Page 30 of The Bloke

She crossed her arms over her chest, now wearing nothing but a black lace thong and cropped tank top.

“I’ve already told you,” I spoke casually, dropping her shorts to the floor, pushing off the bed, and stepping into her. “I live with my wife,” I murmured, gripping her chin and tilting her face to meet mine. “Is that so wrong?”

“N—no… I—” She stammered. Seeing her fight me one second and then become speechless the next was adorable.

I affected her, even if she acted like she hated me. Sienna’s face went flush as she struggled to find the words she had for me. Too bad I wasn’t going to let her find them.

I bit down on my bottom lip as I brought mine to hers to test if she wanted me as badly as I thought she did but hid it behind all her rage.

My lips hovered near hers, just enough to feel her warm breath and smell the salty sweat that kissed her skin. She was intoxicating to be near, and she was all mine.

She licked her lips in response to my nearness, her eyes flicking to mine with a longing sigh.Oh, she was fucking mine.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging her back towards the bed. When my legs bumped up against the mattress, I fell back, pulling her on top to straddle my hips.

“Colby.” She hissed through clenched teeth.

“Come on, love. I know you want to take me for a ride.” I gripped her thighs and thrust my hips upwards. “Fucking use me.”

She whimpered, falling forward, her hands fisting into my T-shirt.

“This means nothing.” Sienna gritted out, her breaths turning into lustful pants.

“Whatever you say, love.” I surrendered.

I’ll let her believe whatever she wants for now.

Happy wife, happy life, and all that shit.

My hand trailed from her ass up her back and gripped the roots at the back of her head; I roughly pulled her face down to mine, devouring her mouth. She moaned, parting her lips, allowing her tongue to play with mine.

Her hips rose, and I felt her shift above me, removing her thong. While she was up, I slid my sweatpants and boxers down my hips and thighs, kicking them to the floor. Neither of us broke our heated kiss.

I stroked my hard cock as she lowered her hips to mine, pressing the head up against her soft, warm cunt. She whimpered into our kiss as I slid myself into her. She was a greatfuck when drunk; I could only imagine how incredible she was when sober.

Once she was fully seated on my cock, she began to rock her hips, and I could tell she was enjoying the feeling of my Jacob’s ladder as it rolled against her, making her purr.

“That’s it, love, look at how perfectly I fit your tight cunt.” I breathed, biting her bottom lip and releasing my hold on her. “Fucking ride me, beautiful.” I groaned, thrusting my hips upwards, encouraging her as she dug her nails into my shirt and chest, letting out a cry as I slapped the side of her upper thigh hard enough to leave a red mark.

I wanted to be rough with my wife, to see just how much she could take.

When Sienna dropped her gaze to meet mine, I could see a storm swirling in her eyes, as if I was staring into the eye of a hurricane. She stopped rolling her hips and leaned down, holding me captive.

“Here’s the thing, sweetheart.” She murmured. “We can do this dance. Fuck around, and pretend we are married. But at the end of the day, I don’t like you, and I sure as fuck won’t love you.” My girl had a bite to her tone and a temper to match.

I could work with her terms. She doesn’t have to love me now, but she would in time.

Chapter 14

Sienna

He had the fuckingaudacity to think he could control me? After all the bullshit I left behind in New York?I don’t fucking think so.He was a total smoke show and had my body begging for every solid inch of him, but there was no chance in hell that I would let him dictate what I did the way my parents once did.

Letting what small amount of rage that was building inside of me take root, I slowly rolled my hips against him, grinding myself down on his hard cock, his piercings rubbing up against the inside of my sensitive cunt. I’ve always heard that hate fucking was fun, and I was ready to find out just how much.

Colby groaned as I moved up and down his rock-hard shaft, my thighs pressing up against his sides for leverage as I continued to ride him, harder and faster, my hands gliding up my body to fist in my hair.

His hands traveled upward from resting on my thighs to grip my waist. They were soft and smooth but also had a subtle roughness that had faded over time. Workers’ hands that softened from a life of luxury.

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