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Ismiled.
"You know he has four wives," Paul said matter-of-factly.
"No. I didn't know that." I gripped the steering wheel withonehand.
"Yeah. I don't know how he does it. I have a hard enough time keeping one womanhappy."
I bit my tongue and kept mymouthshut.
He turned as if reading my thoughts. "I know it seems like we are living two separate lives lately. I'm sorry, but I'm going to do better. We are going to get back to how we used to be," Paul said and squeezedmyhand.
I nodded as we pulled into the parkinggarage.
We got out of the car and rode the elevator to ourfloor.
I opened the door and stepped in. Before I could drop the keys on the table, Paul grabbed me around the waist and pulled metohim.
"God, you are so beautiful. I want you so bad." Paulgrowled.
He pushed my hair off my neck and kissed me, trailing his tongue upanddown.
It sent a shiver down myspine.
His hands groped me, pinching my nipples through myshirt.
I groaned, and my bodyshuddered.
"You like that?" heasked.
He pinchedharder.
I moaned again. God, it felt good to be handled for achange.
Paul walked me into thebedroom.
I reached behind me and grabbedhiscock.
He was hard. He pushed me down on the bed and kneeled on the bed between my legs. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties down. He ran a finger through my slit and found my center. He shoved his finger in and pumped it a few times hardandfast.
"Is that how you like it?" he said and continued to finger me. His movements were frantic. He asked the questions but didn't wait for myanswer.
"Paul," I saidhisname.
He didn't hear me. He removed his fingers and wiped his hands on the bedspread like they were dirty. He grabbed my hips and flippedmeover.
"Get on yourknees."
I looked back at him as his hand came up. The pain registered a full five-seconds after the sound hit my ears. He slapped my ass, hard and allwrong.
"Paul, what the fuck?" I flippedaround.
He turned me back over and hit me again.Smack.
"Yeah, talk dirty to me,likethat."
"Paul," I yelled, and he came back to himself. His eyes no longer glossed over. "What are youdoing?"
"What? Isn't that what you like? That BDSM stuff?” heasked.
