“Drew, he’s fine.”
Damn it.
“I’ll rock him myself,” Drew said, getting up and pulling on a pair of boxers that did little to conceal his ready for me cock. Grrrrr.
I should have stayed in bed. I shouldn’t have taken it the way I did, but damn it, I didn’t want Nicholas to think all he had to do was yell a little, and somebody would come and give him what he wanted.
“Leave him in bed, Drew,” I followed, coming between him and Nicky.
“Move, Morgan.”
“No, Drew. There is nothing wrong with him. I don’t want him thinking all he has to do is throw a tantrum like his dad and he’ll get what he wants.”
“Excuse me?” Drew questioned in the tone. Shit, I wasn’t going for this either. I was going for sex. “You think I throw a tantrum to get what I want?”
“No, Drew. I’m only referring to Nicholas. There is nothing wrong with him. He’s just fighting sleep. Let’s leave him alone and let him fall asleep on his own.”
“Why? Because you’d rather have your pussy rubbed than take care of your son?”
“Really? You’re going to talk like this in front of our son?”
“He had no clue what I just said. Is that what your problem is, Morgan? Your pussy needs to be rubbed?” Drew asked, trying to move his fingers between my legs. I forced his hand away from me with a jerk, stepping away from him.
“I don’t need you to touch anything. Go ahead, get him up, teach him to get what he wants before he’s even two.”
“Shut up, Morgan. I’m warning you. Shut the hell up.”
“Fuck you,” I yelled, instantly feeling the back of his hand across my eye. It all happened so fast, I’m not even sure how many times he hit me. I know I was on the floor, he was on top of me, and poor little Nicky was screaming now, scared to death. That’s when Drew came to his senses, looked down in a realization of what he was doing to me and got up. He picked up Nicky, shushing and comforting him as he sat in the rocking chair. I scrambled to my feet and left them.
“Why, Morgan?” Drew asked, sitting on my side of the bed after getting Nicholas asleep and in bed.
“Why what?” I asked, still tasting blood from the inside of my lip.
“Why do you make me do that? Why can’t you just do what I tell you to do?” he asked, turning me to the side and rubbing my ass. Now he was going to punish me for making him hit me. We’d have amazing fucked up sex, and he’d be sorry. I either went along with it, enjoyed the honeymoon stage until the next time or else, well, I didn’t really have an or else. I did what he said or there were consequences. There were no other alternatives with Drew. Drew didn’t really give me options.
“Get up here and lay across my lap.”
I routinely did what I was told. Frustrated, I let my body takeover, getting off on my husband leaving his hand print on my bare ass. Moaning as he dipped his finger deep into my pussy.
“Roll over, baby,” Drew, huskily coaxed. I knew what he was planning. I hated and loved it all at the same time. “On your stomach.” I knew what that was all about too. He couldn’t look at my battered face at the same time he made me come.
Drew positioned me how he wanted me, arching my hips and spreading my legs so that my entire backside was exposed to him. That wasn’t the embarrassing part.
Drew moved from the bed and I stayed still, listening to him retrieve whatever he was planning on using from the drawer. Feeling the squirt of cool gel on my ass, I felt the first smaller ball and then the next and next, until all five of the metal balls were inserted into my ass. Drew held his thumb there, insuring they stayed securely hiding in my ass while his other finger danced on my clitoris. I moaned, forgetting about the taste of blood or swelling beneath my eye. This time was way different than the other handful of times Drew had gotten me off like this. I didn’t feel the three squirts of liquid being forced from my body by my husband. I felt one, very long, powerful bout at the same time I felt the balls being pulled from my ass.
I was all but screaming in ecstasy, feeling my juices being spread all over my pussy and inner thighs by Drew’s hand. Where the hell did this man learn to do this stuff? I felt like I was falling, stuck in a whirling tornado, or flying through the air. It wouldn’t stop, the quavering deep in my core, pulsating over and over, causing me to drop to the bed.
Drew came to the side of my face and inserted his cock into my mouth. He fucked my mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my bruising eye. He didn’t stay there as long as he normally would. He couldn’t look at my face and do this. I felt another squirt of K-Y jelly on my ass and then felt him slide in with a moan. Drew once again pulled me to my knees, holding my hands behind my back while fucking me in the ass.