Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
TONY
I’m about to break and call her again when my phone rings. I see her name take a calming breath before answering. “Hey, honey. I’m almost home. I just turned my phone back on.” What the fuck?
“Why was it off in the first place?” I seethe.
Was she seeing someone else? I know I had to go back to work and things went to shit, but I doted on her, and we fucked almost every night.
Well, not this week. I’ve been working late every night.
It’s been a long, lonely week, but we were both virgins when we met so I can’t see why she’d seek someone else so soon.
Fuck, ever. I’ll kill a bastard that dares to put a hand on my wife.
“I went to the movies with your sister,” she remarks as if my whole world hasn’t been upended.
“No cares, it seems,” I scoff, hating how absurd I sound to myself.
“I’m sorry? I thought you had to work late again.” The venom in her voice hasn’t gone unnoticed, and I feel like a prick. She’s right. I’ve left her completely alone every single day and then expect her to just be there when I show up early.
“I’m sorry my hours have been too long,” I sigh. I really am.
“Too long my ass,” she hisses with sarcasm and rage. Does she believe I’m having an affair? “Listen, Tony. I’m driving. I’ll be home soon.” She ends the call.
I stand there as anger forms in me. I want to spank her ass for talking while driving but mostly for thinking I’m having an affair. That’s why she wants to leave me? Where the hell would she get that idea?
I wait in the living room in my chair with a new drink in my hand, counting down the seconds until she returns. I can’t let her leave me. I’m going to have to do whatever I have to do to keep her. Even if it’s reminding her how much she loves crying out my name as she comes.
The clock on the wall pisses me off as the silence amplifies the “tick-tock.”
About a hundred ticks later the jingle of her keys gives me some relief and then the panic sets in.
I brace myself for the words coming out of her mouth, but she comes in and doesn’t call out for me.
I’m getting more and more pissed by the second.
Finally, she makes it into the living room and stops to stare at me.
“So what movie did you two see?”
She stammers for a bit since the side table light is the only illumination in the room. “Emma.”
I rub the stubble on my chin, tilting my head as I stare at the only woman to ever captivate me. “Are you sure?”
She slams her hands on her sexy hips and yells. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”
“I’m just wondering why you did all you could not to call or message me before you went out in the first place.”
“You work all damn hours. I don’t want to interrupt your busy schedule.” There’s a sense of hatred, disgust in her tone that sets me off. I’ve told her every single day that she’s to call me whenever she wants without hesitation.
“I always want to hear from you.” I stand, setting my glass down on the side table.
I close the distance between us. Pulling her in closer to me with my hands on her waist. She smells so fucking good, I run my nose over her pulse, breathing in my wife.
“You’re mine, Rosalyn,” I whisper along her skin, sending goose pimples down her arms.
“Are you sure you’re mine?” She challenges me as if she really believes I’m cheating. I look into her eyes to see the truth hidden in those gorgeous honey rich eyes. Lust is taking over the hurt in them, but she still has doubts.
“I’d never cheat on you. You have to know that.
I live for you—only you. I’m about to show you.
” One hand slides up the back of her head, cradling it while my other hand moves down to her ass, pulling her flush against my hard cock.
She moans before I press my lips to hers and still, she stubbornly refuses to kiss me back.
“Open up,” I demand, tugging on her long, chocolate strands with a firmness that she enjoys.
Rosalyn parts her lips and lets me inside, sliding my tongue along hers.
I groan, tensing as my cock stiffens painfully against my zipper.
The strain in my suit pants is more than I can bear, but this isn’t about me.
This is about showing my love that she’s mine and no one else’s.
My hands shake with need and adrenaline.
“You are mine. I’m not letting you go. I’ll do whatever I must.” I grab the hem of her blouse and lift it over her head. Her tits bounce lightly in the thin, smooth dark gray bra that barely covers her nipples. Her tits are more than a handful. Thankfully I have large hands.
I drag one cup down and glide my tongue over her nipple, getting the dark pink flesh nice and stiff for me. Sucking it hard, I bite and cause her to grip my hair and bring me closer. I love how hungry she gets for me. I can smell the heat rising up between her legs, calling me like always.
Rosalyn reaches around and undoes the clasp. I pull back just enough to let it fall to the floor, but I can’t keep my hands off of her. They skim all over her torso, touching her as if marking her as mine.
I drop to my knees and pull down her yoga pants, taking her panties with them.
I want her pussy on my tongue before I lose my fucking mind.
I want Rosalyn to come apart for me, knowing I’m the only one who can do this to her.
“Are you going to coat my tongue?” I grunt out, running my nose over her mound.
“Yes, Tony,” she cries out, thrusting her fingers into my hair, desperately looking for more. I nudge her thighs apart and slap her clit. She’s got a lot to answer for, but the only thing I need now is her cum on my tongue. “Tony, oh my God. Tony.”
With my face buried between her thighs, I growl out, “Good girl,” and pump two fingers into her soaking wet heat that I made that way.
Slipping my tongue through her slit, I lick her cunt like a kid with an ice cream cone in the middle of summer.
I better lick it up before any of her juices escape.
I’m so damn thirsty for her orgasm that I finger fuck her faster and then suck on her tender clit.
I glance up at her as I wring out her orgasm.
I love watching the way she comes just for me.
I love her so damn much.
Slowly I kiss my way up her body, nipping her belly gently. I need to put a baby in here, so I truly let every bastard know she’s mine. I’ve been praying that I did the job, but I haven’t been lucky enough yet. “I love the way you come for me, Rosalyn.”
I stand straight, creating just enough distance between us so I can take off my shirt.
Her eyes widen with admiration, and I never get sick of that look.
The feel of her fingers over my chest temporarily eases the raging panic in me.
Taking a deep breath, I absorb her touch, amplifying my hunger for her.
I can’t lose her. Scooping her up, I carry her to our bedroom. “Tony, you don’t have to carry me.”
“I want to carry my wife.” There’s gritty anger to my words, and she heard it. She tilts her head a little, but she doesn’t bring up the divorce. As far as I’m concerned, that’s not going to happen and strengthens my need to claim my wife.
As soon as the door closes, I drop her onto the bed and strip off the rest of my clothes.
Naked, I stalk toward the bed and grab her legs, parting them wide, dragging them off the bed and around my waist. With my cock at her entrance, I plunge deep inside.
Leaning over with my palms on the bed, I stare into my wife’s honey-colored eyes that drive me wild.
“You’re mine, Rosalyn Walker. Do you need a reminder, wife? I believe you do.”
I own her body, fucking her hard. Bending down, I suck her dusky nipple into my mouth, enjoying the sounds of her moans as I relish the feel of Rosalyn under me.
Our sweat building with the contact, hearts racing as I possess her body.
It doesn’t take long for her to fall apart, coming on my length, and I follow her over.