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Against my better judgment, I walk over to her until we’re nose to nose. “I like it better when you keep your mouth shut.” She gives me an eye roll. “I don’t intend to fuck my wife when she talks like that. You will want me, darling. It’s simply a matter of time.”
Her hand lifts as if she’s about to slap me, but instead, she grabs my face, eyes locked on me, before slamming her lips to mine.
I don’t want pity sex.
I don’t even want a pity fucking kiss.
I am not someone’s sad fucking story.
So without letting it go too far, I push her away.
Adora grabs me tightly, and because I’m not kissing her back, she bites my lip until I taste my own blood. But she doesn’t stop there. Her body is now pressed against mine, her mouth on me, and that’s when I feel her start to move. My cock is hard as a rock, and she’s grinding herself against me. Without thought, I open my mouth and her tongue slips inside. I can taste my own blood on her tongue, yet neither of us stops. I guess we’re going through with this even though I want to pull away more than anything, but my body won’t let me.
Her legs wrap around my waist again, and I hoist her up. Moving blindly, I slam her against the wall. Our lips break apart as she gasps, but her hands are still on my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh. Her breathing is heavy as she looks down between us. Her hands are fast and frenzied as she reaches for my cock and lifts herself by her legs on my waist, positioning herself to sink down on me.
But I stop her.
“Tell me… do bad little darlings deserve cock?”
Adora bites her bottom lip and rolls it between her teeth. I wonder if she can taste the splatters of my blood that are still on her lips from where she bit me. What I really want is to wrap my hands around her throat and watch as her pretty red lips turn blue.
Hmm… I wonder if she would like that.
Possibly not.
“No, but your wife most certainly does.”
Goddammit! I hate the fact that I like the sound of her calling herself my wife. I go to speak, but before I can, she pushes herself down while at the same time pushing me back, giving her more space, and then drops down ever so fucking slowly. And the moment I feel her—all of her—around my cock, I suppress a groan and know I’m not going to be able to stop.
I thought I could stop this.
But that’s what fools tell themselves, right?
I hold on tight. “Is that what you’re calling yourself now? My wife?”
“Just shut up and fuck me, Joey.”
No woman has ever made me this mad and this fucking deliriously horny all at the same time. How is that possible? When I go to move her, she positions herself clinging to me with even more force. Her face buries into my neck, her legs wrap around my hips even tighter and knot at the back, and she clenches around my cock.
But she doesn’t make a sound.
I want to hear those moans from her lips because I’ve heard them from a phone, and I sure as fuck know I can get them if I try hard enough.
“Maybe you should be a good little wife, instead of a slut for others.” I slap her ass hard, and she yelps. The sudden jolt causes her to move her hips up and down, so I do it again, and she does the exact same thing. I start walking with her, holding her to me, and I have to remember not to come because every time her sweet pussy slides up and down, she clenches just that little bit tighter and rides me a little bit smoother.
I have to remember I hate her.
Despise the ground she walks on.
She pulls back, but she doesn’t slow her movements. I almost trip over my own feet, while she acts like a koala, holding herself to me. Her back is arched, head now lifted, hair hanging down her back. As I step outside, her eyes are closed and her lips are parted, and I can still see the droplets of my blood there. I push her back against the glass wall, and she lets out another yelp and stops for a second. I watch her eyes scan around the other bungalows.
“Someone might see us.” I lift a hand and touch a finger to her lips, smearing the blood. I wonder if it’s all over my face as well since I can still taste it. I nip at her bottom lip and pull it between my teeth before I let it pop out. She tastes so fucking good.
“I guess I’ll see what a good little slut you are.”
Her eyes go wide, but I hold her against the glass as my hips start moving. She simply stares at me, her expression changing from being shocked to disgusted right before my eyes.
What did she expect me to say?
