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He’d never told her Johnnie had admitted he’d had his fingers inside her pussy. Christopher had never told her that he knew she’d jerked Johnnie off.
Growling at the image that thought presented, he grabbed her waist and turned her, moving over her and pinning her hands above her head before she could protest. “He made you come,” he snarled, his jealousy and fury almost blinding him.
This was petty shit. But, fuck. Petty shit was less fucking painful than that other shit.
She had a lot she was dealing with, but so did he. He overlooked a lot of fucking shit on her behalf. Every-fucking-time she defended Johnnie, it ate him up. It was bad enough he had to watch them laugh and joke. Having to watch them argue like secret lovers wasn’t fucking happening.
She opened her mouth and he glared at her.
“Don’t fuckin’ deny it, Megan, cuz he fuckin’ told me. He made your pussy come and you jerked his cock off.”
Megan struggled against him, but he refused to let her go. His face and stomach was throbbing where Johnnie had punched him. Now, his pride was hurt because of Megan’s words.
“And Kendall ground her pussy all over you and gave you a hard-on, so that makes us all even,” she yelled, shuddering when he bent and licked her nipple. “More so than when I saw you having sex with Kiera. We weren’t really together then. When Kendall did what she did, we were already married.” Writhing beneath him, she hissed at him, only allowing Christopher to hold her even tighter. “Sometimes, I think you and Kendall hate each other so much because you want to have sex with each other and that’s just pent up frustrations.”
Her statement shocked the fuck out of Christopher. If Kendall’s pussy was the last one on earth, he’d hack his cock the fuck off before he ever touched her. However, his surprise made him loosen his grip and Megan pulled one of her hands free, seizing the moment to slap the shit out of him right where Johnnie had clobbered him earlier.
She resisted and wriggled and fought until Christopher couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring her blows, he widened her legs and sank into her, closing his eyes at the sheer heaven of her silken heat and burying his nose in her neck. She stilled beneath him and he raised his head. She was staring up at him with huge blue eyes, tears filling them. Her chin wobbled. Careful to keep his weight in his elbows, Christopher didn’t move. If she told him to get up, he would. If she turned away from him, he’d move, too.
“I was scared, Christopher,” she whispered. “Watching you fight. I didn’t want to see you die and I didn’t want to watch you kill him. Don’t do that ever, ever again.”
Fuck him, but he was scared, too. Not about what happened earlier tonight. No, that shit was tame compared to this. Commitment shit. Marriage wasn’t easy. It was constant compromise and adjusting and backtracking and apologizing and consideration and…plain, fucking work . Shit was hard fucking enough with just them trying to work their shit out. Having all these different motherfuckers throwing their opinions out to them about fucking who did what, fucking what they did, fucking how they did it, fucking why they did it, and when and fucking where they did it, made shit even worse.
Having the fucking family from hell, thanks to fucking Logan gladly fucking up his daughters and grandchildren and all kinds of shit come to light, kept them in fucking turmoil.
Megan widened her legs for him and he sank deeper into her, groaning. His destructive thoughts scattered. Her little fingers skated across his bruises and cuts that neither of them had bothered to see to and he kissed her, the metallic taste of his blood in her mouth. He moved inside of her, his dick getting harder at her moan.
“You like the feel of my dick in you, baby?”
“Yes,” she responded on a soft, little cry that vibrated along his nerve endings.
He licked her lips, the depths of his
Growling at the image that thought presented, he grabbed her waist and turned her, moving over her and pinning her hands above her head before she could protest. “He made you come,” he snarled, his jealousy and fury almost blinding him.
This was petty shit. But, fuck. Petty shit was less fucking painful than that other shit.
She had a lot she was dealing with, but so did he. He overlooked a lot of fucking shit on her behalf. Every-fucking-time she defended Johnnie, it ate him up. It was bad enough he had to watch them laugh and joke. Having to watch them argue like secret lovers wasn’t fucking happening.
She opened her mouth and he glared at her.
“Don’t fuckin’ deny it, Megan, cuz he fuckin’ told me. He made your pussy come and you jerked his cock off.”
Megan struggled against him, but he refused to let her go. His face and stomach was throbbing where Johnnie had punched him. Now, his pride was hurt because of Megan’s words.
“And Kendall ground her pussy all over you and gave you a hard-on, so that makes us all even,” she yelled, shuddering when he bent and licked her nipple. “More so than when I saw you having sex with Kiera. We weren’t really together then. When Kendall did what she did, we were already married.” Writhing beneath him, she hissed at him, only allowing Christopher to hold her even tighter. “Sometimes, I think you and Kendall hate each other so much because you want to have sex with each other and that’s just pent up frustrations.”
Her statement shocked the fuck out of Christopher. If Kendall’s pussy was the last one on earth, he’d hack his cock the fuck off before he ever touched her. However, his surprise made him loosen his grip and Megan pulled one of her hands free, seizing the moment to slap the shit out of him right where Johnnie had clobbered him earlier.
She resisted and wriggled and fought until Christopher couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring her blows, he widened her legs and sank into her, closing his eyes at the sheer heaven of her silken heat and burying his nose in her neck. She stilled beneath him and he raised his head. She was staring up at him with huge blue eyes, tears filling them. Her chin wobbled. Careful to keep his weight in his elbows, Christopher didn’t move. If she told him to get up, he would. If she turned away from him, he’d move, too.
“I was scared, Christopher,” she whispered. “Watching you fight. I didn’t want to see you die and I didn’t want to watch you kill him. Don’t do that ever, ever again.”
Fuck him, but he was scared, too. Not about what happened earlier tonight. No, that shit was tame compared to this. Commitment shit. Marriage wasn’t easy. It was constant compromise and adjusting and backtracking and apologizing and consideration and…plain, fucking work . Shit was hard fucking enough with just them trying to work their shit out. Having all these different motherfuckers throwing their opinions out to them about fucking who did what, fucking what they did, fucking how they did it, fucking why they did it, and when and fucking where they did it, made shit even worse.
Having the fucking family from hell, thanks to fucking Logan gladly fucking up his daughters and grandchildren and all kinds of shit come to light, kept them in fucking turmoil.
Megan widened her legs for him and he sank deeper into her, groaning. His destructive thoughts scattered. Her little fingers skated across his bruises and cuts that neither of them had bothered to see to and he kissed her, the metallic taste of his blood in her mouth. He moved inside of her, his dick getting harder at her moan.
“You like the feel of my dick in you, baby?”
“Yes,” she responded on a soft, little cry that vibrated along his nerve endings.
He licked her lips, the depths of his
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