EroticReverie

Jackson James 

I’m twenty eight, and met Peyton two years ago when she was just turning nineteen. Her personality and presence was electric , I was consumed by her , always wanting to be around her. Addicted to her wicked little devils smirk and the way she drove me fucking wild by simply tossing a glance in my direction. 

We started dating and had quickly become obsessed with another. To point it was fucking toxic. Our love, our obsession with one another is toxic. 

So naturally. We married only a year later. 

My friends told me I was crazy, her friends told her she was too. Our friends and family knew all too well the way we fought and argued. While I hated couples who caused scenes in public, me and Peyton were no fucking strangers to bringing our drama out in public. 

I’d come home tonight after a rough day at work, to find her packing her bags. Instantly , I’d started up. She did this all the time. Something would set her off. She’d get it into her head I did something with another woman or that I didn’t love her anymore, and she’d pack her shit and threaten to leave. But she always made sure I caught her packing her shit. Never leaving before I could get home and  stop her from actually leaving. 

She drove me fucking insane. In the best ways and the worst ways. My wife was a fucking twenty out of ten. Sometimes I wonder how she can believe I’d ever find someone hotter than her. And it’s not just her looks. Maybe I’m crazy for loving her endless need for drama , but it makes me rock hard for her every god damn time. Sometimes I wonder if she does it just to get the make up sex afterward. 

There’s two bags by our front door inside and she’s currently coming down the stairs with a third. 

Peyton stands at the top of the stairs of our multimillion dollar home , and lifts her chin. She’s five foot nine to my six foot five. She has thick , long, wavy , dark brown hair nearly down to her ass , which is currently pulled up into a high ponytail. Her d cup tits and hourglass figure hugged by a dress , in my favorite color on her. The tight white dress clings to every dangerous curve. She’s wearing a pair of white heels that click on the stairs as she huffs and continues walking down the stairs. 

“Turn your ass around and bring that shit back to our closet.” I say as I snatch up the other two bags. 

“Put those down!” She yells as she drops the other bag at the bottom of the stairs and then over to me and grabs her bags. 

“What is it this time Peyton?” I ask. Yanking the bags away and tossing them across the floor and she watches them slide across the waxed floors. 

“Huh?” I ask. “What is it this time babe?” 

“Don’t call me babe. I’m not your babe anymore.” She hisses. 

She scowls as I smirk. 

“I mean it! I’m leaving!” She says and I nod and step towards her. 

“You know I’m not letting you leave this fucking house. And you’re sure as fuck not leaving ME , Peyton” 

“Yes I am” she crosses her arms and glares at me. 

“Alright then. Go.” I say with a shrug. I watch her eyes widen and her mouth drop. I’ve never used this strategy. 

“I’m not dealing with your shit tonight. You want to go? Fuckin go babe. There’s the door.” I nod and keep walking through the foyer towards the inside of the house. 

I hear her little gasp and her little huff at the fact I’ve thrown her a curveball this time. I never fucking tell her to leave. I always make a show of dragging her things back to our room and give her the argument she wants and then drag her to the fucking bedroom as she fights me and throw her down and fuck her, while she claws and bites and screams as I fuck her. My teeth sinking into her. Fingers holding onto her body and drilling my dick into her pussy till we’re both spent and panting and my little fucking devil is satisfied. 

I hear her heels against the floor. Smirking as I hear them come toward me and not away from me. Two hands shove at my back as she reaches me and I turn and she shoves me again.

“You WANT me to leave! You’ve always wanted me to leave!” She yells and her hands shove at my chest again as I let her keep pushing me. Keeping my face calm, watching her grow more and more pissed off when I don’t react. 

“Why did you even marry me?! You don’t even want me!!!” She yells and her hands ball into fists as she rains them on my chest and I grab her wrists and hold them as she tries to yank them free. 

“Cause you’re a good lay.” I say, lying just to piss her off more. I mean. She was a fantastic fuck. She knew that. But that’s not the only reason I married her. I fucking fell in love with her crazy the second I met her. We don’t always fight and when we’re good. We’re great. But when fight, we’re even better. At least after the fighting is over. Because that’s when we fuck so hard We could set the fucking bed on fire. 

“Fuck you!” She yells and keeps yanking at the hold I have on her wrists. 

“You want to go? You want to leave me Peyton? Go on. Do it. Leave. “ I growl

As I push her against the wall hard making her head knock against it, her back and her ass following and she glared at me. 

“Leave so I can bring all the women I apparently cheat on you with back here. Leave so I can finally fuck them the way that you think I do” I say and she scowls at me. Glaring daggers and I smirk. She spits on me , my eyes closing and I take a deep breath. 

