Page 22 of Faithless

The sight of it makes the pressure build again. I slam into her tight heat again and again. “You take my cock so well, my little whore.”

“Oh!” she whimpers.

I grit my teeth as I slam into her in quick, jerking bursts, and the slickness on my cock makes a smacking sound. “Beautiful girl, come for me.”

The pace of her fingers grows faster, and she cries out. “Mark!”

“Fuck, yes! Your pussy is clenching around me. I’m going to fill you with my come!”

Pleasure crashes over me, and I let out a roar as I smack into her again and again. Oh God, her pussy is heaven.

She’s heaven.

* * *

Whitney

* * *

He grunts as his cock slips out of me, and now that our heated fuck session is over, ice is forming in my heart.

This is always the worst part.

He’s hot for me in bed, and then he slips back into coldness.

A loud slap resounds through the room just before a prickling heat spreads over my ass, but I feel it from a distance. “Alright, my little whore.” His rough fingers slip between my legs. “Why don’t we hop in the shower together? My come is dripping down your thigh. Fuck, I love it.”

He laughs, and a chill runs down my spine. Did he ever really love me? Or was it always only this? Dominance.

Owning me.

He pats my ass once more before turning around and walking away.

“No.”

His footsteps stop, and I hear him turn around. “It’s going to ruin your pretty panties.”

“Mark, I won’t ever take a shower with you again. This is over.”

Without seeing his expression, I feel the rage forming in his veins. I can almost see it like smoke drifting through the air.

“Whitney…” His voice is soft.

“No argument. It’s over.”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “We’ll go back to marriage counseling. I’ll let you rip into me for all the years I humiliated you.”

Humiliated. I could almost laugh at his choice of word. What a foolish man. He thinks it’s my pride he hurt and not my heart.

“No.”

“Whitney.” The word is delivered through clenched teeth. “I’m not giving you an option.”

“I’m not giving you an option.”

His footsteps pound in my direction, and he grabs me by the arms, whipping me around to face him. “You are mine. I won’t let you go. I’ll make this divorce hell for you.”

I glare up at him. “It couldn’t be any worse than the last fifteen years.”

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