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My hungry eyes roved over her face, basking in her beauty. “If I answer you, will you forget about divorcing me?”

She shook her head, denying me everything.

My nostrils flared, trying to not appear quite as affected by her continuous rejection. “Then there you go.”

“Come to me tonight...my promise stands.”

“For how long? Up until you're done playing with me?” This was all a game. A sick, twisted game of her being out to hurt me.

Her cheeks flushed. “No, it’ll stand for as long as possible.” She painstakingly kissed me, and I didn't have the strength to pull away from her. I needed her like I needed air to breathe. “I'll wait for you tonight.”

“This wouldn’t be a good idea, Gisele.” I wanted her, but as my wife, not just some random fuck, and yet, this was all she was willing to offer me. Before I had fallen in love with her, this wouldn’t have bothered me, but things had shifted since then.

“I'll make it worth your while. I’ll be sure to touch myself before sleep so I'll be wet and ready for you.”

“You're so cruel,” I halfheartedly groaned, quite weakened at the thought of her readily available to cater to my needs.

“You won't regret it.” The seductress wasn’t letting up.

I hardly doubt that, I thought as I pulled out of her. Lost in our thoughts, we straightened ourselves up before we resumed, with our respective lawyers reoccupying their positions.

Before we parted, Gisele strode over to me and kissed my cheek. “Don't take too long, husband.”

My chest burned. Everything in my body did. Much more so, my cock. I was left to wonder if I could truly resist the very woman who owned me.

CHAPTER34

Jared

It beganto occur every hour since I left the lawyer’s office building. Gisele would send naked images of her. But the last one was a full-frontal with a caption “ready when you are,” and it had gotten me so hard in the middle of a bloody fucking meeting.

I furiously reddened, choking on my saliva before I gulped water as the rest of the core team worriedly inquired if I needed a moment to myself since I’d been short-fused as of late. If they only knew about my divorce and how my soon to be ex-wife was tormenting me with lurid images of her wet gorgeous cunt…

Anxiously, I slipped my phone into my pocket, not willing for it to distract me any more than it already had. However, even though I honed my focus to the matter at hand, the provoking image hadn’t left my thoughts, leaving my cock in a continuous hardened state.

It was fifteen past nine when I found myself exiting the building, my mind heavily weighing my options. It was even wrong to ponder, but it couldn’t be helped. She felt too good, so I wondered, if I indulged in one more night, would it be so detrimental? We had already shagged earlier, so it shouldn’t matter, right?

With my mind still undecided, I found myself at the hotel’s bar, drinking my woes away. A pretty lithe redhead sat next to me and ordered a drink. In no time, she and I were heavily flirting. Her green eyes were mesmerizing, but when she incessantly dropped hints to come resume the fun in her room, I had a moment.

Declining her invitation, I found myself hastily exiting the bar, but instead of going upstairs to the presidential suite, I strode towards the valet, jumped into my car, and headed straight towards the compound, distractedly needing one more whiff of my addiction.

Upon arriving, I drastically parked in the driveway before rushing indoors. It was midnight, and the house was calm and quiet as I climbed the stairs two steps at a time. It didn’t take long until I reached her bedroom. And just as she promised, her naked figure glistened in the candle-lit room. She was fast asleep, beautiful as ever.

Making love to her would’ve been divine, but at the same time, the need to simply hold her held more appeal. So, I did just that. After stripping my clothes off, I slid into bed naked and pulled her right against my body, holding her. Nostalgia hit me full-on.

This was home, and the sad realization made me tighten my hold on her. “I love you, kitten.” Kissing her neck, I’d never felt more alone than right at this moment.

I basked in her presence until sleep finally caught on, temporarily releasing me from agony.

It was some time in the early morning when something pulled me out of my subconscious. A vacuum-like suction flooded my system, pounding a heady rush of blood towards my cock. A pleasure groan escaped me as I gently thrust my pelvis into the ungodly force drawing me into its mighty pressure. “Christ Almighty, Gisele!” A reverberated sound grumbled from my chest as I savored each lick, each deep stroke of her mouth. I had definitely missed being woken up like this. Damn and fuck.

My overeager hand reached out to the back of her head, pushing her throat deeper, making her take more of me before she choked and immediately let go of me with a loud popping sound. A feline-like smile gleamed as she enthusiastically crawled on my body.

Gisele situated herself on top of me, ensuring her cunt lips sat in between my engorged length before leaning over to passionately kiss me. “Good morning, babe.” Her hips undulated, toying with my manhood as her lips erotically parted. She slowly rocked me, one hand pressed against my chest as she leveled herself, the other squeezing her luscious tit.

I was mesmerized. This was how she made love to me, arousing us both to the point of madness before she’d lower herself down on my pole. Meticulously watching our rubbing sexes, my slit continuously excreted pre-cum. Letting my thumb wipe off the excess liquid, I then smeared it on her pink button before bringing it to her lips to suck on.

“Fuck me, Gisele,” I lightly demanded just as her phone rang, making her pause.