Page 16 of The Hand Surgeon's Housewife
”I’ll tell you who does that. I do.” My eyes bore into hers. ”And I had every right to do it. You wanna cry about it to someone, I’ll hire you a therapist because you sure as fuck aren’t going to whine about it to me.”
Breathing raggedly, she stares at me in shock. ”Hugo…,” she squirms, because she thought no doubt that I would simp. Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness and yeah, I do feel some guilt but she would’ve died if I hadn’t done it. It was worth it.
”You want me to say I’m sorry? It’s not happening, so you might as well stop looking at me with those bratty eyes.”
”Hugo!” she wails. ”What’s gotten into you? This isn’t like y…you…”
I’m a man on the brink, that’s what’s gotten into me.
”Here’s the thing, wife,” I grit between my teeth and put my face closer to hers. ”I planned on coming home on time, sit down at our dining table and have a civil conversation about why I’ve been a bad husband but then you had to go and flaunt your fat, little pussy, knowing full well I’d lose my mind.”
”I didn’t k…know…”
”Oh, you thought I’d take it like a gent, did you?”
”Maybe…” she stammers, before her eyes flare, and she tries to yank at her wrists. ”I need to put my clothes on.”
”You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. Move one inch and I’ll make you choke on my cock.”
”Hugo!” she cries again. ”I won’t stand for this! I’m…” she trails off, when I get off the bed, rip my clothes off and her eyes drop to my engorged cock. It’s ready to take over the world. Ready to forcefully take over a throne and crown itself king. Ready to put a little flag on the moon. Pamela licks her lips, looking as if she’s about to protests but I grab a remote and turn on music. Heavy metal. It blasts through the room, making the walls shake. Good. Now, the neighbors won’t hear her scream.
”What are you doing?” she breathes, but the frantic look in her eyes has disappeared.
”You think I don’t know what you need?” I rasp, crawling back into bed again and she leans back on the pillows. I laugh a little. ”I know everything about you, Pammie.”
Her eyes flare. ”What did you just call me?”
”Pammie. It’s your name isn’t it?” Cupping her neck, I thrust my tongue between her lips, and her moan comes quicker than expected. It’s sharp and involuntary which makes it sound all the better.
”Wait,” she pants, putting her hands on my chest. ”We were supposed to talk.”
”Stop fucking acting innocent,” I growl, tossing her around until she’s on her stomach. ”I’m getting sick of you always playing hard to get.”
Her eyes widen in shock, but her areolas have nearly doubled in size from arousal.
”You knew what you were doing to me, didn’t you?” I rasp, clasping her throat. ”Alway puckering your lips at me, always prancing around with your perky tits in the air, tempting me to lose control.”
”Hugo, what is this…?”
I yank her legs apart. ”You know what it is. It’s about time you let me fuck that virginity out of you.”
”Please…” she sobs, burying her face in the pillows.
”Please what?”
”Yes, do it!” she cries, clutching the sheets, her hips undulating on their own and her body is heating up fast enough to scorch and when I touch her between her legs, she convulses. Already coming. And I barely even did anything.
My chest heaves when I lay my body on top of hers. ”You liked that didn’t you, you little slut?”
Gasping, she bursts into tears, but her ass wiggles against me, her body desperate to be breached and I cup her between her legs. ”Did you know I wanted to cuddle your pussy while you were unconscious after that night on the roof?” I rasp in her ear and she gasps in shock. ”Don’t be shocked. I wanted it so damn bad, I thought that if she screams I’ll clamp a hand over her mouth and just take what’s mine.”
”Oh Hugo…no,” she breathes in horror but I nod.
”But I knew that if I waited, you’d probably like it more.” I let out a rough laugh at the way she’s trembling in anticipation for what I’m about to do next, and I slide my lips along her sweaty skin. ”Now, whose sweet, little whore are you?”
”Yours,” she pants, nodding ”Only yours.”
”Cup yourself,” I order and she quickly does as I ask. ”I want a close up on what I’m going to do to you.” With a swift move I enter her from behind and it’s like my cock just entered a sauna. I don’t last long, neither of us do. And when I pull away, I position her hand where I want it, filming my come slipping out of her so that I can watch everything later. Pamela struggles to catch her breath, the whole bed’s a mess, sheets ripped from the mattress and she rolls over on top of my chest, breathing as if she’s forgotten how it’s done.