Page 50 of Falling for the Wife

“You mean Wyatt?” I fretfully asked. His feral face merely darkened at the mention of my lover. “I haven’t…yet.”

An animalistic growl wrenched out of his throat. “Don’t lie to me. The security footage caught his head in between your legs before you led him here to this blasted bedroom! Don’t play me for an idiot. Your cunt easily gives in when horny.” A rough hand captured my chin, and enraged blue eyes pinned me, potent fury lurking in their depths. “How many times have you shared this tight body, Gisele?”

So, the cameras were working, after all. I had thought for a moment they weren’t functioning properly. He had caught on quickly, and based on his reaction, he was beyond pissed. He was perfectly fine continuing his trysts with Rose, but when it came to me and my body, Jared felt inclined to demand answers. He countlessly rejected me, so again, why should it matter?

I had meant to voice out the question lingering in my mind, too, but the severe expression on his face halted me from spouting it off. “Tonight—I had planned to give him my body tonight…after the party.”

“How will you achieve that if your cunt is leaking with my nut after I’m done with you?” he viciously spat at me. “Will you not care if he tastes you with my cream dripping out of your used cunt?”

Aghast, I was left to wonder why he was being so crude and brutal. Had it not been him proposing such notions before? Had it not been him encouraging me to date other men? At first, I was truly against it, but Wyatt already knew me. There was no need for false pretenses. Wyatt knew I was in love with Jared. So, when he broached the subject of “helping to distract me” with his skilled expertise, it was difficult to turn him down. Desperate as I was to forget about Jared even for a short time, I caved in to what brokenhearted women did to alleviate their ache—another man’s touch.

But seemingly, the man who caused my despair saw it otherwise. “I’m not going to. I won’t go through with it anymore.”

He remained unconvinced. His cock pulsated inside of me before he ruthlessly shoved his hip, making the tip go painfully past the opening of my cervix as he wrathfully gazed down on me like some darkened knight meaning to cause destruction. Nostrils flaring, he gritted his teeth, merciless as ever. “You swore this body belongs to me, yet you freely give it away to any man licking your cunt. Is that the kind of woman you are, sweet wife?”

His dark, unforgiving demeanor made me tremble and aroused me simultaneously. There was no mistaking it; he was jealous. So, he lashed out, punishing me the best way he knew how, the perfect tactic he conquered seamlessly—by letting his cock exact revenge on my body. This was why he came here today. Not because it was my birthday, but this…branding me as his, marking his territory.

Jared had no need for such measures. “I love no other man but you,” I bravely stated again, hoping my words would get through his stubborn head. “No more guys, I promise. From now on, I’m exclusively yours.”

He unabashedly scowled at me. “Oh, how sweetly you lie to me.”

Without any warning, Jared lifted my body with my back still leaning against the wall while his cock gave limitless access to my depths. My arms clung onto his neck as I gazed upon my dark knight, ready for him to conquer me. Grip secured on my hips, he thrust roughly, penetrating farther than before, reaching the deepest recesses of my womb. I felt his monstrous girth expanding my insides, my body straining, shifting to accommodate his demanding size.

“You’re a fucking beast. You’re splitting me open,” I wailed, momentum picking up speed, relentlessly punishing me with his manhood as he ceaselessly slammed into my swollen walls.

“I’m coming inside you,” he harshly grunted out, fucking in and out my pussy as he hammered me into the wall.

Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard him say to me.

My reply was lost on me as our lips met, kissing feverishly, effectively muffling our grunts and moans as we came apart together. We clung onto each other as he gradually lowered my body, but his cock stayed lodged, throbbing in my thighs.

Cupping my face, he chastely kissed my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose before brushing a soft one on my swollen lips. “Happy birthday, wife,” he murmured with a smile. “Your gift is on your side table. Open it first thing tomorrow.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything—this…” I made an emphasis by constricting my vaginal muscles, choking his girth as he groaned in pure ecstasy. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. You—justyou…It’s all I’ll ever crave, and it’s all I’ll ever need.”

“You’re quite easy to please. I love that about you.”

His half-mast length began to grow again. I didn’t stop him when he lifted my leg as he devoured my lips, aiming for another round. His lovemaking wasn’t as rough, but the intensity persisted. We were bewitched, clinging, kissing, mad for each other. I had given him my all, countering his movements just as passionately. Lacking words, Jared showed my body just how greatly he wanted me. I clung on to that hope, believing there may be a future for us someday.

After loading his semen into my womb for the second time, I peered at him with a half-lidded gaze, drunk off his passion. “When do I get to see you again?”

He tenderly caressed my cheek before dipping his head close to my ear, licking my lobe. “You’ll see me when we leave for Tokyo.”

He was serious, too. Headquarters was fifteen minutes away. Surely, he could spare time to drop by to say hello, or was that too much for him? “Why so long?” I cautiously probed.

His tongue hadn’t strayed from my ear when he panted out his answer. “Because each time I see you,thisis all I want to do.” His cock remained glued in my passage, seemingly at home enveloped in my wet warmth.

“I don’t mind it. I encourage you to indulge as much as you desire.” I grinned, sated in post-coital bliss.

“Don’t tempt me for a third round. You have a party to attend.” He groaned, madly grinning as he playful bit my ear. “I’ll take the side exit so I don’t have to run into your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

As he brought his face close to mine, something flashed in his eyes, meticulously analyzing me.

Ignoring his probing eyes, I bit my lip as I coquettishly pressed my breasts against his chest, making sure my nipples brushed against his torso before bringing my lips close to his ear. “Are you sure you don’t want to continue this…” I murmured seductively, dangling my bait, hoping to lure him to indulge in the pleasure of my body soon.

“We can’t. You know I can’t,” he replied with a strangled voice, battling his inner demons.

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