Page 122

She’s fighting hard to hold back the woman she truly is, and I’m fighting to be someone I’m not.

She faces me, rinsing out her hair. Those dark eyes lock on mine, but her gaze quickly cuts down my chest. My cock thickens more with every second and feels heavy between my thighs. Two can play this game. And if it leads to hate sex, well that seems like a great way to make the time go faster before I can return this demon spawn to her brothers.

Ava licks her lips at my toned body, cut muscles I work freaking hard to maintain every morning before dawn. I run my hand across my six-pack, my veiny biceps bulging.

“Nice tats,” she finally speaks. “Got a few more in the last few years.”

“A lot has happened to me in the last seven years,” I return. Including never getting over how my cock felt buried inside her heat. “Still like?”

“No.”

I bark a laugh. “Let me feel your cunt, you little liar. I bet you're wet.”

Rolling her eyes, she turns away.

“Keep showing me that ass, and I’ll give you what you dripped for earlier.” I step forward and let the tip of my swollen cock slide between her wet and silky ass cheeks.

Groaning, Ava slaps the tile wall. For some fucked-up reason, I think she’ll launch off her feet like a coyote to attack me. Instead, she turns around and presses her chest against mine. I thrust my hand into what’s left of her hair and pull hard.

“Since you’re naked and teasing me on our wedding day, seems proper to have a real wedding night.” I bring our lips together. “Unless you object, I’m going to claim your mouth. You don’t have any poisonous spiders hiding under your tongue, do you?”

“Good idea. Maybe tomorrow.” She pushes her hips against my cock.

I kiss her hard. She’s stiff at first, trying to act like it doesn’t mean anything. But as I grind my cock against her heat, she mewls and starts kissing me back.

She’s as savage as me, and I hate that I actually like her. She’s exactly the right woman for me. But it’s under all the wrong circumstances. She’s been forced on me. I’ve been forced on her.

My whole world settles into this one moment as I taste her mouth and roam my hands across her silky tits. A memory hits me of how taut every inch of her body was back then, except for these soft, pliant, big tits.

Christ, she’s even more sexy now like this.

Next, she lifts one leg, grinding that furry pussy against the head of my cock. The mound of hair is soft, but tingly against my skin, waking up my nerve endings.

Fuck...

I slide my hand down to her folds and finger her clit. Her legs widen, and I love how she opens for me. Her center is so swollen from arousal and her clit is so hard it can cut a fucking diamond.

She moans against my lips, the tenor yielding.

Yeah, I got her...

She loved sex with me. Gave as good as she got. Now that we’ve gotten the anger out of our system, we can get to fucking and satisfy both our needs.

“Remember, I’m your husband. If you want sex, you come to me. If I find a vibrator or a dildo anywhere in this house, it’s going into the trash.”

Her eyes narrow with a vicious glare that’s also a challenge. Her nipples are outrageously hard, and the way she’s squeezing her thighs, I bet her pussy is aching and throbbing for release. “You’re going to regret that.”

My cock twitches at her threats. “You’ve got a smart mouth. Why don’t you put it to use and suck me off,” I demand.

Like somehowshe’swon, she smiles, lowering to the shower floor. My heart skips a beat because her lips around my cock was not a foregone conclusion.

In my own need for victory, I keep my hands on her shoulders in a dominant move. “Now suck my cock, wife.”

She fists my shaft and licks full pouty lips that close around my painfully sensitive cock. She laves my engorged head, slowly swallowing it into her warm, soft mouth.

Jesus, fuck, I think I just had a stroke.

I hold the side of her face and take part in this amazing act, fuck her mouth to spill down her throat before I code. With my cock thrusting inside her mouth, she strokes the underside of my shaft and massages my balls.