Chapter Twenty Nine

Stephen

I was silent on the drive home, my mind a whirlwind of anger. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this furious. I wanted to throttle that jerk. I was so lost in my rage that I didn’t even notice Trinity was trying to talk to me.

Trinity - Stephen!

I didn’t mean to, but my mood got the better of me and I snapped at her.

Stephen - What, Trinity?

Her look said it all. She got out of the car, grabbed our lunches, and practically slammed the door in my face as she headed towards the door leading into the house. I quickly got out of the car and followed her.

Once we were in the kitchen, she put my lunch down and turned to leave again.

Stephen - Where the hell do you think you’re going?

She didn’t even bother to look at me.

Trinity - Back off, Stephen. I don’t need your mood. When you’re ready to talk, come find me.

That was the last straw. I tossed my lunch in the trash. Hearing the bin close, she stopped and turned to look at me. I walked up to her, backing her against the wall, and pinned her there with my hands.

Stephen - So what’s your problem, babe?

Trinity - My problem? Stephen, you’ve been in a foul mood since we saw that detective. I tried to talk to you three times on the drive home and you ignored me. I know you’re angry, and I know what you need to fix it. So just do it already and then we can talk.

I towered over her, but she wasn’t backing down. She never did. It was one of the things I loved most about her. She was the only one who really got me. And I knew what she was saying, and I could see in her eyes that she meant it.

Stephen - You think you can just boss me around, huh? Keep it up and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll be begging for mercy.

I watched as she realized I was ready to take out my frustrations on her so we could have a real conversation afterward.

Trinity - You don’t have the guts.

She practically spat the words at me. God, she was feisty, and it turned me on.

Stephen - First thing I’m going to do is get rid of that shirt.

I ripped open her blouse.

Stephen - Now that’s more like it.

I admired her large breasts, barely contained by her sheer bra. The moment I let her go to get a better look, she tried to make a run for it.

Stephen - Get back here.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me. My hand found its way to her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. I would never hurt her, but I did like to play rough sometimes. I pinned her against the wall.

Stephen - You think I’m playing, Trinity?

Trinity - Prove it, then.

She smirked at me. God, this woman drove me crazy.

I tore off her bra and took her breasts in my hands. I kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth, my hand still on her throat.

Stephen - Open your mouth, if you know what’s good for you.

I growled at her, tightening my grip on her throat. She finally gave in and we kissed. I could feel her resistance melting away. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. My hand played with her nipples. She felt so good, I was about to—

Stephen - Ouch! Damn it, Trinity!

She’d bitten my tongue. My wife was a naughty little minx, and I loved it.

Stephen - That’s it. No more games.

Still smarting from the bite, I turned her around and pulled down her pants.

Stephen - Bend over, Trinity. Now.

I commanded her, my control over her growing stronger. She didn’t move. She was in a playful mood, I could tell by the smirk on her face as she looked at me over her shoulder. If that’s how she wanted to play, fine by me.

I pressed her into the wall, my forearm against the back of her neck. Her face was flat against the wall, she was at my mercy and she knew it. I pulled out my dick. I was rock hard and ready to give her the ride of her life.

Stephen - I’m going to fuck you so hard, just the way you like it.

I was irritated from the encounter with Peters earlier, and now I was incredibly turned on by my wife. Her pants were around her ankles and her thong was pushed to the side. Then she said in a determined voice,

Trinity - I’d like to see you try. I bet you can’t.

Oh really? I thought. I was ready to go, and she was as wet as could be. I thrust into her.

Trinity - Oh, fuck!

My forearm was still on the back of her neck and my other hand was on her hip, then in her hair, pulling her head back and pushing her ass out more. I was thrusting as hard as I could. Her ass jiggled with each stroke. She whimpered as I grunted and fucked her harder.

I moved closer to her ear and said,

Stephen - How do you like that, you little tease?

She didn’t say anything, just stifled her moans as I kept pounding her. I alternated between pushing her face into the wall and pulling her head back by her hair, fucking her harder and more aggressively.

Stephen - You might be a tease, babe, but I have to admit, you’ve got some good pussy.

I tried to shove every inch I had into her.

Trinity - Oh, fuck you, Stephen. God damn it, fuck you!

Her nails clawed at the wall as she screamed profanities at me.

I could feel my climax building, the urge to mark her as mine was too strong. I pulled out and spun her around, lifting her off her feet and pressing her against the wall. She was petite, her face only reaching my chest. I was on the edge, so I drove into her with all I had. Her moans were drowned out by my own grunts and heavy breathing.

Just as I was about to let go, she screamed.

“Trinity - Oh, you fucking jerk, god, I hate you, you feel so good. I hate you for making me cum... I'm cumming... I'm cumming all over you.”

Her words sent me over the edge. I was too far gone, her pleasure only fueling my own. I didn't stop, I just pounded her harder against the wall until I roared.

“Stephen - You and your fucking golden pussy, take it! I'm going to fill you up until it spills out on the floor... yes... take it!”

Even after I came, I kept moving inside her, trying to prolong the moment. Then she whispered for me not to stop, that she was close again. I spun her around, gripping her hips, and drove into her until she screamed once more.

“Trinity - Oh, fuck... yes... yes... you did it again, baby...”

Exhausted, I let her go and collapsed into a chair in the lounge next to us. I was spent, satisfied, and aching. She moved over to me and curled up in my lap.

She started purring, a sound that always made my cock twitch. I loved that post-coital purr she did.

“Trinity - Baby, that was fantastic as usual. You think we pissed the neighbors off with that?”

“Stephen - Hmm, I don't know, baby, but right now I don't care.”

I kissed her tenderly and murmured,

“Stephen - One day you'll be the death of me.”

She gave me a devilish grin and replied,

“Trinity - I know, daddy.”

That made me growl again as I pulled her closer, our tongues dancing as one.