Vivian POV
He covered my nipple with his lips again and I shuddered in a musk breath, the desired flicked through my whole body, my needs aroused intensely. I held on to the bed sheets, my fingers digging into the bed, supporting my own weight.
His mouth worked wonders on my nipple as he licked, bit and nibbled ruthlessly on them, switching over to each one at time intervals. My lips hung open, moans after moans escaped my lips.
Max had always had it rough with me during sex in our three years of marriage and I had liked them but neither has I felt this Goosy sensation like before; it wasn’t obligation, ownership of duty; it felt mutual and compromising, as of he wanted me to feel something different this time around.
“Ahh, Max please~” I drawled heavily, my voice crooker than ever, etched and hooked that it came out only as a muffle sound. I instinctively gripped his hair, pulling him even more closer to my boobs.
Was I mutually sex-starved? I didn’t have the answer to the very one question that gnawed my mind. Max was still focused, his sucks becoming even more harder as if he wanted to gulp down my boobs.
He pushed his hands down and lifted my legs up and placed the on the bed as he gently shifted my waist to settle properly on the bed, his lips still stuck on my nipple. Right now, my boobs had turned to a shady glinting pink, the wetness a full evidence of what Max tongue has done to it, now arching.
He took off the remaining shred of clothes left on my body and settled above me, giving me one final bite on the nipple then he removed his lips and stared at me with a wide lustful grin.
“Enjoying it, aren’t you Now honey?” He asked with mischievousness and I became embarrassed and quickly swabbed my face to face another corner of the room. His manly scent filled my nostrils accompanied with the scent of lustful heat in the room.
My pussy dripped wet intensely, arching, needy, wanting, craving for a touch, for something to slide in but I wouldn’t bring myself to even utter my mind to him.
As long as I was concerned, Max was a total scumbag of a husband.
Call me shameless that I was enjoying what he did to me at the moment, that is because I was totally a loser when it came to intimacy between I and Max. I had fallen for him but he had fallen for another and that fat still remained, permanently imprinted on my mind.
” Don’t wanna speak anymore huh? Tell me, how do you beg those men you fuck with?” He suddenly reminded out of the blue, making me flinch at the severity and outburst of his voice even when it sounded low, I could easily sense the slight hint of anger masked and buried, replaced with his thick commanding voice.
‘It has always been the case for the both of us. I wondered why Max thinks of me as a whore. I didn’t understand why he thinks that I cheat and slept with different men but I cared less about his thoughts of me at the moment. He could believe whatever he wants’.
I remained silent, staring at him with mixed feelings as I battled with the next choice if words to use and also conflicting with my body and mind.
” Words Vivian. I fucking want words. Have you suddenly gone mute huh? Tell me something. How do you get those guys to fuck you huh?” He asked again, this time around, his voice was sterner than the latter and I frowned.
Why does he suddenly care about it! He’s always shoved those false accusations on me but never did once queried me about them so why he was suddenly interested confused me.
“Get off me Max” I mustered all possible restraints in me, blocking out my lusty mind from overtaking my body once more, he seemed taken aback by my words but his face contorted with a deep brown, the lines on his forehead getting thicker with each moment of passing stare at me. I laid underneath him, helpless, useless, in total surrender if whatever he could do to me; it felt like he could decide my date at the moment, whether to let go or not now rested on his shoulders.
O shrugged, attempting to push him away but he held down my hands with such seriousness that scared me, his grip became painful but I kicked against wincing, refusing to let him see my pains.
” Why don’t you ever refute the claims? Each time I say them, you never disagree or agree to them. Does that mean you’re what it is huh? You’re a slutty whore who got things cooked up just to be on my father’s good side? Then manipulated him to yourself to have me for yourself and obsession?” He inquired, his voice lacing with desperation for an answer but I wasn’t ready to let him in on anything.
It was too late for him. If I had been a priority to him, and he wasn’t blinded by the fact I couldn’t let him be with Ruth, maybe I could have told him the truth about me, and the truth about what I represent.
But Max really doesn’t deserve to know the details neither was I ready to tell him any of it.
“You can believe what the fuck ever you want to believe Max. I don’t owe you an explanation for whatsoever you fucking think I am” I retorted sharply in irritation, anger slowly building up inside me but I managed to keep my cool.
“Really?” He said, nodding knowingly. ” I really thought you’ve got some conscience in you but now I’m beginning to doubt if you actually posses that Vivian” He continued.
“Ruth is still better, a way more better option than you. I am not surprised. It’s hereditary. Your father is also man whore and he absolutely gave birth to one” He cajoled and in that moment, I gave him a heavy slap.