EroticReverie

Peyton 

I did a lot of thinking laying beside him last night before falling asleep. And more this morning laying in his arms when I woke up. 

I did even more thinking when checking my phone this morning and finding twenty voice mails and several dozen texts from Daniel. All of them threats. None of them an apology for putting his hands on me. Even if he did apologize. It didn’t matter. I didn’t love him. Didn’t want to be with him. 

Could I trust Jackson? No. I still didn’t. And wasn’t sure if I could ever trust him fully again. But I also knew that maybe , eventually , I could again. I knew the consequences of giving him a second chance. And still wanted to take the risk. Because I’d never love anyone the way I loved him. And to love someone even after they hurt you for no good reason. Maybe it was stupid of me. Knowing he didn’t see anyone else or sleep with anyone else in four years, helped a little bit. And I believed him. Because while he might have cheated. Jackson doesn’t lie. So for that much, I trusted him. 

The dishes on the table rattle as he fucks me. My ass on the edge of the table , my panties to the side as I hold onto him and our mouths clash as his cock pounds into me hard. Our skin slapping and my cries filling the apartment. We barely ate half our breakfast before I needed him again. Unable to wait or control myself. Four years without him, those four years are what I’d also have trouble forgiving him for. Four years we could have had together. Just gone. 

His fingers delve into my ass as he lifts me from the table and then positions his arms one at time under my legs and holds them over his arms as he grabs my waist and we both work my pussy up and down on his cock. My hips bucking and my hands holding his neck as we both watch ourselves together. Both of us looking down to where his cock is drilling into my body. 

“If you ever hurt me again , I’ll give this fucking pussy to every single man in this city Jackson” I hiss and he growls and turns and pins me to the wall. 

My body slammed against the wall and his hips piston into me as his arms slip from under my legs and grab my ass as he fucks me up the damn wall. Hard and vicious. 

“Nobody gets to fuck my wife” he growls. 

“Then you better fucking make sure of it” I moan and he groans. 

“I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt me again” I grit my teeth, my pussy clenching hard around his cock and he groans.

“Fuck me” I cry. “Fuck me harder” I whimper and he grunts and then we’re going from the wall to the floor and and I’m folded in half as Jackson throws my legs back and holds them as he thrusts into me again. Fast and hard. Leaning down. My legs over his shoulders as he drives deep into me with each thrust. 

My doorbell rings and Jackson growls. 

“Who the fuck is that?” He asks as he keeps fucking me. Both of panting. 

“Don’t know, don’t care, don’t fucking stop”

I whine and then my legs fall from his shoulders and my hands grab his ass. 

“Fuck me deeper motherfucker” I hiss and he snarls. Sweating as he slams into me making me scream. 

“Yeah baby” I whine. “Deeper , deeper!” 

He grunts and pants. “I’m as deep as I’m gonna fucking get!” He growls at me. 

Then he pushes my legs open. 

“Spread your fucking legs Peyton, you want it deeper? Spread your god damn legs Little Devil” he growls and I open them wide , and he groans and I scream as his hips slap hard into me. His dick burying itself harder inside of me. 

The doorbell rings again. 

Jackson’s hands grab my wrists and pins them hard above my head as he leans over me and keeps going. 

“Fuck me harder!” I scream at him and he snarls as he sweats and glares at me. I slightly smirk before I’m screaming again. 

“Harder you asshole” I whine and my back arches.

“Fuck me harder Jackson” I moan as the doorbell now goes off again and again. Whoever it is just keeps pressing it. 

“I’m your god damn wife” I moan. “Fuck me like it!” I yell at him as his grip on my wrists tighten. 

“Fucking Christ” he growls at me. “You’re such a little bitch Peyton” he grunts. 

“I fucking missed you so fucking much baby” he groans and goes harder. 

“Yes!” I scream. “Like that. Don’t stop!” I screech as my pussy detonates and I cum hard. The doorbell still going off as I climax and he grunts and spills into me. My pussy clenching and I moan loudly feeling him cum inside me for the first time again. 

The emotions all coming back l again but this time I don’t stop them. I let them come over me. Anger. Sadness. Hurt. Lust. Passion. Love. Confusion. Desperation. Jealousy. Worry. Fear. Love. Love. Love. It’s stronger than all the other feelings. 

The doorbell is still ringing as he pants and his hips jerk one last time as he hangs his head with a long groan. 

“My god, I could fuck you forever Peyton, Jesus baby” he groans and kisses my temple. He thrusts again. And I moan. 

“You wanna get that?” He asks of the door bell and I shake my head. Because I know who it is. While he might not have a key. He’s been to my apartment plenty over the course of the months we’d been dating. The fact that it hasn’t hit Jackson that it’s most likely Daniel at my door, is surprising.  

“He’ll go away” I say.  

Jackson stops thrusting and his head lifts going towards the front door. Even if he can’t see it from here. 

“Is that him?” He growls. 

“Probably” I pant and grab his ass. “But don’t stop fuck-“

Too late. He’s already shoving off of me and doesn’t even stop to bran his boxer briefs. 

I roll over and watch his naked ass flex as he storms off. 

“Jackson , don’t” I call after him and the push to my hands and knees as I hear him unlatch the door and unlock it and wince as the door flies open and I hear it hit the wall. 

