“Karessa,” I warn, but my other pile follows. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m also capable of being an asshole, Oran.” The document I was reading hits my lap then slides to the floor. I’ve been working on that for the last hour. If she were a man, I’d fight her.
“I almost called you a bitch.”
“Do it,” she taunts. “Get it out of your system, asshole.”
The tip of Karessa’s colorful foot presses the lid of my MacBook down.
“You better no-”
The devastating crash of technology hitting the ground and not knowing if it will be salvageable has me ripping her off my desk. She fights to get out of my hold, but I have her chest pressed to mine with a vise grip around her waist.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I yell in her face.
She pushes at my chin; her nails scratching my cheek but I refuse to let her go.
“If I am, it’s because of you,” she hollers back. The poised lady is gone, leaving hellfire in her place. “I’m sick of your shit, Hell!”
She wraps her legs around my waist for leverage and pulls my hair. I bite her neck, but she moans and throws this whole tiff into another direction. I fall back into my chair with her on top of me. Karessa clutches my chin and squeezes hard to fuck with me further.
“You mad big guy? Did I upset your day?” She goads me. She taps my face hard enough to irritate me but not be a slap. “Still want to call me a bitch?”
She licks my lips and rocks on my dick, making it harder with each pass. I’m angry and horny. Any other time we would’ve had angry sex right here, but we can’t without an understanding. If she wants me to be that asshole, I can give her what she wants.
“Bitch, what do you think? Do you see what you just did?”
She gasps because she didn’t expect it.
“What? You think you’re the only one who can use names? You want me to hurt your feelings? Does that make you feel better?” I brand her lips with mine, taking my kiss harshly to expel my anger. If she wants to fight, she’s come to the right guy.
Karessa moans once more from dry humping me at her leisure. With a firm grip on her shoulders, I stop her quest.
“Enjoyment of my dick is for my wife. Didn’t you vacate that position?”
“I needed time to think!”
“Good for you. Are you finished blaming me for your prenup?”
“I wasn’t blaming you, I wanted to know how they forced you to marry me!”
“The reason is not important. Just know I did it for you. It was more for your benefit than mine. It’s the past. We can only worry about now!”
“Ask me what I want to do.”
“We’re beyond that now, I don’t give a fuck what you want to do.”
Karessa pulls my tie and grinds on my dick. “Tell me,” she moans. “Tell me what it’ll be.”
I grab her hip, digging my fingers into her flesh and my other hand grabs her face.
“You
’re mine. You might as well change your name. You’re not going any fucking where. No one else can have you.” I unsnap the buttons on her dress to knead one of her breasts. “I hate the thought of another man touching. You can’t get rid of me.”
Lust shines in her eyes, her face is so close to mine our lips vibrate when she speaks.
“Claim me, then. Back up the shit you talk, please.”