“You fucking asshole!” She hisses. 

I open my eyes. I spit right back.  She gasps and then I Put my hips to her and hold both of her hands over her head with one hand. Pinning them hard to the painting behind her and the other hand grabbing her throat. 

“Spit on me again, and I’ll fucking make you regret it Peyton”

“What are you gonna do? Hit me?!” She argues. 

“You’d enjoy that. Wouldn’t you little devil?” I groan as she sucks in a breath and my hand goes down over her chest and I grab her breast then lift my hand and smack it through the dress. Her gasp followed by a little moan. Yeah Peyton liked me hitting her. Her tits. Her ass. Her pretty fucking face. I only smacked her when we fucked. Never while arguing or outside of the bedroom. Did I man handle her during arguments? Yes. I used my strength against her not because I could, but because she fucking loved it. 

“You want me to hit you? Is that what you want? Your husband to smack his wife across her gorgeous fucking face?” I ask and slap her breast again, harder and then yank up her dress at the hem. Pulling it hard , the tight fabric rolling up around her waist as I grab her pussy through the white thong she’s wearing. 

“Is that what my wife needs? A little violence?” I growl at her as I grab her cunt harder and she moans. 

“Let me go” she breathes fast and pants as I bring my hand up and then down into her panties. 

“Fuck you Peyton, you’re not going anywhere, you’re my fucking wife, now shut the fuck up and quit your bullshit” I groan as I slide a finger between her pussy lips and right up inside of her. Her pussy clenches and my hands drop from her wrists. Because her greedy cunt wouldn’t let her fight back now. She needed this, needed me inside of her.

“So tell me, what’d I do now little devil? Hmm? What has my wife playing her little games today?” I ask as my second finger slides in and I pump them hard into her and listen to the wet sounds of her fill the room. 

“Some…woman…came by…looking for you” she says through gritted teeth as she arches her back and grabs my biceps through my suit as my fingers fuck her faster. 

“Who?” I ask as I lean down and bite her neck and she groans. 

“Some fucking bitch , named Delia” she says and then whimpers as I sink my teeth harder into her flesh. 

I know who Delia is. And I’m sure as hell not fucking her. But I smile against her neck. 

“Delia with the perky little tits?” I ask and she gasps and pushes at me and glares at me and I smirk. 

“Youre fucking her!!!” She yells and I hook my fingers inside her and grab her throat again with my other hand and push her head to the wall. 

“The only woman I’ve been fucking…is you…the only woman I want to fuck…is you…get that through your crazy little head” I growl and squeeze her neck tighter and fuck her with my fingers and she rolls her hips. She knows damn well I’ve never cheated on her. Deep down she knows she’s got me wrapped around her fucking finger and that nobody drives me fucking crazy like always has. But it doesn’t stop her from drawing the worst conclusions anytime a woman so much as glances at me for too long.  She’s even accused me of my own sister wanting to fuck me more than once. Claiming “I see how she looks at you!!!” Peyton was out of her fucking mind, and I was out of my mind for her and her crazy ass. 

“The Who is she?!” She argues while still riding my fingers as if we’re not arguing right now. Her body doing one thing , her brain doing another. 

“She’s the fucking art dealer that’s selling that hideous fucking painting you wanted so god damn bad” I say and she pauses with her mouth open. 

“The Fire?” She breathes. It was a stupid painting if you ask me. It looked liked like red orange and yellow paint splashed onto a canvas. Like someone just spilled a bunch of paint and then slapped a five figure price tag on it. 

“That’s the one little devil” i say as I bring my mouth to her neck and she leans her head to the side. 

“You’re not fucking her?” She breathes and I smile against her neck and shake my head and exhale. 

“No.” I answer. 

“You like her tits” she pants. “You want to fuck her though” 

I groan. “You’re out of your fucking mind ,wife” 

“She’s pretty” she says. Trying to fucking make me admit that I want another woman. 

“She is” I say and she whimpers. 

“Tell me the truth Jackson” she pleads and I shake my head and lick her neck and slide my fingers out of her and lift them to my mouth. Sucking them as I bring my face to hers. 

“I like my pussy crazy Peyton, clearly, I married the craziest one there is” 

I groan as lick my fingers and then reach down and unbutton my pants. Pulling my shirt out of my pants as she licks her lips. 

“I’m not crazy” she protests. I just grin. 

“Yes you are” I answer. Unzipping my pants. Then grabbing her shoulders and pushing down and she lowers to her knees and I grab her ponytail. 

“Now suck your husbands cock and apologize for being crazy”