Page 8 of Dead Bled Ringer
Imagine fucking anyone else when you had Angel waiting for you at home
“None of your fucking business,” he replied with a grunt. “Just get your cock out and follow these instructions. Be as rough with her as you want. I haven’t fucked her in a few weeks, she’ll probably be ready to choke on it.”
Bitter bile bubbled in my throat, threatened to spill from my lips.
I couldn’t reply. It was all I could do to keep my hands in my work pants, instead of around his throat choking the life out of him.
He shoved a list of Angel’s desires across the table and I felt my cock twitch violently.
It would be such abetrayalof her, such a violation of her trust, to hunt and stalk her while all the time she was thinking I was her husband.
But what other choice did I have? I didn’t know how many copies of that goddamn video he had. How many places it was stored online.
“What if she figures out it isn’t you?”
“She won’t,” Henry said. “So go find a ski mask and make sure it seems real.”
“Fine.”
“Want her to give you a blowjob before you go?” he asked, nodding down at where the pretty dark-haired woman was eagerly licking up and down his cock.
“No,” I said, my stomach heaving. “I’m not into fucking college interns.”
Henry only laughed.
“Iknowwho you’re into. So here’s your chance, you pervert. You better do a good job.”
I should’ve put the mask back on, I shouldn’t have buried my head in her neck, I definitely shouldn’t have kissed her.
Because those were all things I would have done if she wasmine. Not in love with my scumbag brother.
But I couldn’t stop, didn’t realize the danger when her slim fingers pulled at my shirt.
I was too full of the sensations of my naked bare cock inside her, the way her cunt gripped my entire length every time I dragged my dick in and out of her soaking wet channel.
So I was fucking lust-drunk on my brother’s wife when she screamed.
“Hunter?Hunter! Get thefuckoff me!”
My mouth was still on her throat, gently sucking, my tongue flicking at her overheated skin.
Shit
I raised my head, meeting her eyes as the moonlight sliced across her face.
“What are youtalkingabout? I’m your husband.”
She twisted her body and slammed her hand on the switch, flooding the shed with bright fluorescent light.
“Get off me!”
Raising myself up on my elbow, I reluctantly pulled out. My cock came out of her with an obscenely wet and dripping noise, emerging from her body slick and covered with our releases.
“You’re such a disgusting fucking scumbag!” she cried, scooting desperately back on that beautiful plump ass. Cum dripped out of her delicious pussy before she yanked her panties and silky pajama bottoms up over the evidence of our dirty feral fuck.
A desperate, weak fear gripped me, but my brain was buzzing too hard to think clearly.
“It was just—just a joke.”
