by Pamela Ann
“I warned you, didn’t I?” A pained smile crossed her pink lips. “That night, I said it…but you didn’t listen.”
She did, but her words had hardly penetrated through my brain since my cock had done the thinking for me, ravenously dead-set on one thing and one thing alone—her body. “You did, and I’m sorry for that.”
“How long will you be gone for?”
How long? The time frame I have yet to decide. “A few weeks. A month. Maybe more…it depends.”
She grimaced. “It depends on what, Jared?”
Brutal honestly—it was what she and I had agreed on, even though the other wouldn’t be too pleased with the outcome. It was an essential ingredient to our complex relationship. A vital importance to support our extraordinary union. Without it, we’d have nothing to stand on. And even though divulging the truth was the last thing I wanted to reveal, I was left with no choice.
“It depends on…when I’m unreservedly certain I’ve flushed you out of my system.”
“Where will you go? Oh, wait,” she scoffed mockingly. “Why even ask? Of course, it’ll be with Rose and her sparkly vagina.”
She wasn’t amused. Neither was I.
Gisele scornfully glowered at me. And even when angered, she was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever set eyes on.
“I should’ve known…I don’t know why I fooled myself into thinking maybe things had changed between us—that we had something good, something special—but you’re just as fickle as they come.”
“You are special.” No woman dared me to think twice. That in itself was rather telling. My body raged on while my mind struggled for regularity.
“Yeah, not special enough for you, apparently.”
She was too special for my liking, so much so that I was willing to move homes to expunge her out of my system.
“You have men falling at your feet. I doubt you’ll even remember me.”
Her eyes sparkled defiantly. “If believing that helps you, then go on ahead. They did say some men were plain idiots. You can add yourself to the tally, Jared. I heard the registration’s free in the ‘dumb as fuck’ record,” she spat disdainfully, challenging me.
The spitfire had wit, and I admired her all the more for it.
“I’m doing this for you—for us, but mostly for you. You’re blinded from losing Peter. You believe losing me, too, seems abhorrent to you, but I’m a call away. If you need me any time, any day, all you have to do is pick up the phone. My decision will benefit you in the long run, Gisele. You’ll thank me someday. You might not see it now, but you will.”
Gisele vehemently shook her head, making a few strands of her blond locks slide out of the loosened bun. She contended, leaning her forehead against mine. Though her eyes were closed, there were no tears shed. However, I had an inkling that would come soon enough. “Why can’t we just go back to how it was, Jared? I won’t sleep naked anymore.” She made an inaudible whisper, barely to be heard from the loud thumping, vibrating sound in my ears.
Her closeness did all sorts of maddening things to me, none of them good. There was a reason to fear the safety of my sanity and my heart. Life with Gisele was unpredictable, and that put me off kilter. Everything I held dear and proudly protected against the world would all be vulnerable.
“You can go back to Rose to satiate your sexual appetite, and you come home to me. Why can’t we just go back to that?” she delivered her speech with a straight face without batting an eyelash, serious as a heart attack.
If only it were that easy… “You can go back, but I can’t, Gisele. I won’t be able to do that. I want you too fucking much. I’m in pain.”
She made a loud gasp upon hearing my unabashed admission.
It was the truth. I could no longer hide it. This consuming need to possess her—all of her—hadn’t left my mind for the past five nights. It hounded me, so much so that it even distracted me from work. Nothing, I mean nothing, ever came in between the company and me.
The past nights having her in my arms had become something I looked forward to at the end of a strenuous day at work. Deciding to take this action hadn’t been easy for me, either. But it had to be done. For my heart. For hers. For Paige. Most especially for my late wife. I was not one who took promises lightly, and I wholly intended to keep my end of the bargain.
My decision was set in stone. Nothing could dissuade me. With that in mind, I let out a breath, feeling like a bastard all over again for touching an eighteen-year-old.
Wordlessly, her lips unexpectedly brushed against mine. It was a feather-like kiss, but the impact immobilized me, dumbstruck at her impulsive gesture. Her soft lips pressed again, testing my reaction for a quick second. Emboldened, her lips slightly parted, gradually darting her warm tongue out, luring my mouth to open to her bold advances.
