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He bursts out laughing like I said the funniest thing on the planet. My hands curl into fists at my sides, ready to attack him, not caring about the conversation.
“I knew your little ass was jealous. I guess it won’t hurt to tell you the truth, since you can’t seem to figure it out with that big-ass brain of yours. I’ve never had sex with Nat. That’s something we led people to believe. We just don’t click like that. She at first said it was because she couldn’t get past how I humiliated her the night I met you. Then, after she forgave me, we decided to just be friends and partners.” He chuckles in a cruel, wrathful way. “News flash, baby. We’ve never fucked—no fingers, no tongue, nada. Before you I had discrete partners who knew their place. Too bad you never learned yours.”
“And where is that?” I demand. My heart pounds harder as he slowly rises. Instinct has me backing up, but he slowly walks me down. I stand still, knowing how fruitless it is. If he buries me alive, I won’t be able to stop him. Coming to a stop in front of me, he grasps my chin in an unyielding grip. His fingers are hard, unyielding as his eyes, filled with an amalgamation of emotions—fury, regret, sadness, lust.
“Under me. Know this, little wife: You are the only one I’m fucking. And you love it.” His mouth curls with diabolical intent.
Swooping down, he devours me. His mouth slants over mine, taking my breath, giving nothing back. His hard grip doesn’t allow me to move from the onslaught of his rage-filled passion.
I surmise he has to be lying. Nat always acted like they we so intimate, made such a big show of being so openly demonstrative of her affection.
I push back, smushing his face away with both hands. “Liar! You said y’all were—”
“Partners, a powerhouse couple.” His eyes drop down my body, then back up. “Never lovers.”
“You had hickeys.” I step back.
“For appearance’s sake at her insistence.” He pulls the tails of his shirt up. “It was to convince our parents we were serious. It worked all the way up until you and I almost had sex against my truck.”
Shaking my head, I back up more. “Mathias—”
Quick as a cottonmouth viper, his hand flies out, necklacing me. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls low, puling me to him up on my toes. “You earned this. You lied so prettily for years. Because you didn’t want to lose me. Well, now you have me, my pretty little liar.” Bowing his head, he puts his mouth against my ear, his warm voice making me shiver.
I press my hands against his chest, pushing against a wall of granite, telling myself I don’t want this. This is toxic. It’s twisted on so many levels. Then his tongue swirls in my ear, almost causing my knees to buckle.
“Thi,” I whimper.
“I know your pretty little pussy is already drenched for me. Those lips are pouty, ready to kissed. That big-ass clit is hard and poking out, ready to be sucked and flicked. Your tight little hole is slick and ready to filled. I’m going to split her open, spank her, beat her for your lying ass. And you know what?” He pulls away to slowly shake me, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. “You’re going to let me. You belong to me now. There will be no annulments. No divorce. You’re mine.”
Slowly he draws me closer. The air constricts in my throat. I open my mouth, trying to breathe, but nothing comes. Just before our lips touch, he releases his hold slightly. As I draw in the air I’ve been denied in greedy breaths, he licks the seam of my lips with delicate, whisper-soft swipes, lighter than a butterfly’s wings. Barely there but enough to have me reaching for more, longing for his full attention.
My hands go from pushing him away to pulling him closer; my fingers curl into the crisp linen of his shirt. He groans, moving from whisper soft to a kiss with more intensity, taking full advantage of my acquiescence. He dips his tongue into my mouth with teasing swipes. The quick darts are too fast for me to catch, driving me to distraction. Wanting, needing more, I mimic his actions with my own teasing thrusts. Eventually he gives in, until our tongues are tangling, sliding, sucking.
Letting go of his shirt, I move to my tiptoes, wrapping my arm around his neck, pulling him to me. I want him. Tomorrow he may not even want this, may move to DC alone and want to live separate lives, but tonight, for this little while, he’s mine. With that thought in mind, I open my mouth, taking his tongue, sucking it like I suck his dick. That promised part of him jumps, pressing hard against my tummy.
“Greedy little slut,” he growls, pulling back, his eyes cold as fuck. “Get on your fucking knees.”
Without hesitation I drop to my knees, unzipping and pulling his gorgeous thick flesh out as I descend. As soon as my knees touch the smooth concrete, I circle the head of his dick with my tongue. Swirling, twirling, I lavish him with my tongue, just teasing. Looking up at him through my lashes, I can see the hard cast to his face. His eyes are shuttered, and his mouth is cast downward. I let none of this deter me because right now he’s mine. There won’t be an effort on my part to gain him back. Why should I try to get something that’s already mine? Whether he knows or accepts it or not, he’s been mine the whole time. In my heart and his. Fuck his anger.
“I want you in my throat, big daddy,” I say, whispering around the head of his dick, batting my eyes up at him. Though his face remains the same, his manhood tells me the truth. It jerks, and a gorgeous drop of precum pearls and drips from the tip. Industrious little wife that I am, I stick my tongue out to catch it just in time. We can’t go wasting good come, can we?
Placing my arms behind my back, I lean into him, covering him with my mouth. I have to squeeze my thighs tight because my pussy is already purring. He tastes like earth, clover, cotton, and sugar. Mine. Always mine.
Moving my lips along the length of him, I continue my efforts. Licking along the shaft, wetting him up, I have to rise as high as possible on my knees, and my uncooperative husband isn’t making it any easier for me. His face is still a mask of unrepentant rage and lust. He’s determined to make me work for every drop.
I sit back on my haunches, marveling at my handiwork. After a moment, I skeet the liquid pooling in my mouth on his dick. Hurrying to not miss a drop, I cover him with my mouth and start deep throating him like my life depends on it. He never said he would kill me. He just said no annulment nor divorce. I didn’t hear anything about no grieving widower.
“Fucccck.” Heavy hands cup my head. He starts fucking my mouth with brutal deep thrusts. “Nasty little motherfucker. Suck my fucking dick.” He rocks his hips forward in whiplash movements. “Take it down your lying-ass throat.” He angles over me.
I can feel him all the way to the back of my throat. He slides out and drives right back in, barely giving me a chance to take a breath in between.
Tears pool in the corners of my eyes. I’m surrounded by his taste. The texture of his dick fills my gaping mouth ridge by hard ridge. My pussy throbs hungrily. I hope he doesn’t leave me like this, though I know he probably thinks it’s no more than I deserve. Wetness runs from the corner of my mouth down my neck and over my breasts in rivulets.
“Dirty, lying, little cumslut.” He pulls my head back. “Open your fucking mouth.” I do, already knowing and not surprised when he spits in my mouth. He plunges his dick into my mouth after that visual. He keeps fucking my face, pulling out to repeatedly to skeet into my mouth. “Now you.”
I return the favor to the head of his cock, which he smears over my lips before pushing into my mouth.
“I may just keep you for this, little wife.”
