Page 88 of Falling for the Wife

Son of a gun. Was she under the influence of some hallucinogen? Because this wasn’t lucid thinking. “I never cheated on you!”

“The hell you didn't! And that bitch gets to have it all!”she callously roared. “I'm going to ruin you. Mark my words, you're going to regret ever fucking with me!”

I tightened my hold just enough to lessen her breath before easing it again. The only time I dared to hold her in such a way was when I was inches deep in her drenched cunt. “Do what you must, Gisele, if it helps you sleep at night.”

The evil woman let out a demonic laugh. “I don't need help to sleep. I have men at my disposal to give me something better than your mechanical fucking!”

My grip increased around her neck as images developed of her with Wyatt and nameless men fucking her senseless in her bed. It endlessly tortured me, and I hated her for planting such a vile thing in my already unsettled mind.

She felt it, too, and it was met with a mocking, cruel laugh. “Typical. You won't respond until it's your manhood being insulted. That’s where the great Sir Genius draws the line.”

Christ. This was demented.

I growled into her face.“Stop demonizing me!”My body roughly shoved her again. The impact made her lose her stance. It parted her thighs, making her skirt ride up. It gave me a full-frontal of her clean, bare, glistening cunt. She was naked underneath. Which of those men she mentioned was she supposed to bare her cunt to after signing our divorce papers? White hot jealousy hopelessly possessed me as I drastically lowered my zipper before I slid into her soaked cunt in one precise thrust. Gisele sharply gasped as if something struck her upon my severe intrusion.

The moment my length was enveloped by her wet warmth, my body let out a violent shudder. I heaved out before my hips pulled back a little then propelled forward, fucking her with all my might. I channeled all of my hate, all of my love, my soul, my bloody fucking purpose into each raging thrust into her sopping cunt.

“I've missed you so much.”

She responded by opening her arms, clinging onto me, and she sought my lips, kissing me senselessly. “Don't stop!” she sobbed. “Baby, come inside me. Fill me with your seed.”

Bloody hell.

“I thought you hated my mechanical fucking?”

“I was lying. I touch myself, wishing it was you inside me.” Her hand gripped my ass, holding me in place as I fucked her harder. “Come to my bed when you need a quick fuck. I promise I won't ever turn you away—”

“Gisele, no.” We were divorcing, and indulging in reckless sex would only muddy the situation. I was not risking her hating me more than she already did.

“We have six months until it finalizes. Why can’t we fuck each other out of our systems?” Her other hand unlatched from my shoulder before it sought in between us, gloriously massaging my scrotum. “I won't have sex with anyone but you. I promise.”

Ecstasy flooded my sack as I tried to keep my orgasm at bay. “Why do you use your body to torture me?” Angry as I was, I still couldn’t resist her. She knew it was effective, too.

“You want this just as much as I do, or you wouldn't be inside me, fucking me into a wall.”

“I do want you.” But it didn’t mean we should keep on being hostile while managing to mate like bloody savages in heat.

“Then come to me tonight. Just think about it, okay? I'll sleep naked so you can come home and have your way with me.”

Christ. Fuck. “No.”

She seductively brushed her lips on my neck, whispering, “Promise me you'll think about it. If you come to me tonight, you'll have my vote.”

Appalled, I frowned at her gorgeous face. “You're blackmailing me.”

“I learned from the best,” she said before her lips parted, gasping as my cock stretched her to capacity. “Harder. Give it to me. Punish me. Rock my world, babe. Fuck me like you mean it.”

My cock throbbed as I covered her mouth with my hand, clamping it shut while I fucked her as she demanded.

“Come inside me, I need to feel you, please.”

“Kitten,” I roared into her neck as my orgasm shook my entirety. I lost it when she begged me to spill my seed within her womb, a common courtesy of our lovemaking before, but not once did she beg for me to do so. Her plea was primal, as if she wanted to connect with me however else she could.

Gisele clung onto me, euphoric. “Let’s finish up here, go back to the house, and continue this on our bed. I'm far from satisfied. I need you all night long.”

Sex was mind-blowing; there was no question about that. But it ended here…mainly because I didn’t trust myself with her. “No, Gisele,” I reiterated my rejection, hoping this time it would pierce into her haze-filled mind.

She gave me the typical horny Gisele look, head resting against the wall, half-closed lids, lips parting while her tongue toyed with her bottom lip and her cunt muscles’ activity massaged my girth to full attention. “Do you still love me?” she randomly asked, catching me off guard.

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