30|Animals
Her eyes instantly snapped open and she sat up with a glare. "What the hell, Nate?"
Feisty.
I chuckled as I stood up, pulling off my shirt.
"I told you that you would have to wait," I reminded her, pulling off my belt and pants.
She narrowed her eyes at me as I pulled down my briefs and fist my cock.
"I can't stand you," she hissed and I smiled.
"Oh, really?" I asked as she eyed my cock like she was already imaging it inside her. "You won't be able to stand either after I'm done with you."
That angry expression on her face quickly turned into a shocked one as she gulped from my warning.
I squeezed my cock and began stroking it a little, although the sight of her curvy body and all that moaning had already made me more than erect.
I was only wasting this time to torture her because I could tell she was running out of patience.
Am I a bad husband for wanting to tease my wife a little bit?
Nah.
Her lips parts as she continued eye my cock.
I stepped closer and she gulped again.
Soon enough she couldn't resist me and she got on her knees, crawling closer to me.
I held in my smile as her hands reached up to me, barely being able to wrap around me.
As she began to stroke, I let go, giving her complete access to my cock to do whatever the fuck she wanted.
I threw back my head when she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around my tip.
She then slowly took more and more of me until I hit the back of her throat.
She didn't even reach my base as yet.
I could only grunt in response as she did it a few time before my knees began to feel weak.
She suddenly pulled away and I looked at her.
She smiled.
"You'll have to wait for that part," she said in a deep voice, a horrible attempt to mock me.
I rolled my eyes before placing my last loving, gentle kiss before flipping her around like she were a pancake I couldn't wait to eat.
She gasped loudly as she got on her knees.
"Fuck," I cursed as pre-cum leaked out of me, her full, round ass on perfect display to me.
I leaned forward, gripping her waist and pulling her closer to me.
My cock was pressed hard against her and I could hear her soft moans as she closed her eyes and bit her lips, probably remembering all the things this cock did to her.
My right hand harshly landed on her ass, coming off as a slap.
She jolted, moaning as her head dropped forward, her lips moving with words I couldn't quite catch.
I ran my hand over her ass, gripping it, slapping it, doing whatever I pleased before my hands wrapped around her neck, forcing her to meet my eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you like it's the last day on Earth," I whispered to her as more of a warning than a tease.
Her lips parted as she let out a breathy gasp, her shoulders rising with anticipation.
Still on her knees, her back arched slightly, instinctively presenting herself.
I watched the way her thighs pressed together, how her slickness glistened between them.
"Then ruin me."
I smiled as I spread her legs and aligned myself with her entrance, her wetness coating my dick better than lube ever could.
She didn't smile back.
Her mouth hung open, breaths shallow, eyes heavy and dazed with need as she looked back at me like she was already being fucked just from the anticipation.
Her body trembled, desperate and ready, a silent plea in every inch of her.
I slowly slid my tip between her folds, dragging it through her slick until it caught at her entrance.
She twitched beneath me, her hips instinctively pushing back, greedy for more.
A soft, broken sound slipped from her lips.
It sounded somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
"Please, Nate," she whispered, barely able to speak. "No more teasing."
Her walls clenched around nothing, already trying to pull me in.
I knew it was time to get serious when she whispered 'please'.
I didn't even know that word was in her vocabulary.
Without another word, I sank deeper inside her, and the both of us let out a moan.
After one year, three months, and fourteen days, I was in my wife again.
She probably didn't keep tract.
But I did.
I slowly pulled out, not giving her my full length just yet.
I wanted her to readjust to me, assuming her body had forgotten about my entire existence.
I pushed myself deeper into her and her walls clenched around my cock so tightly.
My grip on her hips tightened as I steadied her and began to make slow movements, feeling every inch of her.
Her sexy moans echoed through the room upon each thrust that made me never want to stop hearing them.
Then I noticed a brief wince flash across her face.
I loosened my grip around her waist, realizing I was probably squeezing too tight, but her hands quickly placed them back as she silently told me to stay.
"Harder, Nate," she winced. "Fuck me like you mean it."
That was all I needed.
I slammed into her, each thrust rougher, deeper, more desperate than the last.
Her cries filled the room, matching the rhythm of my hips as I fucked her like an animal.
Because that's exactly what we were.