Her brazenness left me reeling, but I remained unresponsive. But instead of shying away from the lack of reaction, she surprised me by shifting her body, spreading her long legs open, and straddling me without hesitation. A strangled sound came out of my throat, tortured. When she strategically situated her heat against the unmistakable bulge in my pants, I undoubtedly felt the warmth permeating off of her moist crevice, and Christ, her cunt was sopping wet.
My restraints were slipping, slowly but surely. Gisele gradually unbound the restrictive chains.
Even though my lips remained unresponsive, my cock was anything but. It zealously twitched as my hand clutched her thigh, silently praying she’d come to her senses and relieve us both from this arduous torture. Somehow, I couldn’t muster the strength to pull away even though panic seized within. It was as if she knew her power over me, knowing she was merely a few attempts away from having me capitulate.
Her cunt sunk lower into my engorged manhood while she let out an erotic moan against my lips, soaking my trousers with her intoxicating musk, raging my cock to new levels of inferno.
Bloody. Fucking. Oath!!!
Hell was where I was definitely heading since my mind began to envisage how it’d feel to impale her snug cunt. She’d likely scream bloody murder if I shoved my cock without foreplay. Women needed extra petting to be able to accommodate my well-endowed size. Quite a hassle really, but seeing a woman’s shocked/awed/pained/impressed/terrified expression simultaneously made it worth my while. And seeing how tiny her pretty little pussy was—well, she’d need an extra hour of coaxing. The image of her glistening cunt made me…unhinged.
I was on fire. My skin burned, my mouth watered, and my cock salivated at the tempting torridness seeping from her parted thighs. If her motive was to throw me off kilter, she’d effectively done so.
I felt mental, torn between debauchery and lucidity. But just as my mind tried to reel more control, she unexpectedly kissed me deeply, erasing every thought I had. The world became a blur, and all I cared about was the woman in my arms.
Drowning in her kiss, I secured my hand behind her head, ravishing her lips, voraciously devouring her whole. I felt drunk, irrevocably under her wicked spell.
Lightly adjusting her hips, she lifted slowly without detaching from our kiss.
Too out of my mind to register anything at all, I was consumed by the power of her kiss and barely heard the zipper of my trousers being lowered. I realized too late; it only dawning on me when her hand wrapped around the shaft. We both groaned in unison from the first stroke of her wicked hand. Without breaking our kiss, the wanton minx strategically sat on my bare length, perfectly positioning my hardness between her slickened cunt lips.
“Bloody sweet mercy, you witch!” A wretched hissing grunt broke out of my throat, vaguely shivering at the superb sensation of her greedy cunt sliding and gliding on my dick. “Damn you and your wet greedy pussy!” I was as incensed as I was equally aroused.
The witch paid no heed to my wretched words. Up and down, she went, rocking me to kingdom come.
“Jared,” the sexy kitten moaned as she slipped her robe off her shoulders, exposing her luscio
us tits directly against my lips. She daringly arched her back, bewitchingly offering me a pink nipple.
This—here—right this instance, this was where I inconceivably lost my bloody mind!
All fight drained away, surrendering to the wicked minx’s wish before I roughly bit into her pebbled rosebud with a wild animalistic groan, evoking a loud whimper from the sex starved woman. Her cunt wild with need, Gisele was seemingly lost as she reveled in the wonderful friction our wet sensual rubbing produced.
“I know you don’t want to really fuck me, but we can be creative. I don’t mind this…stay with me…only seek her to satisfy your other needs,” she panted out as I suckled her breast, one hand gripping her free tit and the other rubbing her clit. “You can have us both. I won’t begrudge you that, Jared. I promise.”
Her words set my dick ablaze. She dangled her mad idea, resulting in my cock hardening further. It couldn’t be denied. Her cunning method of wanting to keep me was as senseless as it was appealing.
