Page 124 of Sweet Animosity

Cupping her pussy, I pushed my middle fingers inside of her. Through the thin skin, I could feel my cock thrusting against my knuckles.

Vivian slammed her open palm against the counter over and over again as she rose on her toes.

Objective achieved.

God, I fucking loved this woman.

When I was seventy years old, I’d still be chasing her around the room, wanting a taste.

“That’s it, my bad girl. Come from my dick in your ass.”

She moaned as her head fell back between her shoulder blades.

Then her body bucked as she slammed her palm several times on the counter again. “Oh, God! Oh! Fuuuuuuccckkk!”

Only then did I unleash.

Thrusting violently several times, I pulled out and fisted my shaft as I came, wanting to watch my cream covering her now gaping hole.

I was going to love being married to this woman.

CHAPTER 42

VIVIAN

“Ican’t stay married to this man.”

It had been two weeks since my shotgun wedding, and Var had barely let me leave the penthouse.

The man was a beast.

We’d fucked in every room. Twice.

Last night, I had awoken to him already inside of me from behind with his hand squeezing my breast.

It was amazing.

Heaven.

And hell.

I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying being married to him.

If I didn’t act soon, I would enjoy it so much, I wouldn’t want to leave.

I tapped my finger against the official marriage certificate that had appeared on the kitchen counter a few days ago. “You have to fix this!”

I’d left the penthouse earlier, telling Var I was meeting Barb and Millie for lunch. Instead, I’d snuck off to a divorce attorney’s office. I had no idea if he was a good one. He just happened to be the closest one I could find near where Barb and Millie were waiting for me.

I’d given them my new phone in case Var was also cloning that one, and fifty bucks for martinis until I returned. If Var checked the GPS, as far as he’d know, I was precisely where I said I’d be.

The divorce attorney put on his glasses and leaned forward, picking up the paper.

Before saying anything, he gave in to a fit of coughing that ended with a disgusting nose snort.

Gross.

Still, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like I needed this man to be a pit bull. Var and I had been married less than a month. There were no kids or assets to divide up. If I got lucky, it wouldn’t even be a divorce.

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