“Yes,” I said, my mouth watering at the sight.
“But since we’d been drinking Death in the Afternoons all day, the whole thing felt fated, so we spent an exorbitant amount of money on it?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he traced the slit of my wet pussy with his tip.
I was so hungry for him, I leaned back on my hands, opening my legs even wider. He must have liked what he saw.
“Fuck, Em,” he said, gripping his cock as he panted.
“Fuck me,” I agreed, tilting my hips to guide him.
“Yes,” he said, and with a smooth, fast thrust, he was inside.
I gasped as he filled me up, so big and so deep. Gripping the edge of the desk, I bit my lip as he began fucking me, whispering low in my ear as he picked up his pace.
“You think the shit in my apartment is important to me because I’m still into her?” he asked, punctuating his words with slow, hard thrusts.
“Yes,” I moaned, throwing my head back, his mouth coming down to suck my throat. I felt near to tears again, overwhelmed with emotion and all the sensations that went along with having hot, angry sex with my husband.
“Then what do you think it means that I’m fucking my wife on a desk that I bought with her?”
That was the problem. I didn’t know what it meant. Was it some kind of filthy erotic game for him? Tearing me down just to fuck me afterward in all my humiliation and rage?
I was simultaneously so hot and angry and turned on that I couldn’t think straight. All I could focus on was Ford’s cock, pumping in and out as he rode me hard on top of the desk he’d bought with Claudia in Paris.
“Ford,” I cried out.
“That’s right,” he said, driving himself even deeper. “I’m your husband. I’m your fucking husband and I’m fucking your tight, sweet little pussy on this desk.”
It creaked beneath us, each thrust knocking it against the wall.
I never thought I’d be into hate sex, but I loved how it made me feel. How heightened it all was. How powerful I felt, that I could drive Ford to this point, where he was practically out of control with desire for me. Because that’s how I felt with him. Out of control.
He gripped my hips and fucked me even harder, watching my breasts bounce with every thrust.
I was completely naked and he was still fully dressed. He ducked his head to take my nipple in his mouth and I moaned as he nipped me with his teeth. That combination of pleasure and pain was everything I wanted and only Ford knew how to give it to me. I knew I’d never ever find a man that could satisfy me the way that he did.
I still didn’t know what he was trying to do, what he thought he was accomplishing with all of this. Was it just a hot love triangle in his mind? Making me jealous while remembering what it had been like with Claudia, secretly comparing me to her while he fucked me?
Or was he trying to show me how trivial all these objects were to him? Was he tainting his memories of her on purpose?
I didn’t have any answers. All I had was the sweet ache between my legs, the delicious feel of Ford’s perfect cock, his breath against my ear, bringing me closer and closer to climaxing. I wrapped my legs higher around his waist, leaning back, letting him go even deeper.
“More,” I murmured. “Give me more.”
He let out a grunt and I could sense that he was close. Hot little sparks were firing off inside my pussy, and I knew when I came—and soon—it would be explosive. The pleasure was barreling toward me, building in my lower belly, making my toes curl as my legs tightened around Ford.
As if he could sense I was about to come, he started fucking me faster. My head was banging against the wall now, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that this was the desk he’d bought with Claudia. I didn’t even care if he had done exactly the same thing with her on it that he was doing with me. Right now, all I cared about was chasing my release. I needed it.
“Come for me, Emzee. I want to feel that pussy clench around my cock,” Ford said.
It was enough to push me over the edge.
I gasped, coming hard and fast around his cock, doing exactly as he requested. As my body contracted in tight bursts, he let out a hoarse cry and spilled his seed into me, the two of us moaning as we slumped back onto the desk.
As we caught our breath, I realized that even though Ford might never give me any solid answers about Claudia, he’d still given me a fantastic orgasm.
