Is that why you have a hard dick watching me fuck your stepmom?

“Derek, wait,” I pleaded with a gasp, but my hips rolled greedily, chasing the pleasure he was once more offering me.

The issue of him saying he paid for me slipped my mind completely as his fingering sped up.

“No waiting,” he murmured, his husky voice charismatic and possessive, even as he made me squirm and squeal under his touch. “We have a whole year of fucking to catch up on.”

He kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping into my open mouth effortlessly before I could protest. His tongue stroked sensually against mine, making me moan and slowly peel my hands off the wall.

I melted, hands fisting his hair, returning his kiss with shameless hunger.

"Derek please. Let's talk," I murmured against his lips, the kissing resuming the next instant.

Much as I would have liked to say otherwise, the kissing and touching was mutual. I was sinfully attracted to his forbidden man. Confident. Assertive yet affectionate. Handsome. And most importantly? All over me.

If I ever had the chance to discover my type away from Jason, I imagine it would have been Derek. He was probably distinguished and smart too. What kind of conversations would we have when the fucking finally ceased? What would it be like to have long talks into the night with my intellectual equal?

"Tell your husband you want this back inside your sore pussy," Derek said, his cock in hand.

He slid his big, angry dick between my thighs and shattered my day dream. This man didn't want my company. He wanted my cunt.

At least that was something though. Jason, I realised, had wanted neither.

"Please, Derek. My pussy can't," I said, glaring at his dick with hungry eyes.

"We'll talk after we fuck. I promise. After I remind you that you're mine," he said, easing the head of his dick into my aching pussy.

I said nothing as a hand landed on my thigh and raised it.

My heart couldn't help the flicker of hope. Did he really care what I had to say? Would we really talk as equals? Man and wife?

What was I thinking? This man was a stranger.

"I never thought the day would come when I would say this, but all you want is sex, Mr. Nelson. I'm just not—" I rambled as his dick started stretching my pussy.

"Neither am I, Pearl. I must have made some first impression for you to think all I want is sex," he said, kind blue eyes staring down into mine as his dick continued to inch into me. "Your husband wants a real marriage, Pearl. My dick just won't listen to reason. You're so fucking sexy," he purred, bottoming out inside me.

"M-me?" I struggled to blurt out, my whole head bursting into flames.

I was too stunned to moan, even when he started withdrawing slowly.

"You want me. Someone wants me," I said with a sigh, letting my eyes close as I lowered my guard.

All I ever wanted was for someone to say the things he was saying to me. Fuck me the way he did last night. My knee was buckling and I knew this position wasn't feasible given my physically exhausted and big body. Still, the fight left me.

"Of course I do. Why else would I have married you, Pearl? You really don't remember anything from our wedding night?" he asked before hammering back into me.

My mouth dropped open to answer him. Before I could, the bedroom door was flung open so hard it bounced off the wall.

“Pearl," Jason cried out, wild eyed, chest heaving.

His quarterback body stood in the doorway and guilt came knocking again.

He took in the scene, me naked and pinned to the wall with Derek's dick buried deep inside me. My thighs trembled alongside my lips and his face crumpled.

“Get your dick out of my girlfriend. Get the fuck away from her, you bastard," he roared, storming forward. “She’s coming home with me. I love her. I fucking love her, Dad.”

Derek pulled back again. My shoulders dropped, equal parts in relief and disappointment.

"I should go with Jason. We can talk about divorce when you're—" I said, trying to be sensible, accepting my fate.

Derek did no such thing. Just as I thought his dick was leaving my pussy, he slammed back into me.

My eyes snapped up to his. They were blazing with anger. The force of his thrust made me cry out as he stared me dead in the eye.

“Last night you were marrying Lena. Fuck off Jason. You know better than to enter my room without knocking. She’s not going anywhere. We're fucking busy. Piss off," Derek boomed, then he pulled back again and started building up a rhythm.

"Oh fuck. Not again," I cried out, holding my husband's gaze as his dick reclaimed my pussy.

"For fuck's sake, dad. You've had your fun. A quickie divorce is fine. You don't want Plush Pearl. I need her," said Jason, his true colors shining through.

I fucking should have known better than to think Jason really wanted me. Tears welled up in my eyes anyway.

"I paid for this pussy, Jason. Meet your new step mom. I'm not getting a fucking divorce," Derek said with a groan as he started pumping into me in earnest. "You're making my wife cry and looking at her gorgeous, naked jugs and it's pissing me off. Get the fuck out," said my possessive husband, gasping as he spoke, but showing no signs of stopping.

Jason froze. “You did what? She's worthless. No money needed. Why would you pay for her?" Jason insisted with a sneer, but his eyes were indeed glued to my bouncing, pendulous tits as his father fucked me.

"Is that why you have a hard dick watching me fuck your stepmom, Jason?" Derek called back at his son with a laugh. "Is his dick out yet? Is he jerking himself to your pussy getting fucked, angel?"