Page 24 of Crashing Without Justice

“Yes…” I panted, putting a little more need in my voice than I was actually feeling. “Yes…give it to me…”

“Gotta love a woman that loves dick,” he went on, his pelvis bouncing off my ass as he deepened his thrusts. “Gotta love a woman that takes dick nice and hard.”

“Your dick is so big…” I lied. “It’s way bigger than Harding’s could ever be…”

Gil’s rhythm faltered a bit, but then he quickly recovered, his thrusts back to normal. “Don’t want to hear another man’s name when my dick’s deep inside you, honey.”

I almost rolled my eyes again. His dick wasn’t deep inside me like he wanted to believe. In fact, everything would be going well enough if he justquit talking. He was making claims that weren’t true, and it was kind of ruining the little pleasure that I was feeling. Granted, I wasn’t here to get off, but still. It would have been nice to kill two birds with one stone, but Gil just wouldn’t shut up.

“You don’t want to hear how much better you are than him?” I panted.

“No,” he answered bluntly. “I only care about how your pussy feels wrapped around my cock.”

I was going to have to edit that part out. My phone was positioned to where it could capture everything that was happening on the bed, but I was going to have to edit a lot of what was being recorded for maximum effect. I wanted Harding to see a night of passion between two people, not a simple hookup that meant nothing.

“Does it feel good?” I asked coyly, trying a different approach. “Do you like how I feel?”

“Oh, yeah,” he smirked. “You feel fucking great, sweetheart.”

“I love the way you feel…” I purred. “You feel so good inside me…”

“Take that dick like a good girl,” he went on, rather unoriginal in my opinion. “Show me how good you can take my big cock.”

That got me thinking about maximum effect. While my sex life with Harding had been satisfying enough, like most marriages, the sex had only been spicy during our anniversary and occasions like that. With everything that women had to handle in life, being a porn star was not at the top of our list. We worked, took care of the children, paid the bills, cleaned the house, did the laundry, and were a taxi for children, errands, and whatever. Then, at the end of our very busy day, we were expected to have the energy for blowjobs and reverse cowgirl, and men didn’t care about our fatigue, periods, or any self-care that we may be in need of. So, yeah, while mine and Harding’s sex life had been good, it’d been normal, and that would not do right now.

“Make me cum, and then you can put it in my ass…” I promised, pushing my hips back, urging him on.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You like it in your ass, honey?”

I wasn’t a huge fan, but I wasn’t about to admit that. Whether Gil knew what he was doing in that regard or not, it’d still be worth the pain and discomfort to know that Harding was about to see another man fuck me in the ass while that had been something denied him during our marriage. Patrick had done it plenty during our marriage, but since it hadn’t been enough to keep him faithful, I hadn’t seen the point in granting Harding that same privilege.

“Yes…” I lied. “I love it…”

“Oh, I’m going to make it so good for you,” he promised, and I could only hope that he did. For all that some women loved anal sex, there was no avoiding the initial discomfort and pain unless you were a porn star. “I’m going to make you fucking love it.”

“Make me cum first…” I demanded. “Make me cum, and then you can do whatever you want to me…”

His fingers dug deeper into my hips as his hips began crashing against my ass harder. Anal sex was the Holy Grail for most men, and Gil was proving no different. He was going to get a no-strings-attached night of sex, and he had a green light to do whatever he wanted, so I could see him doing his best to make me cum, even if it wasn’t for my own pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re like a dream come true, Paige,” he groaned. “I’m so glad you reached out to me.”

That was another thing that I was going to have to edit out. Harding needed to believe that men were coming after me and not the other way around. He needed to see that men still found me desirable, or else what would be the point? I was here to make Harding see what he might be giving up by choosing that whore over me, so I needed Gil all in.

“So am I…” I cooed. “You really are better than Harding could ever be…”

Gil’s hips immediately stopped, and I inwardly cursed my stupid mouth. “Can you not mention his name while my dick is inside you?” he asked. “You’re making it weird every time you say his name.”

Annoyance flickered down my spine. “Feeling insecure?”

“Okay,” he sighed. “I think that’s enough.”

Gil pulled out of me, and I immediately grabbed the sheet as I turned around to face him. “What are you doing?”

“Look, I have no idea what this is, but I really thought I was here for some fun,” he said, and my jaw ticked as he began gathering his clothing. “I didn’t agree to this as some kind of payback for what Harding did to you.”

“What do you care what I say?” I fired back. “It’s not like you came here to start a relationship.”

He let out a low huffed. “Maybe not, but I also didn’t come here to get compared to another man. No guy signs up for that shit, sweetheart.”

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