Divorced and Devoured: Wanted by my Ex-Husband and His Rival

5

Micheal

"Please. Michael, it burns. Make it stop."

"I’m going to do a lot more than make it stop," I growled.

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and removed it over her head, tossing it onto the floor. The jeans followed seconds later. She was left in nothing but black lace.

The moment she was bare, her hands went to work on me. She didn't bother unbuttoning my dress shirt; she gripped the fabric and tore it open, the buttons popping and scattering across the floor. Her nails bit into my bare chest, leaving hot and stinging trails as she shoved my pants down.

When I lowered myself back over her, the touch of our bare skin drew a gasp from her lips.

"I hate you," she sobbed, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. "I hate you so f*****g much."

"Good," I snarled, catching both of her wrists in one hand and pinning them flat against the mattress above her head. "Hate me all you want. But you’re still going to take every inch of my c**k inside the filthy p***y of yours."

She didn't argue as the drug had stripped away her arrogant defenses, leaving nothing but the raw and filthy desire that had controlled us both for years. She arched her hips upward, grinding her soaking-wet p***y directly against my hard c**k.

Hot kisses and bites spread all over her body–like the sensitive curve of her neck, n*****s, and the inside of her thighs.

She cried out, her back bowing off the mattress, but she didn't pull away. I moved lower, hooking my fingers into the thin lace of her panties and pulling them down her legs.

I parted her thighs, staring at how desperate and exposed she was.

"Did that bastard in the bar touch you here?" I demanded, tracing my thumb right over her swollen bud, feeling her entire body jolt. "Did he even get a f*****g glimpse of what belongs to me?"

"No," she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. "No, Michael, please—"

"Please, what?" I taunted, leaning in close, letting my hot breath ghost over her wet entrance. "Tell me what you want, Jess. Beg for it."

"Taste me," she sobbed, her thighs clamping around my head. "f**k, please."

I didn't make her wait another second. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue sliding deep inside her. She tasted like honey and intoxicating heat. Ruthlessly, using my mouth and my fingers to dismantle her. Sucking hard on her c**t, I was drinking in her screams.

Her fingernails clawed at the sheets. "Michael! I can't—I'm going to—"

"Do it," I ordered roughly against her wet flesh. "Come for me."

She came undone against my mouth with a cry, her body trembling as wave after wave of intense pleasure racked her. I swallowed every drop of her climax, refusing to let her go until she was completely limp and gasping for air.

But I wasn't done. I wasn't even close.

I crawled back up her sweat-slicked body, positioning myself between her spread thighs.

"Look at me," I commanded, gripping her hips so hard I knew I would leave bruises shaped like my fingers. "Look at me while I f**k you."

I aligned my c**k with her soaking entrance and drove inside, sinking to the hilt in one brutal and unforgiving thrust.

A groan ripped from both of our throats. She was tight, gripping me like a vice. It felt like coming home after a war.

"f**k," I gritted out, "You feel so f*****g good. You're so wet for a man you claim to hate."

"Shut up," she cried out, "Just f**k me."

I leaned down, crushing my mouth against hers, our tongues fighting for dominance just as fiercely as our bodies. She bit my bottom lip, and I pinched her n****e in revenge.

She was coming on my c**k as I f****d her in the missionary.

“Oh…Micheal…”

“Yes, come for me, my filthy doll. Yes….”

Her eyes rolled, and her body turned flushed red as she came on my c**k.

I pulled out of her quivering body. She thought we were done, but it was far from being done.

“Get on your four.”

She looked at me bewildered, but she was submissive and obedient in bed. She agreed like a good girl. With her thick and juicy ass in the air, I squeezed it hard and entered her p***y from behind.

“Oh, my god…” She cried out. I grabbed her hair and began driving her insane.

"Tell me who you belong to ," I demanded. "Say it, Jessica. Tell me who owns you."

"Yours," she sobbed. "I'm yours."

Her internal muscles began to violently spasm, milking me as she climaxed for the third time. The sensation was making me crazy. I drove into her one final time, spanking her bouncy ass. A harsh, guttural roar tore from my chest as I emptied my c*m inside her.

I groaned, “You spoiled, filthy girl, what have we done?”