudly, her head falling back as she bottomed out. “You’re so deep like this.”
She began riding me with wild abandon, rolling her hips and bouncing on my cock. Her breasts bounced beautifully with every movement, and I reached up to squeeze them, pinching her nipples. Addison’s moans grew louder, more desperate.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, thrusting up to meet her. “Ride me. Use my cock. Show me how much better you are.”
Addison leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest as she fucked me harder, grinding her clit against me with every downstroke.
Her pussy was soaking wet, the obscene sounds of her riding me filling the room.
“Jamie never made you feel like this, did she?” she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure. “She could never fuck you like I can.”
I gripped her hips, helping her move faster. “Never,” I rasped, watching her with raw hunger. “She never rode me like this. Never got this fucking wet.”
Addison’s movements became frantic. Her moans turned into sharp cries as she chased her release.
Suddenly, her entire body tensed. With a loud, shuddering scream, she came hard—her pussy gushing around my cock as she squirted, soaking my abs and the carpet beneath us.
The intense, wet heat and the sight of her losing control pushed me over the edge immediately.
“Fuck—Addison!” I groaned, thrusting up hard as I erupted deep inside her, filling her with thick, powerful pulses. She kept riding me through both our orgasms, milking every last drop until we were both spent and trembling.
She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, her body slick with sweat and her release. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we came down together.
“Jamie never did that,” I murmured against her hair, still catching my breath. “Not once.”
Addison smiled against my chest, pressing a soft kiss there. “Good.”