Page 40 of Explode
“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you so much,” I breathed against her mouthbefore licking her lips.
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” she hissed. “Just fuck me.”
Who was I to argue with my wife? I pushed her dress up and slid herpanties to one side, and with one brutal thrust, I was inside her.
My beautiful Star was soaked, ready and waiting for me like shealways was. She could pretend she hated me, but her body betrayed her. She could be mad all she liked, but there was no denying the physical reaction she had to me, and I would use that to my advantage. If I had to fuck her until she forgave me, then so be it.
We groaned in unison at how fucking good it felt. Her tight cuntgripped my cock, and after being deprived of her for six months, I felt like a starving man finally getting a feast.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, Star,” I said as I found my rhythm,thrusting into her. Her hips ground in time with me, and with every thrust, the dresser banged against the wall. At this rate, every person in the entire Bianchi mansion would know I was fucking my wife, but I couldn’t have cared less.
“I told you, shut up, and fuck me harder.” She tugged my hair beforemeeting my mouth with hers.
Happy to oblige, I slipped out of her, pulled her off the dresser, andspun her around. Pushing her forward so she was leaning over the dresser, I kicked her legs apart and thrust back inside her. I wound her hair around my knuckles and pulled her so her back was arched, and her hands gripped the edge of the table to hold herself steady. With my other hand, I gripped her hip tightly, making sure to leave my prints on her delicate skin.
I wanted this moment to last forever, but I was powerless to slow itdown. Riley’s warm pussy convulsed around me, and it felt too damn good.
It didn’t matter that this was going to be a quick fuck. Now I wasinside her again, surely she’d remember how fucking good we were together and come home with me. Then I could spend hours worshiping her body like I’d intended to in the first place.
I thrust harder as she cried out for more, the dresser thudding loudlyfrom where I pounded into her.
“Fuck, yes,” she cried throwing her head back, and I couldn’t stopmyself. I clamped my teeth down on her delicate neck and sucked. Riley needed to wear my mark. I wanted everyone to know I had reclaimed my wife, and not just with the ring she still wore on her finger.
Her pussy began to tighten around my cock, and I knew I couldn’thold back for much longer, I was ready to explode inside her.
Freeing her hair, I pushed her shoulders so her chest was lying flatagainst the dresser, her nails digging into the old oak wood. I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her pussy clamped down around me as she cried with her release. The feeling of her juices gushing around me was enough to push me over the edge, and with another thrust, I spilled my load.
I stayed inside her as we both took a minute to regain our breath. Herhands were still gripping the dresser, and I leaned over her to kiss the spot where I had marked her.
“Come home with me, Star,” I whispered.
Her body tensed before she pushed up, giving me no choice but tostep back, and as I did, my cock and our combined release slid out of her. She spun around, her face devoid of any emotions as she straightened her panties and dress, before turning and giving me her back.
“Baby?” I questioned as I put my cock away and zipped my pants.
“Leave me alone, Kai,” she said quietly, but I didn’t miss the regret inher voice. Regret for what we’d just done, and fuck, that hurt. I didn’t do well with being hurt. Not emotionally anyway. Her words cut deep, deeper than Hendrix’s bullets could have ever penetrated.
“If you think I’m leaving you here now, Riley, you’ve got another thingcoming,” I said, letting her hear how fucking serious I was. She was out of her fucking mind if she thought I was going to walk away. Not now I was a step closer to getting her back.
She spun around, tears welling in her eyes, adding to the painalready pumping through me.
“Just leave me the fuck alone!” she roared, her words ricocheting offevery surface in the room.
“Riley-” That was as far as I got before the door slammed open andRafe stormed in, thinking he was some kind of fucking savior.
He barged past me to take his place in front of my wife as if sheneeded protection from me. To rub salt into the wound, Riley cowered behind him.
My eyes narrowed on the little prick.
“You heard her, get the fuck out of here,” he snarled. The threat inhis tone was unmissable.
“Or what?” I said, stepping forward menacingly. I had no fucking cluewho he thought he was trying to stop me from taking my wife home. If he thought he had a chance with her, he had another thing coming. He’d find himself missing both hands if he dared to touch her.
But then the little punk did something that signed his deathcertificate.
He pulled his gun out and pointed it at me.
“You really want to find out?”
