Page 53 of Rebound

“I agree.” I give Pete a fist bump.

And that’s how dinner goes. Seth treats it like a restaurant and takes our orders. Pete and I request steak and shrimp. He makes that for us and Jasmine, but he makes chicken, steak, and shrimp for himself.

“I want chicken,” I say. I swipe a piece off his plate, and it’s delicious, so I take another. He doesn’t try and stop me. In fact, he feeds me another piece himself.

“I think this is what Chastain was talking about one time. His wife will either say she’s not hungry or will get her own meal but will end up eating most of his.” He snorts. “I don’t know if I believe the part about her eating most of his. He eats faster than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Whatever,” I say as I swipe another piece of chicken.

“Yeah, Sethie. That’s how women are. Remember that,” Pete says. “And let her have whatever she wants.”

“Nom nom,” Jasmine says with a mouth full of food.

“Yeah, thanks for the tip, Dad,” Seth says.

Pete gives Seth a thumbs up, but I think that’s because he doesn’t pick up on Seth’s sarcastic tone. I elbow Seth in the ribs, and he snorts. He rolls his eyes when I look at him.

While Pete is distracted by Jasmine, Seth leans down and whispers in my ear, “What the hell does he know about women?” That question is followed by another eye roll. “A big fat nothing, that’s what.”

I leave Pete and Jasmine in the living room. He’s built this elaborate fort of blankets. Underneath it, he has sleeping bags for him and Jasmine. He says once she falls asleep, he’ll go to the couch since he’s too old to sleep on the floor. Jasmine barely looks at me when I say goodnight. Her eyes are glued to the cartoon on the television. Pete waves me off and tells me they’ll be fine, so I go upstairs to the masterbedroom.

“Gotcha,” Seth says as he comes charging after me. I’m so shocked, I have no time to run. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off my feet. I start to fight him and realize how strong he is. He laughs at my escape attempts as he brings me to the bed, lifts me high, and drops me.

He dives on top of me before I can catch my breath.

“Why the hell are you naked?” I ask when I realize he has no clothes on. He starts to nibble the side of my neck while he pulls down my pajama shorts at the same time.

“I’m about to sink into that fat juicy pussy,” he says, and I do a faux gasp. He manages to pull off my shorts and panties at the same time.

“You are so uncouth. Like a wild animal,” I say while moving my neck to give him better access.

Instead of answering, he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it to the floor. He puts my arms above my head and holds them together with one of his huge hands. He leaves my neck and takes a hard nipple between his teeth and pulls.

“I’ll show you an animal.” He lets go of my arms and turns me onto my stomach. He grabs my hips and lifts me. When my ass is sticking in the air, he slaps it.

“Ouch,” I say, but I love the feeling. When he hits me, it sends jolts to my aching greedy pussy.

“That’s such a fake ouch,” he says before hitting me again. Then I feel his mouth on my ass. I sigh when he kisses it, but that’s short-lived. He sinks his teeth into my flesh next, and that feels better than the slap.

“Oh. Um, you rabid dog,” I say with a giggle. My giggles turn to laughter when he starts to bark. The bark turns into a loud howl. “Shut up. Your dad will hear us,” I whisper.

“So. He better not come up here to check.” He bites me again. “But his social cues are all out of whack, so he might. And he’s gonna get quite the eyeful because I’m ready to fuck.”

“Now is not the time to be talking about him,” I moan, eager for him to either bite or slap my ass again.

He does neither. He slides a finger inside my wet pussy, and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.

“So wet,” he moans. I feel his body on my back. He spreads my legs and rubs the tip of his dick through my slit. He swipes it up and down, driving me nearly insane. “Tell me you want it inside of you,” he orders.

“Will you just hurry up and give it to me, you egomaniac?” I state.

“Nope.” Another hard slap on my ass. “Tell me you want it.”

“Like you don’t want it. Just shut up and put it in, Whorekowski.”

“I do want it. Now, you tell me how muchyouwant it,Whorekowski.” When I remain quiet, he starts to pull away. I’d rather cut off my tongue before saying those words, but my body is primed and ready. Having gone all this time without sex, I’m not about to let pride get in the way. Besides, he’s my husband.

“I want it. Happy now, jerk?” I take his hand and pull him closer. I sigh when I feel the thick head of his dick near my entrance, but then he pulls away, and I groan. A mere second later though, he flips me over onto my back, and I feel his tongue on my clit. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I moan. I throw my head back, reach between my legs, and rub the top of his head. “Good boy,” I joke. “Lick that pussy.”

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