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“Get the fuck out, Jaxon! You came here to play games, not to show the remorse you lack.”
He holds up his hands in a gesture of platitude and submission and takes a step back giving me more room. I watch him wearily not trusting that he won’t reach for me again. Jaxon drags one of his hands through his dark hair, his shoulders slumping and his body deflating before me. “I really did come here to apologize, Stella. I’m not, however, going to apologize for giving you that orgasm. Consider it a wedding gift.” He smirks.
A wedding gift? For a fucking wedding I didn’t want?Some gift that is. I roll my eyes at him and move across the room, while trying to convince myself that I am not in fact running from him. That I am stronger than that and lust cannot weaken me. He doesn’t move from his spot, and for that I am grateful. I can’t trust my body right now; it has betrayed me by enjoying that interaction a little too much.
“We need to talk, Stella. To figure out how we move forward…together.” His expression is still heated but I see determination there too. Fuck, I need him gone, my body is still trembling with the remainder of my post coital. I need to be able to breathe air that is not saturated in his scent.
“Please leave Jaxon, so that I can get dressed in peace. Then if you would like to speak to me, I will attempt to listen.” I wait to see if he will comply with my request. I can feel heat traveling over my skin as his gaze lingers on my body and the ardor never leaves his eyes.
“I’ll meet you in the breakfast room, Stella. Ten minutes or I am coming back up here to grab you.” He walks past me towards the door, stopping with his back to me. “You are a beautiful woman, wife.” Then he opens the door, walks out, and closes it behind him, leaving me with a pounding heart and the after effects of one of the best orgasms I have ever had.
8
Jaxon
“A society that does not respect women's anger is one that does not respect women; not as human beings, thinkers, knowers, active participants, or citizens.” Soraya Chemaly, Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger
IcanstilltasteStella’s cum on my tongue and I relish the flavor as I make my way down the hall towards the guest wing. I need to bottle that shit up, it’s about to become my drink of choice. Who knew my little ice queen of a wife was passionate and hot-blooded underneath that frigid exterior. My tented pants definitely tell a different story.Fuck, I cannot go downstairs and risk running into any of the household staff like this. I’m already on most of their shit lists with the crap I pulled yesterday.
I make my way into the first guest room in the hallway, locking the door and moving quickly into the bathroom while already unzipping and pulling out my stiff cock. I’m so painfully hard from rubbing against Stella’s perfect bare, pink cunt that tears of precum are leaking down my shaft and my balls feel full and achy. The memory of how tight and swollen her pussy was as I slipped my fingers inside of her and the little moans that escaped her lips has me stroking myself hard and fast.
The image of Stella with her back arched, her lithe body moving in time with my thrusts and her little gasps when I tightened my hold around her slender throat as she gushed all over me has my heart galloping in my chest and my legs feeling weak. She was so deliciously wet and when she came I knew I had struck fucking gold. That tight little pussy is going to need to stretch to take all of me, and she will take all of me. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if I had shoved my hard cock into her tight holes.Fuck, that pretty pink pussy and the tight puckered hole were a temptation I almost couldn’t resist.
I brace myself against the vanity and increase the tempo of my fist, while pulling on my balls with my other hand.FUCK ME!The orgasm races down my body like a tsunami and cum spurts out of the end of my dick, all over my hand and down on the floor in thick creamy streaks. My breathing is coming in harsh pants and my vision is a kaleidoscope of colors. I just came like a fifteen-year-old boy to daydreams of his crush and I’m already semi hard again at just the thought of getting to touch her once more.
Images of all the depraved things I want to do to her flash through my mind and I have to brace myself against the counter. How fucking sexy would she look with her arms tied above her head, forcing her body to stretch while I pumped my cock into her ass or down on all fours with a belt wrapped around her neck, while I fucked her hard and deep from behind? She would look amazing covered in my bites and marks, the impression of my fingers across all that creamy skin.
Fuck, I’m painfully hard again. Once again I tighten my hold on my cock, stroking it quick and hard until I cum all over the counter and sink. My breath is coming in ragged pants out of my chest and sweat is beading along my hairline. I have never cummed so hard from just an image.
I turn to the vanity and wash my hands, trying to settle my breathing and the erection that even now just doesn’t seem to want to quit. As I stare at myself in the mirror a pang of regret fills me when the thought of yesterday’s actions cross my mind.
If I hadn’t brought Kalista here and behaved like a callous cunt, would I have been enjoying my wife’s bed last night? Would I have found the same scorching passion between her creamy thighs? How could I have been so wrong about her? There is nothing frigid about Stella, if anything she is like the sun, hot, destructive, and devastating.
Fuck, I am such a miserable mess. How am I going to fix this with her? There is no way, now having had a preview of the type of heated, sexually responsive creature that Stella is, that I am not going to desire that permanently. What am I willing to give her, to make peace? What penance can I pay that will appease her righteous anger?