Two animals in their natural habitat.
Always clawing at each other.
Always hungry and relentless.
Neither ever willing to back down.
But when it came to being in our primitive state, all the fighting turned into frantic, desperate need.
We fucked like wild beasts.
Hands gripping tight, bodies slamming against each other hard...getting lost in our own chaotic world where nothing else existed but our raw rhythm.
I quickly broke eye contact and gave her the win, knowing that I would cum immediately if we continued looking in those damn eyes of hers.
I turned my attention to the fucking blank wall as she lowered herself and arched her back in front of me.
Her ass was recoiling with every thrust.
Dammit, Naomi.
Why do you have to be so sexy?
When I finally reached my base, she gripped the sheets tightly as she moaned into the sheets below her.
I gripped her hair, pulling her head up.
"I want to hear every fucking moan that leaves your mouth, Shark," I said, slamming my cock harder into her.
She gripped the sheets tighter as a loud cry tore from her throat.
I leaned closer to her.
"Can you hear me, Shark?" I asked going harder. "You're gonna scream for me."
She didn't answer, but the way how her grip tightened on the sheets and the way how her moans became more desperate told me everything I needed to know.
"That's right," I groaned a sI thrusted into my wife, remembering everything.
I remembered why we used to have sex so much.
I remembered how perfectly I could slide into her.
We are perfect for each other.
Between the nostalgic thoughts and the sound of her ass slapping against me mixed with her tortuous moans, I was ready to explode.
I quickly sped up my pace and brought my free hand to her clit, where I began rubbing circles.
We both moaned uncontrollably as the built up pressure in us began to get harder and harder to maintain.
Her legs began to shake as her walls clenched around me relentlessly.
She let out a final moan that sent waves through my body as I felt her warm cum surrounding my cock.
That pushed me over the edge and the thought of cumming inside her cross my mind.
The feeling last time was electrifying, but I knew that would've been the last thing she wanted..
But the way how my cum spilled out of her and she laid beneath me breathless...
Fuck.
I quickly pulled out of her, cumming to the side before collapsing beside her.
"Good job, baby," was all I could manage to say as I pulled her into my chest and kissed her forehead.
She wrapped her arm around me, catching her breath. "Well, that was worth waiting for."
I couldn't help, but laugh before smothering her with kisses.
...
I blinked as I blankly stared at the ceiling.
Naomi was fast asleep in my arms.
She passed out about two hours ago, but I couldn't sleep.
My mind kept racing to things I probably shouldn't still be invested in, but I am.
Carefully, I slid my arm out from under her and eased out of bed, trying not to wake her.
She stirred once, but didn't open her eyes.
I reached for my glasses on the nightstand and slipped them on, grabbing my phone and laptop from the floor.
I quietly made my way to my office and glanced at the list of files I was supposed to be working on.
But that's not what I opened.
I clicked into a folder I shouldn't have.
It wasn't official.
It wasn't even real.
Just something I've been piecing together late at night, when I couldn't sleep and the past felt louder than the present.
His name. Places I've seen him before. Notes from memory. Maps.
A timeline I kept trying to make sense.
There was never an investigation into my mother's death.
Everyone just brushed it over.
Including my father.
Her own damn husband.
It was as if she never existed to him.
I picked up my phone and dialed my PI buddy.
He immediately picked up.
"Hey Hank," I said quietly, even though Naomi could sleep through a storm without waking up. "Did you find the info I needed?"
He sighed and I already knew that I was about to hear bad news.
"I tried buddy," he said. "Her file is sealed tight. Tighter than anything I've seen in years."
I sank back in my chair. "So there is a file."
"There's something, yeah," he agreed. "But it's classified under internal review code."
"Not homicide. Not accidental either. Just...redacted to hell."
"No cause of death listed. Just a death certificate and a date."
This was my father's doing, wasn't it?
"Racheal Quinn?" He called my mother's name. "Never heard about this case before. How'd you find out about it?"
"Let's just say I was close to her in my childhood," I said, not giving away too much.
"Jeez, I hate to tell you this, Nate, but you should just leave this one," he advised. "It's a cold case that you'll never get the answer to."
I clenched my jaw as I played at my wedding ring.
"Maybe," I replied quietly, knowing that I was nowhere close to giving up.