Page 7 of Falling for the Wife

Unzipping, he immediately produced his impressive size. His hand led mine towards his manhood. “Touch me,” he hoarsely commanded as he wrapped my hand around his incredibly engorged length.

I almost fainted on the spot. My hand could barely grip him. I gulped, perplexed and terrified at the daunting prospect of having this mammoth size impale me sometime tonight. My ministrations over his silky pole took some time to get used to. Tentatively, I stroked him, sliding my hand up and down his swollen shaft.

He let out a guttural sound as he savored what my hand was doing to him. “Christ, we ought to leave—now. I need you naked, spread-eagled on my bed, my lips, fingers, and cock feasting on this luscious body all night long.”

But instead of leaving for the hotel, his lips found my breast again. He began to knead while kissing my neck. With my hand gripping him, he led it towards my parted thighs, rubbing his cockhead against my entrance, faintly piercing it but not.

“Fuck, you feel magnificent, and I'm not even inside you yet,” he roughly croaked out in wonderment. His prodding hadn’t halted. It only intensified.

His cockhead pried my entrance, stretching it open to accommodate his girth before pulling back slightly. “Squeeze it harder,” he harshly grated out. “Don’t let go until I tell you to release me. Christ. Bloody fucking hell—Lexi!”

I was a shuddering mess, but I couldn’t stop him. I wanted him just as much, and even though I was beyond nervous, as crazy as it sounded, it somehow felt right to be with him.

“Are you safe?” He buried his head in my neck, biting and kissing with urgency.

Safe? “I am.” I wasn’t on a pill, but Blair had made sure I had Plan B in my purse. I supposed I was so consumed by mentally preparing myself to go through the process that I’d forgotten one important tidbit.

Just as my train of thought finished, Jared propelled his cock inside of my passage. The pain I felt earlier was nothing compared to the debilitating pinpricks spreading in my vagina. My fingers dug into him as I tried to stifle the sting that ricocheted through me. I gasped. I reeled. I recoiled from the ungodly pain sawing through me.

JESUS,—is that a dick or a fucking submarine thrusting inside me?

“You feel fucking divine, simply and utterly sublime, Lexi,” Jared groaned, shuddering in ultimate pleasure. “Are you ready to take all of me?” he dauntingly asked in a way that entailed he was about to go ham, and he was trying his damnedest to restrain himself.

I gulped.

All of him?

Abort, mission abort! My mind rattled. My body reeled at the thought. His cock literally planned to murder me. I could scarcely breathe, and he was barely halfway? Yeah, all the way meant pussy carnage.

“Be gentle, please. It’s been years,” I begged, shivering as I felt him nod against my neck.

He took me at a measured pace, but no matter how much he tried to slide deeper, my body was too wound tight to accommodate him. Jared waited for my body to begin to relax before he hastened his speed. Pain and pleasure entwined, neither distinguishable from the other as he rapaciously thrust with deftly savage precision. I screamed his name as my body seized while my first orgasm washed over my body. My vaginal muscles tightened around his girth as I rode my release. Wave after wave, it spread through me. Jared was close behind. He harshly bit into my neck, as if stopping himself from screaming as he bathed my newly broken canal with his seed.

“I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you…I lost control when I felt you squeezing me tight. I had to have you right then and there. I lost control which is unprecedented in itself.” He nipped my neck, kissing my jawline before gathering his breath. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.”

The man had kissed me in my most intimate parts but never my lips. He was quite careful, too.

“Let’s clean up; then we’ll leave.”

Holding him close, I knew after this rendezvous, going to his hotel where he could easily pull hair during sex would put me in a very dangerous territory. But instead of rejecting his offer, I beamed at him, as if everything was simply dandy. “Fifteen minutes. I’ll meet you at the valet.”

He nipped my neck before biting into it. “Don’t make me wait. I already need you again.”

We strode with his hand around my hips. We parted just before the clearing. He was a few paces in when someone flagged him, needing his attention over something business related.

I stood there for a moment, knowing that even though my wish had been granted, the anguish that would soon follow in trying to move on while tonight’s memories were fresh in my mind would be a brutal process.

But such was life. And I had to make do with what I was dealt…and that was never knowing what it would be like to be truly with him without needing to pretend to be someone else.

With a heavy heart, I hastily went upstairs via the servant’s passageway into Blair’s bedroom and immediately took my minidress off and washed my achy throbbing bits. There were minuscule traces of blood, but it was faint and not gory. Thank goodness. I didn’t want to impart a lasting impression with him believing I was on my period. It was a ghastly thought.

Once freshened up, I scampered to change into a long pink chiffon gown. I then rummaged for a makeup towelette, swiftly smearing and wiping off my dark-hued makeup. Carefully, I coaxed the fake lashes off with an oil-based solution. Finally, the uncomfortable colored lenses came next. It took three minutes to successfully wipe any traces of Lexi away.

My face bare, I made sure to reapply foundation, a few swipes of mascara, a dewy cheek tint, and lip gloss.

Lastly, I slipped off the wig before I flipped my hair over and made a light tussling gesture to give it a little depth. I then teased it with setting spray, giving it volume and body.

Coming downstairs, I was a few steps away from the foyer when Blair caught sight of me and instantly broke her conversation with someone before hurriedly coming towards me. Vivienne magically came out of nowhere, too.