Page 49 of Falling for the Wife

Unshed tears rimmed my eyes. But this time, I didn’t hide from his loathing eyes. I matched him squarely, showing a little pride even though his words had diminished most of it. I stood proud, bearing my hurt with dignity. “You’ve shown no regard for my feelings. If you find it hilarious, laugh all you want, but don’t do it in my presence. So, I’m leaving. I have a party to attend. It is, after all, my birthday. Thank you for the tears and belittling me. I’ll never forget it.”

His eyes flickered back and forth, searching, probing something on my face before his face began to soften. Although, he hadn’t let go of me. “I came here with good intentions. I’m to drop your present off and inform you on the Japan deal, but when you came out—”

I brazenly placed a finger on his lips, halting him from finishing his sentence. His words wounded me, and to suffer another barrage of them would surely put me on a crying spree all night. My friends took great effort in throwing me a party. I couldn’t miss it because I’d be too depressed to even walk out the door. “You’ve said enough, Jared. I don’t want to hear any more. Ican’ttake any more. I apologize for ruining your night, but please, let me go.”

Our eyes clashed. The pressure in his hand hadn’t lessened, but I still tried to yank it away from his grip, again to no avail.

“Jared,” I hissed when another effort failed to free me from his hold. My struggle merely brought him closer to me. His body caged me in. He surrounded me to the point where if I dared move, I’d inevitably brush his face, and I couldn’t afford to be mocked again tonight. So, I endured him while wordlessly wishing he’d come to his senses and leave me to my own devices. Being this close to him brought so many memories. He smelled the same—aftershave with musky notes of sandalwood, a trace of bergamot, and a hint of citrus. My body instantly went into sensory overload. I was brought back to a time when he and I would cuddle and laugh, to the time when adoration held me in those beautiful eyes. Nostalgia gripped me. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but somehow, my lips brushed against his. And instead of rejecting me, Jared thrust me harder against the wall before his mouth collided with mine, kissing me no holds barred.

I made a stifled cry, involuntarily parting my legs as he roughly ground his hardness against my aroused loins.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he declared in between frenzied kisses, annihilating me whole.

Those words were a balm to my heart. All the insults he had hurled at me earlier were long forgotten after hearing him say how much he had missed me.

Basking in ultimate euphoria, my hands impulsively headed straight to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping until they landed on the floor. Boxer briefs came next. His monstrous fat cock sprung free, poking me in my stomach. Deepening our kiss, I clutched onto him as my leg latched on his hip, desperate for him. Guiding his enormous pole into my heat, my fingers nudged the thong aside so the head was situated on my clit. We both moaned the second his hips propelled forward, ramming his cock farther, grazing my hot button. His arm slid underneath my leg, lifting it higher over his shoulder, parting my legs wider for better access. Potent lust soared through my body as I begged for release. My hand gripped the back of his head as our tongues battled, our sexes engaged uncontrollably. I was over the moon, moaning and groaning until his dick slipped into my entrance, making me scream cold murder. The unendurable pain seized me blind. I couldn’t breathe. All I could feel was the excruciating pinpricks stabbing and throbbing in my pussy.

My eyes frantically dropped below. His length was hardly inside and I could barely handle it—just like the first time.

“Jared, it hurts,” I griped, shivering as he continued kissing me, whispering assurances that he wouldn’t go any farther.

“Keep kissing me. It’ll feel better soon. I promise I won’t go any deeper than this.”

I made a reluctant nod, unsure about the subsiding pain resurfacing again once he continued stretching me. “Be gentle, even for a short while…”

He answered with his lips. Though his momentum slowed down, he didn’t pressure my constricted canal to take all of him. Minutes passed, and my body began to relax, quite accepting, accommodating his gentle prodding. I understood what he meant with experienced women. He didn’t have to deal with nuisances such as this. Gentle wasn’t a word to be associated with Jared when it came to sex. It was no wonder he wasn’t predominantly enticed getting physical with me. Sure, he found me attractive, but the idea of an inexperienced woman with unsophisticated skills in seduction left an unpalatable impression.

Although, right this instant, those qualms were abated, solely focusing on the mounting hunger his concise plunges did to me. Body yielding, it became tuned in to his desires, his wishes. It welcomed him slowly, inch by inch, my essence fluidly coating my passage, guiding him deeper as he consciously sought more of my depths.

“May I?” he grunted out, neck muscles gravely straining from withholding himself from limitless carnal exploration.

A sheen of sweat coated his forehead. I tenderly caressed it as our lips brushed softly, leisurely. Heavily gasping, I felt wholly entwined with him. Right here, with him intensely burrowed deep within my body, within the depths of my heart, I was his and he was mine. The past and the future were no longer relevant; only the present mattered.

Gray orbs bored into ardent blues, passionately seeking him, willingly ready to surrender it all to him—the man I loved, the man I vowed as mine, my husband. “I can handle you now…there’s no need to suppress your appetite. Take as much as you want to satisfy yourself. My body belongs to you.”

A guttural beastly sound rumbled in his chest as his hand held me firmly, primed to plunder and pillage until a sudden loud knock occurred, stilling us both.

“Gi?” Wyatt’s voice came through the door. “Are you ready, beautiful?”

While my eyes veered towards the door, fearing Wyatt might barge in any second, Jared appeared unperturbed. However, his eyes remained glued to my face, scrutinizing every flicker of emotion running through me.

Timidly licking my lips, I nervously cleared my throat before struggling to sound jovially collected. “I need more time. Wait for me downstairs. I should be ready soon.”

Jared’s cock expanded inside me, inadvertently making me groan in earnest.

“Don’t take additional effort in making yourself look extra hot, or I won’t be able to promise to behave myself tonight,” he chuckled before hollering he’d meet me downstairs once I was primed and ready.

There should’ve been a little guilt dismissing Wyatt, but none came. Jared had been silent all this time; however, I didn’t have the courage meet his eyes. Words would cheapen the moment after Wyatt’s intrusion, so I thought it best to simply kiss him again. And when Jared responded in the same desperate, fevered urgency, I became lost in his passion. His tongue plundered into my mouth, fraught with yearning and unbridled need. He felt like a man about to unleash his wrath upon me and my willing body.

His mouth locked on me savagely as his hand wrapped around my neck while he tilted my chin to meet his feral tongue lashings, devouring my swollen lips, giving me no room to breathe, think, or feel anything but him. He dominated my senses, usurping every thought, rhyme, and reason, masterfully vanishing them as he commanded me to worship him, to be enslaved only to him and him alone. My world became his to rule. His needs became my law, my purpose.

Exerting sheer strength, he callously drove his cock into me, impaling the monstrous size into my tightness. The severity of his force as he executed it into my core, surging into my gut, took the air out of my lungs. Fervid lust seized him as he fiercely thrust in and out of my hole, surrendering to baser instincts, mating and breeding like animals. Blinded by the need to possess my body, a sob barely left my lips when he tipped my body, angling it acutely so my upper back was heavily propped against the wall while my nether region was widely exposed for more of his savage exploitation.

“Jared, fuck, slow down!” A shiver ran through me as I gasped for air. The look on him told me he was about to pillage my pussy for all that it was worth.

He stilled for a second as he gazed down on me. The crazed look in his eyes hadn’t melted away; it had merely become pronounced as he took me in and saw the apprehension in my eyes. “How often does he fuck you?”

Wyatt? He was asking about Wyatt…or Jack?

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