She stayed quiet, and Travis walked back in, giving her an out to keep from acknowledging the truth of what I said. And I let her. For now.
She was mine.If she was going to refuse to acknowledge that, then I’ll makethemunderstand it.
She thought she was safe. She thought I had forgotten. She thought I had moved on.
She was wrong.
I stood in the darkness outside her sliding door, the open curtains mocking me, daring me to watch her be a whore. Iwatched her drop to her knees, and suck them off. I watched her do things to them she never did for me.
And those two big bastards thought they were good enough to touch her, to take from her.
To fuck her dirty little cunt like it was theirs.
It wasn’t!
It was mine.
It had always been mine.
It would always be mine. And if I wasn’t the one having it, no one would.
She used to beg me to wreck her, like she did for them now, but in the end, I’d wreck her for good. I forced myself to stay and watch her entire show, moving to the window outside her bedroom and staring through the slats in her broken blinds as she fucked herself on a toy. Then she let the big one, the construction boss, fuck her harder than she ever let me.
All the while, her annoying ass kids slept upstairs.
What a shit excuse for a mom.
And luckily, I had all the proof I needed to prove it on my camera roll now.
But I wanted more. For my own enjoyment.
So, I sat and waited, watching her leave the house Saturday night for her shift at the rink, dropping her brats off at her mom’s like the irresponsible parent she was. Then I let myself into her space.
The key slid in the lock like butter, like it wanted me to get inside the whole time. Like I belonged there.
Which I did.
Though if she had been a decent wife, she never would have ended up back in her shitty little hometown in her junky little rental.
I slowly walked around, looking at everything, and made my way to her bedroom. It still reeked of sex, both men stayed andfucked her on and off all night before they snuck out before the rascals woke up and caught them spit roasting dear old mommy.
Disgusting.
I shoved her pillow off the bed onto the floor and opened the drawer at the top of her closet, where she pulled that disgusting toy from that she used to defile herself for their pleasure.
My blood boiled with disgust, and my hands shook as I palmed the huge thing, testing the weight of it.
Whore.
I hated her. But it didn’t stop my cock from throbbing, remembering the way she sounded when she came on the tip of it last night for them while they watched. I stood there too long, caught between that hate and temptation before giving in to what I needed.
I pulled my dick out and stroked myself as I stared at the ribbed toy, imagining it sinking deep into her pussy and her ass. Instead of remembering the sights from last night, I made up new ones in my head, where she bent over in the center of our bed and let me shove the toy into her body deep and roughly.
She wasn’t moaning in pleasure as I did it though; she was crying.
And her tears made my dick weep.
I imagined her screams as I fucked her with it before slamming straight into her ass with that toy buried in her pussy, and then I came. My orgasm spilled all over the silicone toy, dripping down the ridges of it like an oath to her.
