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All for spite, he was sure.
She was spiteful as hell, he admitted inwardly. I knew I should have driven my own shit, he thought to himself as he took several moments to keep his attitude in check. He glanced over at the speedometer again.
“Slow the fuck down,” he ground out, giving her a hot stare. “Or pull this motherfucker over.”
She took her eyes from the road for a moment to throw a glare in his direction. Opened her mouth to say something, but closed it just as quickly. She faced forward before speeding through the intersection. They were only a few blocks from the ramp that led toward the Garden State Parkway, and twenty minutes from the airport.
Her SUV bounced as she hit a deep pothole.
“Shit,” she hissed. The last thing she needed was another bent rim or her front end tore up again. She’d just gotten her truck back a few weeks ago after damaging her suspension system.
Fucking potholes!
Roselle’s head hit the roof as the car jolted them. “Fuck, yo,” he snapped. “So what you gonna do, tear this motherfucker up?”
She sped through another intersection, then veered onto the ramp for the Parkway, ignoring him. Several painfully long seconds passed before she shot him another look, and then her eyes narrowed slightly. Her gaze caught his masculine jawline, and she felt herself fighting the urge to slap the shit out of him and then lean over and kiss him.
She wondered how one man could have such an effect on her. Love him one minute, then hate him the next. Want to kill him one second, then fuck him dry the next.
“If you wanna live to see another day, I’d advise you to not say another fucking word, Roselle. And I mean it.”
She stepped on the accelerator.
Roselle shifted in his seat and frowned.
But he kept his mouth shut.
This fuckin’ crazy bitch!
Two
I WISH I COULDA LICKED UR ASS N SUCKED UR DICK ONE LAST TIME B4 U LEFT 4 UR TRIP. I LUV THE TASTE OF UR ASS N THAT SWEET NUT ON MY TONGUE
Kendall grinned as he read the text message, before looking up from his iPhone to see if his wife, Krista, was anywhere in sight. She’d walked off to use the bathroom before they boarded their flight, and the last thing he wanted to do was get caught texting another woman.
Yeah, it was a No-Strings-Attached situation, but—shit—damned if she didn’t make his dick stir every time he thought about her, or every time she sent him a dirty text. And though he loved his wife, she wasn’t sexually adventurous. She wasn’t open-minded. And she damn sure wasn’t freaky.
If only she were . . .
Shit. Quite frankly, Kendall found his wife’s ignorance to sex and sexuality repressive and emotionally stifling. And he blamed her, partially, for his infidelity. Although he knew his cheating was a choice. Still, he believed he wouldn’t have had to seek fulfillment of his baser needs outside of his marriage if she were the type of woman who was more open to explore a wilder side. But, no—hell no—Krista was satisfied with missionary, doggy-style (every few weeks) and, maybe, the occasional cowgirl, where she got on top and rode his dick wet and wild.
But even that was a stretch.
Give her a good, old-fashioned missionary dick down and she’d mewl like a kitten, and then sleep like a baby when the deed was done.
Shit. Krista didn’t even suck dick, except for maybe his birthday and Christmas. She didn’t like having all that leaky shit—referring to his precum—in her mouth, and the thought of his nut busting in her mouth made her stomach queasy.
Who the fuck didn’t give head? What woman didn’t suck dick in her relationship and expected her man to be okay with that?
Fuck if he knew.
Kendall shook his head. The shit disgusted and bored him. And it confused him even more, because he loved his wife. Truly he did. And he loved fucking her. He loved the feel of her pussy rippling along the length of his dick; he loved losing himself inside the warmth of her silken valley. And he loved when she gave into his desire to see her facedown, ass up, her ass cheeks pulled apart and her asshole puckering while he fucked her from the back.
If only she’d let him spit into her asshole and slide a finger inside, or pull his dick out of her pussy so that he could dip his head in between those soft ass cheeks of hers and tongue that sweet-looking brown hole.
Fuck yeah. Kendall would love nothing more than to lick all in his wife’s ass. He loved eating ass, almost more than he loved eating pussy. It was still considered so taboo, so dirty . . . and the idea of going against the grain of what society considered sexually acceptable gave him a hard-on. He opened and fanned his legs again. Precum was already coating the head of his dick. It was only a matter of time before there’d be one big-ass wet spot in his Calvin Klein’s.
DAMN, BABY. WOULDA LUV’D THAT, he quickly texted back.
