Page 68 of Falling for the Wife

“You once said you loved me.”

Her hardened eyes narrowed into cutting slits, murderous. “I was lying! I say that to every man I’m with at the moment. I don’t mean anything by it. And with you—well, since you caught me as Lexi, I thought it’d make my story more believable…more relatable. It’s nothing serious.”

“I see.” Her venomous words seeped into my veins, poisoning my mood and clearheadedness. It clouded my judgment and whatever else I ought not to name. “So, if I go outside and shag one of the stewardesses, you won’t care.”

She unceremoniously gasped, horrorstruck.“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I don’t joke, especially not when my cock’s ready to fuck.”

“Go!” she urged rancorously. “I dare you!GO!” she screamed into my expressionless face as hot tears spilled down her face. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do anymore!”

Rolling on top of her naked body, I pinned her down. “Are those tears of joy, Gisele?” I spitefully continued down the destructive path, desperate to wound her just as much she had me.

“Fuck you, Jared!” she savagely roared as she tried to shove me off her naked form, but to no avail. “You’re going to regret this. I hate you. I fucking hate you!”

“You still love me.” As I confirmed my suspicion with a faint whisper, her guarded reaction slipped, showing me the pain she beautifully hid behind those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes of hers.

“Fuck you!” she bellowed with might.

Very well, kitten. As you wish.

Pinning her supple body, my mouth found her exposed skin before I harshly bit down her neck, hard, making her scream in earnest while simultaneously pulling my pants down. In one quick motion, I rapidly thrust into her snug hole, making us groan in blissful unison.

“Is this what you want, sweet wife?” I gritted out as I rapaciously took hold of her arse, opening her wider to accommodate my size, taking more of me. “Is this what you’ve been begging for?”

She sobbed before rasping out a weak, “Yes.”

“Open up to me,” I demanded as I splayed her open, my cock delving deeper into her snug passage. “That’s it,” I urged, out of my mind as her tightness expanded to receive me. Upon reaching a barrier, I kept sliding in and out of her cunt, coaxing the hindrance to open for me. Each time I pressed against it, it suctioned my cockhead as I pried it open before closing in on me again. Fevered, my slowed speed picked up pace, plunging deeply, harshly into her tunnel. “Wider. Open up for me, kitten. That’s it. That’s it, babe. Take me in. Take all of me into your tight cunt.”

“Jared…fuck…slow down…please,” she choked out with a sob, shaking lightly from my pressured intrusion into her untouched depths. “Oh, God. You’re so big. Don’t go too deep. Careful!”

Needing to reassure her, my lips feverishly brushed hers, but she remained unresponsive, stiff as a board against my warm, obliging lips. “Kiss me back, damn you!” I shrilled, infuriated at her stubbornness as I halted all movements while I gazed down at the minx. Fiercely. Passionately. “Do you want me to stop? Just say the word. I won’t touch you again.” I meant it, too. If this was what she intended for our weekend to be like, I wanted no part of it. I wanted her all—her entire surrender—and this…This half-hearted attempt wouldn’t suffice.

“From the start, you’ve been so cruel to me.” She looked away, her pussy tightening around my girth. “Why do you torture me so much?”

Her sullen state made me feel like a monster. “I’m never this cruel...” But how could I explain it to her when I couldn’t even define the insanity wracking through me each time she and I were in the same room? “You drive me mental. You’ve plagued me every single day. It’s quite disconcerting. I don’t know…I honestly don’t know. When it comes to you, everything’s just plain mental.” I had begun to pull out when her hand gripped my hip, halting me.

“Don’t,” she pleaded, reaching for me. With her soft palm cradling my cheek, I succumbed to her warmth and everything else she was offering. “But do take me slow. I beg you. If you go any faster, you’re going to split me in two. So, please, fuck me with care. Look at me, hold me, gently make love to me, Jared.”

Without breaking away, her hungered lips clashed against mine again, blindingly addicted.

So, we did. Slowly, unhurriedly, we made love just as she had asked until I reached into her womb, taking all of my entirety with slow certainty. We mated for hours on end. We were insatiable. Untamable. It was as if all the bottled-up emotions we’d had through the months climaxed, and the only way we could communicate it was through our fevered mating.

Even after hours of hedonistically savoring her, it wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot. I needed more, so much more. Would the fire be quenched once the weekend was over? I hadn’t a clue.

We had about an hour before we were scheduled to land in Tokyo. I knew I ought to wake her, but for some reason, I held back, needing a few more minutes with her. Spent from our session, Gisele slept in my arms with her head on my chest, dozing off soundly.

Like flashbacks, the events jogged through my mind. It seemed our conflicts were mostly all based on sex and jealousy. Quite frankly, I was beginning to wonder if I was able to keep my end of the bargain—leaving her after this trip.

Being with her…It never failed to impart a great sense of contentment. It was rather bizarre. A few months back, it used to place me in limbo. But things had drastically transformed since. Today, however, I grasped the gravity of its purpose.

Ever since moving to San Francisco, I had breezed through life, living daily with one thing on my mind—work and more work. Even during sex, I fucked hard, rough, and fast. It was always about the race to completion, never once stopping to smell the roses, so to speak.

But with Gisele, my routine had altered. Albeit, not so impactful by any stretch, but it was something to dwell upon. This notable change stunned me remarkably.

Basking in her warmth, time started to slow down, and I could actually savor the little things I used to not care about…like right this instance. I was not one to stay in bed when there was so much work to be done. This was the first time in my life I felt idle, and what was more alarming was there wasn’t even a trace of guilt about it. In the back of my mind, I was fairly convinced my idleness would be costly once I opened my flooded emails, but what the hell? I deserved a moment’s reprieve to relish this time with my wife.

My wife.

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