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“You’re acting like someone looking to get fucked.”
“You’re acting like someone who wants to get fucked up.”
“I’m enrolling you into self defense class because this ain’t it, Trophy.”
Resuming the kiss from outside, I slip my hand under the now mini dress and rip away her thong. Her fighting to push me away turns into clawing at my clothes. I grab her hips and grind her on my dick. She moans but the anger is still dominating. Shoving two fingers in her pussy, I stretch her and rub her wetness all over.
“This is the only way you’re allowed to fight me.”
She undoes my belt and zipper like a pro and strokes my dick as she releases it from its cotton restraints.
“Bring it on,” she challenges me again.
This time, her tone is less angry and more aroused. I pull her forward and impale her. Her hips take over and her pussy massages me as she rides. I grab her cheeks and pull her into a harsh kiss that has us both panting. I pump my dick into her hard but keep a firm grip on her jaw.
“Look at me,” I demand harshly and squeeze tighter.
Her green eyes flame but remain on mine.
“You’re mine,” I remind her with a hard thrust. “It doesn’t matter how we happened. It’s not changing. I’d planned to marry you, anyway. The outcome would have been the same!”
I’ve never fucked and argued at the same time. It’s hotter than it should be. The mix of anger and desire is a potent combination that has us fogging up the windows. Her nails bite into my skin through the shirt. I knock her hand away. Eyes wild, Karessa grabs my tie. She reaches to the side and reclines my seat more while wrapping my tie in around her hand.
“Your turn to listen,” Her wet pussy continues to grind on my dick and her eyes flutter with pleasure as she yanks on my tie. “I don’t enjoy being in the dark. I should have known a long time ago,” Her breath comes out in huffs as her speed increases. The pressure on my tie lessens my air supply. “Withhold nothing from me… even… for my… benefit.” I’m the one losing air, but she sounds breathless.
The lack of air has me light-headed and cuming hard while Karessa continues to ride me. Grabbing the back of her neck, I squeeze until she lets me go.
“I don’t do that again, unless you want erotic asphyxiation.”
“I was trying to real life choke you,” her confession comes out as a hiss.
Pull her back until her back hits the steering wheel, then switch my hold to her throat.
“Well, let me show you how it’s done.” I apply pressure to her neck and she claws at my hand while I fuck her hard against the steering wheel. Each thrust activates the horn in a steady rhythm, like my alarm was triggered. Karessa stops fighting when her orgasm hits her hard enough to make her writhe on my dick.
I fall back in my seat, and she follows, dropping her forehead on my shoulder. She sniffles. The anger and adrenaline let down allows the other emotions to surface.
“I was so scared, but I held on, trying the stall as much as I could because I knew you were coming. He was so mad about me loving you and what he saw through the window…”
Her sobbing hurts my heart, but I rub her back and let her vent. Not once did I suspect him to be the peeping tom because I thought his crazy was far more contained. I guess marrying Karessa made Elmer obsess over something else he wasn’t able to get. Now that it’s out, his obsessive personality explains a lot. I should have seen it.
“I’m sorry. I never imagined he would have taken it this far. I knew he tricked your dad - all he said was a Hale and LeClaire union - and I blocked him for marrying you and fulfilling that union. I didn’t know he was obsessive and would strike out. I’ve seen him do a lot of things, but never something like this. You’re right, I should have told you.”
I kiss her shoulder. “Don’t do that. Your dad kissed my shoulder. It’s ruined for me right now.”
I hate him and the fear he’s placed into my wife, but we’ll get back to that.
“Karessa, I’ll always do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you with everything I am. Not more hitting, It’s not what we do. I’m not mad at you. I understand as much as I can. I’ve never been attacked. I can’t pretend to know everything going on in your head. I’ll be here for you through it all, but I’m your safe place, not your punching bag.”
“I’m sorry,” her tears wet my shirt and I continue to run a soothing hand along her body. “I was so angry and my emotions were out of whack.”
She pops her head up and looks at me imploring. “Will you forgive me?”
“I forgave you the moment you hit me. Don’t do it again.” I kiss her nose.
“I won’t. I love you too much to hurt you on purpose.” She kisses along my jaw then sighs. “Take me home, please.”
I give her another lingering kiss, realizing tonight could hav
