32. Garrett

Somebody's in a good mood. I awoke to the most amazing sensation and opened my eyes only to realize that my wife was riding my morning wood. It was still kind of early if the pink hues of the clouds outside the window were any indication, but I wasn't the least bit tired.

"How long have you been up?" I gripped her hips to help her out because she was still too tight to do much of anything on her own. At least she'd fitted most of me inside of her by the time I came awake. "A while!"

Her hands were planted on my abs as she held on and hopped up and down on my cock. I guess now that I was up I should take over because she looked like she was straining herself.

I sat up and sucked a nipple between my teeth before pulling my knees up behind her to roll her safely to her back before taking her to pound city. Her screams are like ambrosia. Each one goes directly to my dick and makes me want her even more.

She was bent in half beneath me, just her arms, elbows, and legs visible as my much larger body covered her completely. I pulled her legs up higher until they were almost under my armpits and opened her up so she could take more of me.

I'm still amazed that she could take all this cock in her tight snatch, but the way she throws her pussy up at me and the tight wet grip of her walls assure me that she's not hurting, at least not any more than I would want her to.

Since I'd beat her pussy to shit the night before, I figured I should go easy on her, but she wasn't making it easy on me at all. Maybe I shouldn't blame her; she can't help the fact that her natural scent drives me wild or that her pussy was the best I'd ever fallen into.

Everything about her makes me sexually inflamed, and when I'm in her like this, my heart feels like it would explode and fly out of my chest. I know that I will never get enough, that if we lived for a thousand years, hers was the only pussy I'd ever want or need again.

I pity anyone who's never found this, who has never known this feeling because even as I moved in and out of her carnally, I knew that this was as close to ethereal as I was going to get.

I have this new obsession that makes our lovemaking even more sublime for me. The need, no the want, to get her with child. It's a new, heady feeling that I've never experienced before, and the intensity of those feelings makes me cum harder than at any other time.

Like now, once I got her off a couple of times, it was my turn, and just as with every other time since I first took her, my only thought as I came deep inside her was that, hopefully, this time would do the trick.

I didn't pull out of her right away. Instead, we laid there fused together, our lips sealed as she ran her hands up and down my back while my cock dripped the last of my seed inside her. She relaxed her legs and let them drop to the side, but her arms still held me close as I stayed there with my face buried in her neck.

"Good morning." She was the first to speak once our kiss was broken. I kissed her forehead and replied the same. It was such a beautiful moment that there was no way I could've expected what came next.

As soon as I pulled out of her, she rolled out of bed, and as if by design, her phone went off with an alert. "Will you get that? I need to pee." She ran into the bathroom, and I picked up the phone, not understanding what the hell I was looking at.

I didn't understand the message and had to read it a couple of times until my blood boiled. She came back into the room, drying her hands. "Did you get it?"

I held up the phone for her to see the screen.

"Who is this?"

"Oh, that's my potential Tinder date once we get back home."

"Your what?" My mind went blank, then hot.

"Oh, don't you know what Tinder is? I guess someone as wealthy as you wouldn't need something like that. It's a dating app. I hear it's pretty good."

She walked around the room still naked with my cum running down her inner thigh, spewing that shit like it made sense.

"Alyssa, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I told you. He's my potential new friend." I got up off the bed and went to stand in front of her. "Explain!"

"Sweetie, you can have long, drawn-out conversations with someone you used to fuck for eight years; I don't know this dude. How you living?" She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I came unstuck when I heard the shower come on.

ALYSSA

Dammit! I can't even take a shower in peace; why the hell is he slamming on that damn door? I had my head buried under the water spray, trying to wash the shampoo out, when I felt him get in behind me. "Who's the one with the death wish now? Are you fucking kidding me?" He backed me up against the wall.

I swiped my hair off my face to look up at the fire-breathing dragon. "What's the matter? You stub your toe?"

"Don't play with me. Who the fuck is that guy?"

"Which one? I think I matched with about ten in my area. Who was it, Eric? He seems nice, a little shy, but cute."

My eyes widened when his hand went around my throat. "Do you want ten dead strangers on your conscience?"