What was I to do? Her proposition was tempting. What idiot wouldn’t be? But even so…even if I lashed out all of my frustrations on Rose’s body, my attraction to Gisele wouldn’t dissipate. Did she believe I simply had to fuck Rose and I’d desire her no longer? How I wished my anatomy could easily be convinced. Life surely would be less complicated.
But right this instant, my world became hers. Nothing seemed to matter. No one registered in my muddled brain. However, one thing remained in the back of my mind—Gisele’s undeniable surrender to me, willingly offering every man’s dream on the table. Two women. Both for different purposes. A wife and a mistress. One for sexual needs while the other provided warmth and sanctuary in her arms.
“Are you sure this is what you want? What if you get jealous, what then?” I heaved out, placing a hand on her hip, halting her rocking motion. Cradling her face, I searched for the truth in her depths.
Her gray eyes brazenly battled with my own before she leaned closer and sensually shrugged, letting the rest of her robe slide off her arms, displaying all of her body for my perusal. Her cunt lips encased my length. The slit of my generous cockhead peeking from the top, just above her mons. I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her wanton exquisiteness left me speechless—she literally took my breath away.
Her eyes followed mine, glancing down below before she began to excruciatingly use her clit to tease and rock the head of my shaft. The mind-numbing sensation excreted pre-cum out of my tiny hole. My thumb swiped it off my shaft, bringing it to her parted lips. I coated the rim of her pink pillowy lips before shoving the rest of my cream on her tongue. With an unwavering stare, Gisele daringly sucked off my thumb and moaned with unbarred wantonness.
I almost lost it.
“I want you. It’s the only thing I care about right now. You ask about jealousy? I already am jealous of Rose. But I’m not going to let it cloud my judgment. I’m not ready to give you up when we’ve barely begun. You want me, and I want you desperately, but your reservations wouldn’t allow you to take what’s legally yours. I may be young, but I can handle you. I’m not going to throw hissy fits and question your every move. You’re free to do as you please. We carry on living our lives without disconnecting from each other. We don’t have to name it anything. We’ll simply be intimately getting to know one other without strings attached or commitment.”
Bloody. Hell. There was no question she had inherited her father’s unshakable determination. Her spunk was admirable. But alas, there were too many red flags…How could she fathom to be used in such a manner?
“Most women wouldn’t agree to such an arrangement.”
She arched an elegant brow, challenging me. “I’m not most women, in case that obvious fact escaped your notice.”
I knew she was special, as did most of the male population. “What about you? Will you continue with your army of admirers?”
“I have to keep up the pretense, don’t I?” she immediately quipped back.
Wyatt and CO. weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, then. The Rinaldi man most especially, his eyes gave him away. They were possessive, examining each man who came to Gisele at her father’s funeral with great scrutiny. I was tempted to confront him, too, but Thomas sardonically pointed out brawls stemming from jealousy shouldn’t take place at her father’s funeral.
It was the word jealousy that drove it home for me. I rejected Thomas’s notions, of course. But after joining her in bed later that night and that bloody buffoon texted her, the abominable reaction reared its ugly head, confirming Thomas’s suspicion. I was jealous; there was no mistaking it. But instead of pondering the complexities of my emotions towards Gisele, I diverted my mind to pleasurable, much more savory pastures. The memory of her lush body laid out on the bed, ready for the taking, was embedded in my mind.
Here I was again, weighing the complexity of my passions towards my young wife. She freely granted me freedom, but where did that leave her? So, if Gisele intended to mingle amongst the bloody oafs, I’d wish to know, too. “Will you have the same freedom you’ve granted me to enjoy?”
She pointedly looked at me unblinkingly. “You tell me, Jared.”
The thought of her offering herself to another man made me see red. But I believed in equality even though my cock was against it. “It’s only fair if you do, too.”
Her face lit up before she hastily planted those luscious puckers against my own. “So…” she coquettishly whispered with a sexy smile, “does that mean it’s a yes?”
“Let me think on it…if that’s all right with you.” Must you really? What happened t0 “the decision was set in stone?” my mind wretchedly countered, taunting me. You only had to feel her glorious cunt on my cock and you’re done for.
