Page 36 of Kayden: The Past
“Lust. Maybe I was infatuated with you.”
“Can I come in so we can talk? I feel like an asshole standing out here having this conversation on your mom’s front porch. I promise to behave. I just need to understand, Danielle.”
She opened the door enough for me to enter and backed away, trying not to get too close. I knew the attraction and pull were still there, that she still lusted after me. I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, and she sat next to me.
“You found someone else?” I wanted to puke asking that question. I hoped it was just a lie that she used to get me to go away.
“Do you really want to know all this?”
I swallowed hard and thought only a moment before answering. “Yes.”
“I did, but I would’ve left with or without that person in my life. I didn’t mean for it to turn into anything. It just happened.”
Again with that motherfucking statement. It just happened. “Cheating doesn’t just happen, Danielle. No man just falls into your pussy by accident.”
“I was in a shitty place after losing the baby,” she said as tears began to prick the corner of her eyes. “Then when you left, I found comfort talking to someone else. It was nice not to have the reminder of what I lost.”
“What we lost.”
“When I’m with you, all I can think about is what could’ve been.”
“We could’ve tried again.”
“I’m not ready to try again. I can’t take the heartbreak.” I reached out and touched her hand, trying to comfort her. The electricity still flowed between us.
“I know, Danielle. I felt every bit of that loss with you. It was my baby, too.” I leaned over and wrapped her in my arms.
She pushed me away, “I’m not yours anymore, Kayden.”
“You’re mine until the judge says otherwise. You’re stillmywife.”
“I’ll file the paperwork. I’ve already talked to a lawyer. I’m sorry, Kayden. We’re just going different ways in life. You need to grow up.”
I didn’t have anything to say to her. I could tell that I wasn’t going to win her back. “Okay, Danielle. I’ll sign whatever you want. I hope he makes you very happy, but I know he won’t love you like I do.” I stood to leave, but a thought came to me. I wanted to ruin her, and I knew just the way to do it. “Where’s your mom?”
“Working.”
“She won’t be showing up and waiting outside for me, will she?”
“Oh no, she’s working until midnight tonight.” Brains weren’t always her strong suit.
She stood and walked me to the door but didn’t open it. I wrapped my arms around her and enveloped her in my scent and warmth. I loved this woman, but she’d wrecked me. As she started to pull away, I grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. I searched them for the love I once saw, and I swore I still could still see it. She didn’t pull away, and her lips parted slightly. One thing Danielle and I always had was a sexual chemistry that couldn’t be matched.
I placed my lips on hers, waiting for her to say no. I pressed my lips harder and ran my tongue along them, looking for the access I wanted so badly. She opened to me and ran her fingers through my hair. I knew if I could only get my lips on her that she couldn’t resist me or the lust that made her say “I do.”
I fisted her hair, guiding her movement. It was a weak spot for her. I commanded her like a puppet on a string. She was mine in this moment. I possessed her mouth and controlled her body with my kiss alone. I backed her up until her legs hit the couch cushions. Her body lowered onto the couch with mine, and I helped her fall gracefully. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it. I broke the kiss, needing the space between us to remove her top.
“This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together, Kayden.” She stared at me as she raised her arms, allowing me to remove her shirt.
“I know. I just want to bury my cock in you one more time. Think of it as a going-away present.” She didn’t respond to my words verbally but began to unbutton my jeans. I removed my shirt and threw it to the ground. “Let me grab the door.” I stood up and watched as she kept her eyes on me and kicked her pants off as I locked the door.
She looked like a wild animal staring at her prey as I walked back to her. She might not love me, but I knew she fucking loved my cock. I stroked it, giving her a little show before I crawled back between her legs, placing my knees on the floor. Her torso was slouched down, and I had perfect access to her beautiful pussy. I grabbed her legs and yanked her body, pulling her closer to my face. I licked my lips before placing them on her. I devoured her. I licked and sucked until her body shook and was covered in perspiration. She lay there like a heap of skin, pliable and sedate.
I crawled up between her legs and ran my cock through her wetness, my saliva and her juices mingling. I crushed my mouth to hers as I rammed my cock into her heat. I was merciless. I wasn’t making love to my wife. I wanted her to feel my cock for days. I pumped into her hard and fierce. I held her legs in the air and spread them as far as they would go without breaking them off her body. I pumped rapidly and didn’t let up. I wanted to get deeper, needed her to feel me at her core. I wanted to bust her cervix.
I turned her over onto her stomach, moving her like a rag doll. She was always putty in my hands. I grabbed her hips and hoisted them in the air. She clung to the couch, knowing what was coming next. I pushed her head down into the couch. I wanted maximum depth.
She was face down, ass up, and I loved the view from above her—her slender waist an hourglass and her skin white as snow against her reddish hair. I wrapped her hair around my hand and fisted it as I stuck my cock inside her. I held her against me like a captive, but a willing one. Her moans grew louder and more intense as her muscles tried to push me out. I held her steady with her hair and slammed into her over and over again.