"I don't see what the big deal is. I thought it was open season. You can talk to chicks; I can talk to dicks."

"I explained…."

"Yeah, and so did I. Now move so I can finish my shower." He didn't move but got closer instead, then he bit my lip hard, and the next thing I knew, I was impaled on his cock. Whatever!

I jumped out of the shower once we were done, and he was busy washing his hair. By the time he came out of the bathroom I was on my phone typing away. He rushed me for my phone and read the screen.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What is this?"

"I'm checking my emails. I do have a life, you know."

"Alyssa, do you know who you're playing with?"

"Do you?"

"You are going to get a spanking; is that what you want?"

"Ooh, sounds kinky. But maybe later, your oversized dick already made me sore." I was fighting hard not to laugh because he looked epileptic like he was this close to losing his shit.

He gave me a calculating look that I didn't trust, but I grew up with three older brothers, I won't back down. We had a stare-off until he got off of me and picked up my phone again. I had no idea what he was doing until I heard him rattling off those people's names.

"Yeah, make it look like an accident, I don't care, and make it brutal." What the fuck! I jumped off the bed and went after him.

"What are you doing?"

"Here, why don't you find ten more? I'm in the mood for blood."

"Dial it back, Vlad Dracul iii; you can't go around killing people." I wasn't really bothered because no one is that crazy. But then I saw the look in his eyes and wasn't so sure. "Fine, I won't meet anyone. You're so damn testy. But, and here's the but, the next time you talk to your ex who disrespected me, it will be the first time I find a new buddy. Deal?"

He didn't answer; he just lifted his phone to his ear and called whoever the hell nightmare was on the other line. "Cancel the order." He said this while looking into my eyes with his crazy self.

"Meh, I'm ready for breakfast, you coming?" I went about my business getting dressed while he walked around the room grumbling and mumbling under his breath. I must've heard the word crazy about ten times like I care.

"Were you really…?"

"Damn straight! What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Besides, I was just going to talk to them on the phone, just like you did with what's her name. You didn't think that was a big deal, so…."

That set him off again, so I just walked out of the room and headed downstairs to see what was going on for breakfast because I was starving. Somebody was grumpy when they came downstairs looking like sex on two feet. I know he did that shit on purpose. And his cologne…. Not now, cooter, you freak, we're having a cold war.

"By the way, I need you to set up something with one of those magazines that keep hounding you for an exclusive."

"When?" It's good to know that he wasn't one for the silent treatment, but he was still sulking, and he was about to break that damn Bone China if he stabbed his eggs any harder.

"As soon as possible. Or we can wait until we get back."

"Those spreads take a while to go public; how soon do you need it? We can do it here or back home."

"I think I want to do it here."

"Should we go look at houses first, or do you want to use this location?" He sounds normal enough if you didn't notice the kill lights in his eyes.

"We can go looking at houses. That might actually be… No, you know what, our primary home will be perfect."

That way I can play lady of the manor. He doesn't know, but I'm about to shoot an arrow through that Natalie bitch's heart. She knew damn good and well what she was doing when she contacted him on his honeymoon.

She's an amateur at power plays, though, so I guess I'll show her how it's done. Sheeiit, they didn't call me Petty Betty in high school for nothing. I'm about to teach her and her cohorts of which I am sure she has plenty, a valuable lesson. When you come for this queen, you better not fucking miss and have a whole lotta reloads.

"What are you plotting now in that head of yours?"

"You got a problem with my head?" If he keeps rolling his eyes like that, he's going to need a damn optometrist.

"I don't appreciate what you did."

"And I don't appreciate you talking to the woman you had sex with and was in a relationship with for eight years. Especially when that woman does nothing but put me down and talk bad about me." He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"And unless you want this to be one of the shortest marriages in history, you will not, not now, not ever, bring that bitch up to me or defend her in my presence. You call in hits, I carry my shit out myself. You want her to die?"

I guess he didn't realize how serious or how hurt I was until now. "Shit!" I don't know what he was about to do when he left his chair after that expletive.

He walked around the table and came to my side, then lifted me out of my chair and sat with me on his lap. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry."