“You could have that every night if you came home on time.”
He undid his slacks and let them fall open. “I come home whenever I come home. Period.” Despite the aggressive tone of his voice, he pushed down his pants to reveal a definitive bulge in the front of his boxers. Those came down too and displayed a cock rock hard and ready to fuck.
“How can you be hard when you’re in such a bad mood?”
He toed his socks off, then stared me down like I was his enemy rather than his lover. He took a few steps toward me, his chin tilting down to stare at me with hard possessiveness. “Look at you. That’s why.”
He had one of my legs over his shoulder, while his hand kept my thigh pinned to the side. He moved inside me with forceful thrusts, slamming deep and hard with the occasional moan. His face hovered above mine, his jaw tight and his eyes filled with desire and satisfaction.
I’d already had my climaxes for the night. My body was spent and fulfilled, so now it was just about him. My pussy had no problem staying slick, not when he magically turned me on over and over again. My arms rested around his neck, and I held him close to me as he pounded into me, my pleasured sighs filling the room to the top of the high ceiling. “It’s your turn.” My fingers slid into the hair at the back of his neck, and I kissed him slowly, felt his deep breathing enter my mouth because he’d exerted himself enough. Coated in sweat, with fat muscles filled with blood, he looked like he’d been lifting heavy weights in the gym for the last hour.
He brought his body closer to mine and ground into me, getting his entire dick inside me as he made his final pumps. He rocked me into the bed with each motion until he reached his breaking point. He rested his face against mine and came with a loud moan, all the muscles in his body tightening as he let his seed explode inside me. “Fuck…” He ground against me as he finished, giving me his heaviness.
It was my favorite moment, feeling my husband come deep inside me. My fingers fisted his hair, and I moaned because it felt so good. It made me feel like a desirable woman, letting my husband claim me in such an intimate way. No other man had ever had the honor of filling me with as much come as he could fit.
After a few seconds of rest, he pulled his semi-hard dick out of me and rolled over. His heavy back hit the mattress, and his body relaxed as he closed his eyes. The sweat was shiny on his chest, reflecting the light from the lit candles. His breathing slowly wound down, gradually turning to a gentle rhythm.
I had been repulsed by the idea of this marriage, but I began to realize it was exactly what I wanted…even if I hadn’t realized it at the time. The sex was good, better than I’d find anywhere else, so that alone was a good enough reason. But my husband was also an honest and loyal man. If he weren’t, he would have left Damien to his fate.
After a few minutes, he opened his eyes once more. A foul presence followed him everywhere he went, a cloudy sky that was ready to storm at any moment. Ever since he’d brought Damien back, he’d been abrasive and cold. Now that bitterness had returned even though it had nothing to do with me. I could just feel it.
He got out of bed and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pouring himself a drink. It was late, and he should be getting to sleep. But instead, he grabbed his phone and his laptop and prepared to move to the patio through the double glass doors.
I propped myself up on my elbow. “What are you doing?”
His muscled frame slowly turned around to face me again, a bottle of scotch in his grasp. “I’ve got work to do.”
“It’s almost nine…”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got shit to do.” He turned around and kept walking.
“Hades.” I pushed back the covers and sat upright.
He slowly turned back to me, not hiding his irritation.
“I’ve noticed you haven’t visited Damien since he’s been here.”
All he did was stare.
“I know you’re angry with him, but maybe you should—”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” His deep tone caused a terrifying vibration in the air. Instead of looking at me like I was his wife, he looked at me like I was someone who’d crossed him…like I was Damien. “If I want to talk to him, I will.” Instead of turning away, he waited until he was certain I had nothing else to say.