As I leave the guest room after cleaning my own cum from the floor and vanity, I make my way to the breakfast room. I realize that my cunning little wife is testing me. I told her ten minutes and I would come and get her. I know I was in the bathroom cumming like a school boy for more than ten minutes. A grin crosses my face at the realization that maybe, just maybe she wants me to chase her and punish her. The thought, of course, does nothing to help the current predicament of my rapidly hardening dick.
As I enter the breakfast room, the sun shines through the windows and the table is immaculately set for two. The thought that this is now my married life, having breakfast daily with the spitfire that is my wife after having woken her up with an intense orgasm. I’ve gone to fucking heaven! Why did I wait to get married? I should have fucking rushed her to the altar the same day her father proposed the marriage.
“Good morning, sir.” Fergus nods as he enters the room carrying a coffee pot, which has my naughty thoughts abating. I notice he won’t look me in the eye, in fact he is doing everything he can not to meet my gaze.Damn it, another one that is obviously upset with me about last night.The old man has been with my family my whole life and has never been ashamed of my actions before and trust me I have given him plenty to be ashamed about. He’s watched me stumble my way into adulthood and never given me the look he’s wearing now. Hell, if I wasn’t regretting my actions last night, thinking that I don’t owe anyone shit. I’m regretting them now in the light of day.
Just as I am about to open my mouth to apologize for my behavior to Fergus, Stella walks into the room, her dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders in thick waves. She’s dressed in a fitted white pencil skirt, a navy and white off the shoulder puff sleeve blouse and a thick belt accentuating her tiny waist.Fuck, was she always this hot and I just never noticed?She consistently looked beautiful at every event she attended with her parents, her classical beauty always giving off a pristine and out of reach air. She was never this fucking arousing before. Is it the knowledge of what she hides behind that cold exterior that is causing this reaction inside of me?
As she moves tentatively into the room, she graces Fergus with a smile that lights up her face and reaches her stunning eyes. “Good morning, Fergus.” The poor man blushes beet red and gives her a shy smile back as he pulls out her chair. “Good morning, ma’am.”
The swinging door between the kitchen and the breakfast room opens and Mrs. Pox enters carrying a platter of eggs and pancakes followed by Molly, one of the maids, with hashbrowns, bacon and fruit.Jeez, they went all out this morning.Each of them exchange good mornings with Stella and pointedly ignore me. I watch helplessly and with envy as all three of my staff fuss over her until she gives each of them a bright smile. No one bothers to serve me any breakfast. After a moment or two of waiting and having each of them look away, I understand that this is part of my punishment for yesterday.Well fuck you too, I’ll serve my fucking self.
I should be outraged that my staff is giving me the deliberate cold shoulder and treating my new wife like she’s the best thing since sliced bread. But honestly, I am relieved that they like her, that they are on her side and have gravitated to protecting her.Even if it’s against me as it seems.
They all vacate the room after ensuring that Stella has everything she needs. Mrs. Pox is the last one to leave and she provides me with a warning look that had I been a weaker man would have had my balls shriveling up and tucking my tail inside of my body. I am going to be seriously outnumbered in my own home if they continuously take her side in everything.Maybe we could stop doing stupid, harmful shit?My mind questions.
I stare at my new wife as she takes a dainty sip of coffee and avoids my direct gaze. As she pushes her hair back from her face I notice the marks blooming on her neck from this morning. Each of my fingertips clearly on display on her soft skin and a sense of pleasure and achievement races through my blood. She didn’t even make an attempt to hide them. That pleases me even more, to know that everyone that looks at her neck and collarbone today will see them. My brand of ownership, clearly evident on her skin. Then they will know that she belongs to me. SHE ISMINE!The beast that lives inside of me roars.
Clearing my throat, I realize that I’m a bit nervous.What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me? Man up, motherfucker!I’ve taken a bat to a man’s head and never been nervous before. Shit, I have decimated whole companies and not broken a sweat. One little wisp of a woman, just over five feet, has me over here doubting myself. Doubting actions, I’m not even a hundred percent convinced I regret. I’m sorry that I disrespected her, especially since the staff saw it too. I shouldn’t have brought my ex here, there are classier ways of doing shit like this. I wanted to hurt her, but I went too far with shoving her face into the lust I feel for Kalista.
Especially since my cock is still semi-hard at just the thought of Stella’s pink pussy. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, the realization of how much I want to drive my hard cock into the tight hole my fingers got to experience, making me force the groan in my throat down.God, her pussy was so tight and plump. Fuck, I need more of that.
I know I have to apologize to her in a way that she senses my sincerity and forgives me for my trespass against her last night or I’m doomed to live in purgatory, knowing heaven is just out of reach. Now that I have seen and experienced her taste and the feel of her cunt,I want more. I need more.
