Page 37 of Kayden: The Past
“Oh my fucking God,” she yelled.
“You feel my cock inside you?” I asked, slamming into her so hard the top of her head hit the armrest.
“Yes,” she moaned, drawing out the s.
“I want you to feel me for days.” I pulled her hair back, causing her eyes to look right into mine. “I want you to remember my cock inside you forever. You’ll never get cock as good or anyone who will fuck you as hard and long as I do.”
I pumped faster, faster than I thought I had in me. I was propelled by anger and vengeance at this point. It would be the last time I’d have my wife. “I want your pussy swollen, and you to think of only me.”
“Fucker,” she screamed as I slammed into her pussy one last time before pulling out and spilling onto her back. She didn’t deserve to have my come inside her, and I didn’t need the possibility of a surprise pregnancy either. I watched as it slid down her skin while I climbed off the couch.
Her body swayed back and forth as she tried to get off the couch. “Thanks for the pussy, babe.” I pulled on my pants as she stood glaring at me.
“You hurt me, bastard.” She touched herself and winced.
“I didn’t hear you tell me to stop.” I buttoned my jeans and grabbed my shirt off the floor, pulling it over my head.
“I hate you.” She stood there naked, looking like a lost puppy. She was torn; I could see it in her eyes. There was hatred there, certainly no love, but I fucked her so good that the lust still burned in her gaze.
“Feeling's mutual.” I opened the front door, and I could hear her screaming as I shut it behind me. I walked out of Danielle’s life that day. I didn’t even show up for court when the day arrived. The divorce would go through either way, and I didn’t need the reminder of what I’d lost.
