Page 22 of Pieces of Us

I bit the inside of my jaw trying to believe my husband wouldn’t hurt me, but something new was nagging at me. I wasn’t stupid.

He was trying to make this seem like some brotherly shit, but the way he was talking didn’t quite register for him to be talking to a man that way. Even the way he looked at me when he saw me burst in the room didn’t measure up.

Just trust him, Morgan. He loves you.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

“Because you were on a rampage. I know how you get when you’re mad. I had to do something to stand my ground with you.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to fight with you. I’ll ease up on my doubts, but you need to start spending more time with us. I miss us.”

“Once I score this client, I promise I’m going to take you and the girls on vacation wherever you all want to go once Meg gets out of school next month.”

“Yeah, okay,” I replied, moving to leave before he caught my arm, lifted me on the dresser, and began sucking on my neck.

My nipples instantly became erect as my yoni felt the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm.

“Just—”

“Shhh, I know why you’re mad, baby. I’ve been neglecting her, but I’ma take care of her real quick, then fuck you all night.”

Those words melted my resolve. Maybe I was bitchy because he wasn’t having sex with me. It’d been a month. Why wouldn’t I believe he was having sex with someone else?

A moan escaped my lips as he captured them into his mouth. My legs spread open wider, giving him more access. His fingers swiped over my clit, and my body jerked slightly.

“Oh!” I yelped.

“Mmhmm. Put him where you want him, baby.”

I lifted my legs, slid his briefs down with my feet, and grabbed ahold of him, putting him where I wanted him. He teased my entrance a little before slamming into me. My hand covered my mouth to stop the scream that erupted from me.

“Shit, Justin,” I hissed through my teeth, grabbing his ass, trying to push him further inside of me.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby,” he whispered before sucking my neck.

My hips rotated as he began driving his hips faster, while pulling my head back. I was trying to keep quiet. Although I didn’t think the girls could hear us, I still didn’t want them to walk back here and hear their mother yelling for their father to fuck me.

“Yesss! Shit! Yes!” I quietly yelled.

Justin wrapped his arms around my thighs and continued to scratch the itch that I had been dying to get scratched.

“Shit, baby. I’m about to cum.”

“No. Don’t cum yet…Just a little longer,” I begged.

“I…can’t…hold…it,” he said with each thrust as he came inside of me.

Disappointment flooded me, but I kept my cool as he pulled out of me.

“My bad, baby. I couldn’t hold it. Your shit is so tight and warm.”

Yeah, yeah. Get away from me now,I thought, pushing back gently.

“I promise we’re going to finish later.”

“Okay,” I replied, sliding off the dresser and going to the bathroom down the hall to clean myself up.

I didn’t know how to feel in this moment. All I knew was my nagging ass subconscious was telling me one thing—He’s cheating.

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