Page 70 of New Beginnings
His dark eyes were almost pitch black with desire. He released my hair, the weight of it falling down my back. “Strip, then turn around and bend over.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Today, I wore a pair of comfortable leggings and a loose-fitting off-the-shoulder shirt that slipped off effortlessly.
Leaning over the top of the dining room table, I felt the smooth surface against my bare skin. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers traced a path, and I felt a tingling anticipation as the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance.
“I won’t be gentle,” he said as the only warning he gave before slamming into me to the hilt.
As his blunt nails dug into my hips, I screamed his name, feeling the force of his thrusts repeatedly slamming my body against the table.
“Fuck you feel good.” He slapped my ass. The sting of the impact morphed into pure pleasure. “This pussy is mine, Rebel.”
“J.D.!” I shouted, clawing at the wooden table.
“I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my dick, Rebel. Then I’m going to fuck you some more until you do it all over again.”
“Oh God,” I moaned as his dirty words pushed me closer to the edge.
His sinister chuckle sent a shiver down my spine, intensifying the heat coursing through my body. “I’m definitely your God, baby.”
As he tugged me closer, the unmistakable aroma of raw sex permeated the dining room, intensifying my already heightened arousal.
“I feel your pussy choking my dick sweetheart.” He slapped my ass again forcing a moan from me. “You want to come?”
With a gentle touch, he caressed my sensitive area, using the pad of his thumb to create lazy circles while maintaining his rhythmic thrusts. Trembles ran through my legs as I nodded vigorously. “Yes!”
“Then beg me.”
“Fuck! Please let me come, J.D.”
A hearty laugh escaped from his lips. “But I thought I was your God, Rebel?”
“God, please let me come.”
“Come,” he said, pinching my clit.
“Oh my God!”
As my orgasm washed over me, a burst of white stars flashed behind my closed eyes. J.D.’s movements grew more intense and desperate as he gripped me from behind until he suddenly tensed and released his warm cum inside me.
I collapsed onto the table, gasping for air, and feeling the cool surface against my skin. As he pulled out of me, I felt paralyzed, unable to move. He brushed his fingers over my folds gathering a mixture of our cum before pushing his fingers inside my pussy pulling another moan from me.
“We’re not done, Rebel. Not by a long shot.”
As anticipation filled me, an involuntary shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again.
DID I F*CK THAT PRETTY WIFE OF YOURS?
J.D. Stevens
I didn’t expect to break down in front of Rebel, overwhelmed by all the revelations from Dani’s letter. However, the harsh reality was that the life I led was responsible for the tragic loss of my wife and child. No matter what Rebel or anyone else said, my mind was firmly set on that fact. The truth was the truth. I owned it. I took responsibility for what happened to her and Luca the minute she flatlined at the hospital.
I had always carried the weight of blame for what happened, but reading Dani’s words made it more real. While she had a past like all of us, she wasn’t Agent Revels target.
He was after me.
I decided to let Rebel in on what the letter said because she deserved to know since she was helping me work through all this shit. And right now, she was a very important person in my life, and she had almost lost her life because of me.
Even though Rebel was in danger, I was very much a bastard and refused to let her go. If I could overcome the challenges of the past, I saw a promising future with her. She possessed a fiery spirit, sharp intellect, captivating beauty, and embodied everything I desired in a woman. If I died trying, I would do everything in my power to keep her from experiencing the same fate as Dani. Which brought me here.
