His distrust was crushing, but I had to toughen up my resolve so I could run to my closet and get necessities before I checked myself into a hotel or go over to my best friend’s house in Hampstead.
Meeting his stormy eyes once more, I willed myself to be stronger for a little bit longer. I could collapse later, but at this instant, I needed strength. “Trust it… because you’ll find me in Kyle’s house.”
We fought with our eyes for a second before I felt him loosening his hold off my arm. Again, the old Blake would’ve lost his mind with jealousy, but this one was letting me go.
I had no words to describe the gutting turmoil my heart was processing at this sign. Blake Knightly had definitely left me before I even knew it.
“You won’t get your divorce until you give me a baby. My baby, so if you intended to fuck Matthews, best you wait until you’ve given birth to my child. You also need to dispose of your pills.”
He was being so mechanical. I hated him and yearned for him all at the same time.
“Is that all?”
“I’ll come to your bed in two weeks’ time and every night for a week. I hope that’ll be enough time. Hopefully, by this course, the first draft of our divorce will be ready.”
“What if by the end of that week I don’t conceive?”
“Then I won’t let you out of the bed until you are pregnant with my child.”
Who would have thought a week ago I’d be his breeding cow? Life was ironic. Just as I was about to move, he pulled me back again.
“When did you have your last menstrual cycle?”
Was he fucking kidding me? “The other day, it went on for five days, in case you’re wondering about that as well.” I was being snarky, but he was begging for it.
“So you’re not back on the pill yet then?” he inquired, as if the question was as simple as asking what the weather was.
I shook my head. I would get back on it supposedly the day after tomorrow. However, since he was planning on making me a brood mare before I could get my divorce, I had to throw all those tiny white pills away.
Something crossed his face as he looked at me in such a way that left me cold and unwanted. “Get to bed, naked. I’ll come for you tonight.”
The thought of him touching me made me a little desperate. “When, what time?”
“I need some time to myself before I fuck you,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice. There was something about it that made me a little crazy.
“You make it sound like you can’t get hard enough to fuck me, Blake.”
“Maybe I can’t.”
Aw, hell to the mother fucking no. Did he just…? He did, didn’t he? And since we were already here, why not just get on with it? Disrobing, I let it fall to my feet. I felt no shame in my nakedness because the usual hunger his eyes bore was absent.
“Do it. Let’s get this over with right here.” I brazenly reached out to touch his cock, and just as predicted, he wasn’t hard, but his half-mast state should suffice.
His cock had graced someone else’s body…
Taking charge, I unzipped him before letting his pants fall and freed his cock from his boxers. All the while, he stood motionless, looking at me like I was some sort of specimen, but I was over it.
“How do you want me?”
“You seem to know what you’re doing, so go ahead. Keep going.”
Bastard to the tenth order.
Fuming, I slightly pushed him to sit on the step before I straddled him. He might not be all the way hard, but his dick was big enough to make me orgasm without being its full potential. It was insulting that he wasn’t aroused because I was the total opposite, never had I been this wet for him.
Gripping the base of his cock, I gradually lowered myself to meet his length before I felt it break into my opening, stretching me slowly as I adjusted to his size, feeling the heavy weight of his stare. Beyond emotional, I closed my eyes and focused on the heaven my body was going through.
Biting the bottom of my lip, I slid up before I pushed down again, wetting his shaft with my essence further with each move. When I couldn’t take any more of him, I felt his cock twitch, engorged, finally having risen to full function.
I wanted to moan. I wanted to kiss him. And God, how I missed seeing the love shining through those eyes. However, I knew the moment I opened my eyes I would find none of those in his empty depths. Therefore, I kept them shut. But in my mind, the old Blake was alive and thriving, like the last time I rode him in this position.
“Open your eyes. Look me in the eye and fuck me like you mean it. I know you want to.”
His words snapped me out of my dream, and when I did open my eyes, the void I saw in his made me feel ill.
“I can’t do this.” I tried to get off him, but his hands took hold of my hips and pulled me firmly onto his cock. “I can’t—” A loud moan escaped me as my pussy rejoiced from pleasure.
“Ride it until you’ve emptied my cock. To the very last drop. That’s the only way I’m letting you get off it.” He was really being vicious.
“But that could mean a few more times.” He was insatiable; one session wasn’t ever enough for him.
“Best you get on with it so we can be rid of each other.”
The Point of No Return
Blake
She rode me three times in a row, one succession after the other, screaming and moaning as she had multiple orgasms around me. Sweat broke around her brows as she panted heavily, eyes dazed and heavy as she tried to breathe.
“Caro… I’m tired.”
Caro. One word, and yet, it tugged at my heartstrings. I had been feeling quite shitty for the past few days, and I’d thought that it would be better to give her some space because I, too, needed it. Tonight, I had actually planned to come home and ask if we could talk about us and where we go from there. I had also meant to ask for her forgiveness because I had been wrong to even ask it of her, knowing well that I’d made a promise. However, she had gone beyond temperamental and mentioned divorce.
Thus, when I hung up the phone, I scouted the bar for a woman with the brightest lipstick on and paid her a hundred quid to leave lipstick marks on me. I wanted to drive Sienna insane with jealousy, yet the woman had gone far and beyond.
Divorce for a baby.
I had never in my life felt such trepidation for my own sanity. Sienna’s harsh, accusing words about other women I could tolerate, but what I couldn’t fathom was how she had thrown around the word divorce as if it wasn’t of consequence. I, for one, never dreamt of the day it would even be considered between us. My wife, however, seemed to have thought of it, or it wouldn’t have come out of her Godforsaken mouth in the first place.