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Story: Bloody Wedding

Later, I’ll blame that sight on everything that happens next.

Sliding open the door, I join Loni in the shower. She squeals, spinning around to face me. The soap bar drops from her hand. Her arms go up, covering her bare tits and the curls of her pussy.

Please. As if I haven’t seen her naked before…

“Adrian? What are you doing here?”

My voice thrums with dark possession. “Turn around, Loni. Face the wall.”

“Adrian—”

It’s guttural now. “I said, turn around.” When she does,slowly, I wait until her ass is in front of me before I drop my hands to her hips. “Place your palms against the wall. I’ve got you, but I don’t want you to slip.”

This time, she obeys me a lot faster. She slaps her palms against the tile, the position forcing her to either bend over or arch her ass out. As though she knows what’s coming, she chooses the latter.

She swivels her head, damp hair falling over her shoulder as she glares up at me. “What’s the matter, Adrian?” she says, the taunt in her angry voice evident. “Did you realize that I forgot to get you off and now you’re here because I’m easy and available?”

Easy… when Desmond want’s calling Loni a whore, he was telling everyone she was the easiest girl in Harmony Heights. It didn’t matter that she never slept withhim. That she slept with anyone at all made her worthless in his eyes.

If I hadn’t killed him, he could be enjoying Loni’s lithe body right now.

That image suddenly seared in my mind, more than anything else, is the reason why I grab my cock, place the tip at the entrance to Loni’s cunt, and wait.

She doesn’t try to get away. She doesn’t shriek or do anything other than scoff.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

But she’s wrong.

“Not even close, princess,” I grate out, resisting the urge to just slam into her. “I could give a fuck if I get off tonight. Me and my hand are old pals. I can take care of myself. But you… you letme get you off, then headed for the shower. I wasn’t done with you. I figured, maybe this was your way of inviting me in.”

Another scoff. “You can’t honestly believe that.”

I wish I could. When the alternative is that she needed to wash me off of her…

I push a little, seating myself inside of her. Loni goes up on her tiptoes, adjusting just enough totakeit.

“If you want me to stop, tell me ‘stop’. Tell me to get the fuck out. But if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you remember every goddamn time I had you under me. I’m taking you up on that invitation that’s only in my head. So if you don’t want to fuck your husband, tell me.”

She shudders. “I thought you were going to wait.”

Another inch goes in. “A week is pretty long enough.”

Loni pushes back, taking even more. “You’re not supposed to force your wife to fuck you.”

“I’m not. I’ll withdraw at anytime, but maybe you could stop sucking me in.” I lower my head, allowing the shower spray to hit my back as I nip at her throat. “God, I fucking missed this. It’s like a vice. You take me so well and I’m only halfway in. Keep going, Loni. That’s a good girl.

“What? So you can tell everyone I wanted it?”

I pause. “Don’t you?”

Her arms tremble. Her body shivers.

And she snaps, “Yes.”

That’s all I need.

One thrust and I’m fully seated inside of her. She moans, the music a symphony accompanied by the shower hitting the stall beneath our feet. The rhythm of my heart chimes in, pounding, frantic,fast, just like the rhythm of my dick fucking Loni again and again.