Page 39 of Love is So Mean

Chapter 21

Enrique

To say it’s been a long few days is an understatement. I went from engaged to single then back engaged and now married within 24 hours. The guys and I were left behind by Yasmeena so we hit a bar or two before flying back home so, as Jeeves joked, Matthew and I could get back to our wives.

Wife.I knew it was in name only but that was Yasmeena-my boss’s-title. And the knot in my stomach reminded me that I was expected to perform certain tasks. I wasn’t worried about my performance in theory but what if heartbreak made it hard for me to become erect? I know the kiss and the way she rubbed against me did the trick before I signed the contract but I was still in shock and an hour fresh from that breakup.

My nerves carried me to my new home. I knew I needed to pack up the other house and tell the owner to put it back on the market but it wasn’t anything I felt like doing immediately.

I used the code to let myself in the door but the house was quiet. Too quiet. My concern immediately spiked, almost making me forget why I was mad at Yasmeena in the first place. I knew she was detached from emotions but I wondered if any ofthis would have happened if she didn’t happen to go to Halo that night.

My feet moved quickly through the house. I refrained from yelling her name lest she was only sleeping. I checked the areas I passed just in case. My breathing evened a little when I saw her in her bed.

Yasmeena was asleep while still wearing the dress she wore during the wedding. I chose not to consider when she brought that dress. I covered her better and went back to the kitchen and poured a cup of water for her in case she needed to take her medicine in the middle of the night.

I ended up crashing after and didn’t wake up until she called me about her doctor’s appointment. I rushed through the process of getting ready. Those nerves were back and weren't related to sex in the least bit. I was afraid that she’d gotten worse.

All the information the doctor threw at me followed me through my work day and once I’d finally made it back to the house, I took a shower and climbed into bed where I could research until I fell asleep.

Now, I’m about thirty minutes into studying her condition, the new medication, and all that it could mean for her fertility whenYasmeena knocks on my door and lets herself into my room.

I thought she was off digesting what the doctor said but it appears that I was so wrong.

There was something about the way she walks in with another barely there robe and a near wild look in her eyes that tells me exactly why she’s here. In case I didn’t catch the memo, the way she checks out my bare torso and her words make her intentions clear. I don’t have time to wonder if I’m ready for this or even be nervous about the fact that my boss wants to procreate with me because she’s already on top of me. I didn’tbother getting dressed so the cover is the only thing between our naked bodies.

“Concentrate, Noe,” there’s a subtle change in her pitch as she cups my cheek with one hand. Her thumb draws lazy circles on my chin as she moves her waist in a circular motion. “I know you can do it, there is nothing that you can’t accomplish.”

I’d be amused about the sexual pep talk if she wasn’t rubbing her bare pussy against my dick, she dances to her own music as her free hand slowly leads a trail up to her nipples.

I watch as she moves them in the same circular motion as she further arouses herself. My earlier thoughts are answered; a broken heart cannot stop my body from reacting to this kind of stimulation.

Yasmeena doesn’t speak as she leans in taking advantage of the fact that she doesn’t have to scoot up or down. She nips at my chin, the same spot that she was just touching with her thumb. Her free hand shocks me as her nails lightly scratch a trail from my neck to my hardening dick.

“Mmm.”

The sensation of her nails on my head and her soft moan pull an aroused grunt out of me. Deciding I’m hard enough, Yasmeena slides me inside of her. The heat and the tightness of her pussy makes my erection fully hard almost immediately.

The transition was so fast it was almost dizzying, I’d hate to admit how fucking good it feels but bare is always a different level, it almost means I might cum faster. Yasmeena works her hips as her pretty tits bounce. I grab her hips trying to slow things down but she’s determined to break me quickly.

“Fuck, Yas-”

“Shut up.” she tells me while slapping a hand over my mouth. I groan from being ridden and the sight of her enjoying it, but some of my anger is returning from the way I’m being treated.

I try to tell her to move her fucking hand but I swear her grip has gotten tighter, making it hard to breath. Apparently, my dick is the only thing of value. That can be flattering in a lot of situations but not this one. She continues to ride me and feel me up while keeping my mouth covered like my words could somehow mess up the moment. I glare up at the woman currently trying to siphon my sperm out of me as I remove her hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I question once I can breathe. Yasmeena appears to have ignored me until she speaks again.

“Stop talking, Enrique. Just stop fucking talking and fuck a baby into me like you agreed to. That’s all I need from you,”

If she were anyone else I would have pushed her off of me. I’ve hardly said a word since this has started but I’m somehow talking too much? Luckily, this feels good so I’ll let it go for now but I will have my revenge.

Yasmeena seems to be enjoying it because her forehead drops on mine, as we lose ourselves in each other and for just a moment it feels real.

Forgetting how she is, I try to kiss her but am quickly denied. I like the connection kissing brings to the act but Yasmeena wants nothing to do with that. I try to fuck out my frustrations with this entire thing. My goal is to concentrate on how it feels to be inside of Yasmeena.

Watching her play with herself as she rides me is hot but I love being involved. I join in, my thumb finds her clit and begins to rub it. I want to see her cum but she grabs my wrist and stops me.

“Don’t. I don’t need your help just focus on cuming. Think about Emily so you can cum.”