The Situation Called For It

Chapter 5

"Fuck me harder!" Ursula moaned as he pushed deeper into her.

"You like that, yea?" Smith asked, slapping her ass cheeks loudly as he slammed his full length into her again.

"I love it!" Ursula yelled, earning another vicious slap on her now red ass cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you would never allow that stupid Alex to touch you again!" He grunted as he slammed repeatedly into her.

"I'm all for you, baby! Your cock is the best in the world!" She moaned.

"Oh yea?"

The fire in his pace increased, and he kept fucking her until he suddenly stopped and slipped his dick out of her. He held her waist in place with both hands, pushing her down so that she arched her back, making her wet cunt very visible to him. Her entrance was inviting and he slipped his dick out of her just lock enough to spit on his hand and rub it against her already wet clit for the simple fun of it.

"You are so sexy when you are horny, Ursy." He teased, while still rubbing her wet pussy.

"Then fuck me, Smith. Stop reading me, please." She begged.

And he did, holding his dick with his hand and with one hand pressing her back down, he rub the tip of his dick against her clit first before he started fucking her again.

Ursula clutched onto the sheets tightly, as Smith's dick moved in and out of her repeatedly. When he flipped her over, she gladly wrapped her jams around his neck and used only one hand to supposed her weight on the bed while Smith continued to fuck her missionary style.

"Tell me you love me, Ursy." Smith commanded like he usually did when he was about to cum.

Ursula wished he would last a bit longer because honestly, she was in the mood to ride him today, but over ten years of knowing him made her understand that he wasn't going to let her.

"I didn't hear you!" He commanded again.

"I love you, Smith! I love you so fucking much!" She found herself saying.

Her lips quivered as his grip on her waist tightened. His hand moved up to her neck and he held her in place, making sure they were maintaining eye contact.

"Are you sure?"

She rolled her eyes, "You know I love you more than any man on this planet, Smith." She said with a resigned frown.

"Even more than Alex?"

She sighed this time, but he was already vibrating on top of her, an indication that he was about to release. She tried to push him away but he didn't bulge, she couldn't help it too so she let him pour himself inside her.

Smith let out a loud groan and collapsed on top of her, completely spent. Ursula did not move for a long time, she merely lay there trying to grasp her breath and at the same time enduring Smith's weight.

When she felt she had had enough, she started shoving him gently until he rolled off her with a tired sigh. Both of them lay panting for a few more seconds before Ursula stood up and picked her panties where she had dropped them in the heat of the moment.

She was still searching for her bra when Smith's voice halted her, "I did not hear you." He stated with a stubborn frown.

"I– I don't understand?" Her voice was still rough from the sex.

"You didn't tell me you love me for more than Alex." Smith reminded her, his disappointment evident in the state he gave her.

"But do I have to say it?"

"Of course. I always need a reminder. It's the only thing that keeps me sane, knowing that you are legally bound to him and I only get to be with you when you are working."

"And yet I spend more time with you." She reminded him too, but his expression did not change.

"So you love him more than you love me?" Ursula scoffed, Smith paled, "Does he fuck you better?!"

Her eyes flew in his direction and she eyed him coldly. She wanted to say yes but she bit her lips and glared at him instead. "I don't remember the last time I let him fuck me. It's been only you for months and you know it."

"Then why is it hard to say you love me more than him?"

She snapped the hook of her bra and walked back to the bed in her panties and bra, Smith was still naked on the bed. His now flaccid dick resting on his laps, he leaned his head on the bed post and waited for her.

"You know it's you I love, babe. I love you even more than I love myself. I've loved you for eternity."

His eyes softened, "But sometimes I doubt it." He said sheepishly.

She sighed, "Why?"

"Why is it taking you so long to leave him?"

Ursula sighed again, "I have my plans and you know it. I can't just wake up and rush out of a marriage of ten years. A life I've spent a decade building, my dreams, my family, our plans…"

"Then I'm not your family?"

His eyes looked gloomy, like he would burst into tears if she confirmed his fear. But Hayley claimed into the bed instead, bending in front of him, she cupped his face in her hand and made him look at her.

"Of course you are." She gave him a reassuring smile, "Everything I do, I do it for you, Smith. For us. For our families."

"But it's taking too long! I've waited forever to have you to myself and it just feels like it's never going to happen. Each time you go back to him, I feel like you are ripping out my heart in the cruelest manner and taking it with you."

Ursula took in a deep breath, "It's going to happen, I'm working on it."

"That's what you have been saying and yet nothing has happened."

She turned abruptly, giving him a hard glare, "Maybe if you didn't leave me the way you did we wouldn't be here in the first place."

Smith stood up from the bed in his full glory, his dick dangling in front of him. "I've explained why I had to leave a thousand times already, but you have never explained why you chose to get married to Alex just a few months after I Ieft."

Ursula lowered her eyes, "The situation called for it."

"What situation?"

She turned away from him, it was the same answer he got each time he tried to talk about her sudden decision to marry Alex.

"I have to leave, Smith” she told him in a tone that suggested she was done with the conversation, “Get up and get dressed so you can leave before the room service arrives to tidy this place."

Smith raked his hand through his hair and turned her around to face him, "Now you are avoiding the topic."

"No, I'm not. I'm merely running late for my appointment."

"And you are going to return to Alex soon."

"I have to."

His grip on her hand tightened, "Why?"

"Our son is sick and I must be there."

"Is that what Alex had to come all the way here to tell you?"

She winced, "Why? Isn't that enough reason?"

He nodded, "No. We both know you don’t care about that boy that much…”

She snatched her hand from his grip, “You are hurting me!”

His eyes softened, “I’m sorry, babe. I’m just tired of-“

She raised her hand to silent him, “I don’t want to hear of it.”

When she left the room several minutes later, Smith could not help his curiosity so he found himself rummaging through her bags and files. Anything to keep him sane and remind him that she was still his.

And so when his eyes caught a file that was securely tucked under a pile of neatly folded clothes, he found himself seething with anger as realization washed over him.

"The bitch!" He cursed silently as he looked at the divorce papers in his hand.