It was beyond pathetic, I knew, but if there was a possible solution around this hellish ordeal without having to give Gisele up, then I was willing to see if her solution would be the answer to my dilemma.
“You have until tomorrow night to decide, or the deal’s off,” she briskly ordered, unamused by my indecision.
My dick involuntarily twitched. “You have no idea how much it turns me on when you get all commanding on me.” I made a wicked grin as my palm struck her right ass cheek, propelling her forward, launching her creamy breasts towards me. I feasted on them, nipping, suckling, and groping her velvety globes punishingly. A delirious guttural moan came out of her when I used my teeth to tug her breast, spurting more of her slick essence on my shaft as she rode me harder, harsher.
Her intense rocking motion made her hair come undone as she fiercely undulated against my hard length.
My mouth hung ajar as I marveled in sheer fascination. She was so lovely just like this—splendidly out of her mind stimulated, solely fixated on the feeling my cock granted her pussy. She was a vision of wild abandon, and I couldn’t get enough of her. There was nothing sexier than witnessing a woman unleashing primal appetite, uninhibited with her sexuality.
All of my senses stroking the uncontainable fire, my thumb unforgivingly circled her nub while my other hand grappled her hip, obscenely grinding her greedy mound on my girth. The glorious slurping sounds of our sexes grinding together roused me to a point of no return. “Christ almighty woman!” I harshly thundered out, blinded by a compelling need. “Ride me faster, harder. Grind that tight cunt on my cock, Gisele! Show me how much you need me, kitten.”
“Fuck,” she frantically moaned as she bit her lip. “Oh, fuck yes!” She went mad on my cock, rolling her hips in such a feverish motion that even though she was screaming as she orgasmed, she carried out my command, never stopping her momentum so I could have my release, too. I was on the verge of spurting my seed when she marginally tilted her hips, accidentally sliding the fat head of my pole into her narrow vaginal opening.
A sharp hiss came out of our lips, freezing us both. Time stood still. A deafening sound blanketed us as our stunned eyes collided. We heavily panted, eyes flickering different ranges of emotions as we grappled at
the severity of the situation. She was so snug the head barely pierced through her. But it was there, inside of her, throbbing as it was being choked by such incredible snugness it was almost unreal. The intense combination of pain and pleasure rocketed through me, soft licks of temptation knocking the last remnants of common sense left in my fogged brain.
When I was about to shift her back off of my length, the wicked witch flexed her cunt muscles boldly, tightening around the bulbous head, making my nose flare from the sweet torture her cunt did to me.
My eyes glazed with rabid lust, but a spark of consciousness fluttered through my mind. “Don’t,” I harshly grunted out. My fingers dug into her hips, quite terrified at the look on her beautiful face. “We can’t fuck, Gisele.”
“So you say…” she gasped out, daring as she brazenly lowered her cunt another inch before viciously hissing when she couldn’t go farther. She was beyond tight. It was almost as unbearably painful as it was exquisite. “Fuck…It hurts so much…” Her gray eyes moistened, beyond frustrated at her pussy’s inability to take more.
This was a good sign. Thank God! Great relief washed over me. But curiosity pressed my mind. “Are you sure you’ve been fucked before?” I blurted out before realizing I had spoken the question aloud. How could one be so unimaginably tight for such a sexually active woman? She’d had sex with Jack Yates—abandoned condom foils were on her nightstand, for fuck’s sake.
“I lost my virginity a little over a month ago,” she murmured before she carefully placed a hand on my shoulder, slowly lifting her body then sliding it back down in the same cautious manner. “Let me do this please…even if it’s just the tip…” she begged. Before I could manage a response, her lips captured mine, silencing me altogether.
Her cunt wouldn’t allow her to take more, so I granted her wish. How could I not? She felt too marvelous to resist. She frenziedly fucked the head of my cock. The only drawback was when the wench wouldn’t get off when I was seconds away from release.
“Damn it, Gisele!” I forcefully yanked her off me, placing her back on the ottoman. My hand wrapped around the base of my hardened length, savagely jerking it. Seconds away from unloading, her hand covered mine while she intently gawked up at me.