“Who the fuck are you?” I hear Jackson’s voice bellow. 

“Who the fuck are YOU?” I hear Daniel counter. 

“I’m Peyton’s fiance” Daniel growls. 

“The fuck you are ” Jackson growls and then I hear Daniel start to speak but it’s garbled and I  peek around the corner. Jackson has him by the throat. His arm shoved against his throat , his other hand fisted in Daniel’s shirt. 

Daniel’s eyes find me and he chokes out my name. 

“Don’t you fucking look at my wife.” Jackson growls and presses harder. Stopping Daniel from speaking and Daniel’s eyes turn to Jackson. His mouth opening and closing as he tries to gasp for air. 

“Heard you like to hit women” Jackson sneers. 

“I should fucking kill you for laying your fucking hands on her” Jackson snarls and then releases the pressure of his forearm on Daniel’s neck only to slam it into his throat again making Daniel’s head knock against the wall hard. 

“You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. You forget her. That’s what you fucking do. Because if you don’t. I swear on her life, I’ll fucking kill you. And that woman’s life is all that matters to me, so if you threaten her again, if you fucking even try to speak to her again I will fucking kill you.” 

“Don’t come here again. Because if I find out you even try to fucking talk to her , I’ll bash your fucking head in. Do you understand ?” Jackson growls. 

Daniel chokes and nods and his eyes come to me and Jackson yells. 

“I SAID DONT FUCKING LOOK AT MY WIFE” 

Jakcson releases his arm from Daniels neck and then his fist crashes against Daniels face. Right where Daniels hand slapped me. My nails dig into the side of the wall where I’m standing. 

Jakcson punches his again. 

“Jackson!” I yell. He punches him a third time and knocks him out and then gets on the fucking ground as Daniel slumps and falls and he straddles him. Holding his shirt with one fist. And decking him across the face with another. 

“Jackson!” I yell. But he doesn’t stop. I run over and grab his shoulders and pull as he keeps swinging. 

“God damnit! Stop! You’re going to kill him!” I scream and Jackson releases him and falls back. And I do too. And then scramble to the side and look at Daniel. 

“Jesus Jackson” I pant and he’s sitting naked on the floor. There’s blood all over Daniels face and Jackson’s fist. 

“I told him not to look at you.” Is all Jackson says and he sniffs and rubs his arm under her nose and then turns his head and spits on Daniel. 

“I’m calling an ambulance” I say and he just sits there. 

“Put some god damn pants on” I yell back at him as I run inside and call 911. 

Twenty minutes later. The responders are carrying him out on a stretches as Daniel groans and curses. Cops are there and taking out statements. 

When I tell them about how Daniel hit me last night and show them the text messages and play Daniels voicemails to me. They take the cuffs off of Jackson and consider it self defense for now unless Daniel decides to press charges. 

An hour later I’m standing in the kitchen with Jackson and putting ointment on his knuckles. Not a word spoken since the cops left. 

“Youre mad” he says. 

“Shut the hell up” I huff. 

“Are you mad that I hurt him?” He growls . “You feel bad for that fucker?” 

“Shut the fuck up Jackson” I glare at him. 

“Quit being stupid” I say angrily and look back at his hand. 

He huffs and grumbles. 

“Shut up” I say as I drop his hand  and then put the cap back on the ointment and toss it into the first aid kit. 

“stupid ass” I hiss and look at him and then lift my hands to his face. 

“I’m mad because you almost fucking killed him. I don’t give a shit about you hurting him. I give a shit about YOU , you fucking fool, I want a husband not a fucking convict” I say and then push onto my toes and kiss him. 

“Stupid” I mutter on his lips. 

“He deserved it” he argues. 

“I don’t disagree but your fists aren’t allowed to serve justice you dumbass” I say and kiss him again and he wraps his arms around me. 

“When it comes to you, yes they are” he says. 

“Dont fucking argue with me” I say as I kiss him again and he groans as I bite his lip and he  pulls me up and my legs go around him and my arms slip around his neck and I kiss him harder. 

“But that’s what we do little devil, we argue and we fuck” he says and I moan. 

“Well I’m done arguing with you… for now” I say and dip my mouth to his jaw and kiss to his ear. 

“Guess there’s only one thing left to do then baby” he says and squeezes my ass. 

“You’d really kill him, wouldn’t you?” I ask in his ear. 

“If he comes near you, or tries to contact you, yes.” He growls. 

“Well fucking don’t. Because I can’t fuck you through a glass window if your ass is in jail” 

“Conjugal visits baby” he jokes and I growl. 

“Not funny” I say as he carries me to my bedroom 

“I’m gonna fuck you in this bed , then I’m taking you home Peyton” he says and leans over the bed and hovers over me. 

“Fine” I say and he smirks. 

“Good girl” he says and I bite my lip as I watch him lift up and pull off his shirt and I pull off mine. Both of us undressing ourselves as we watch each other. 

Then he’s ontop of me and kissing me and my legs fall open , and his hand goes down and slides his cock to my entrance and sinks inside. My back arching. 

“I’m taking you home baby.” He says and I nod. 

“Yeah okay” I whimper and he groans and kisses me. 

“Marry me Peyton” he whispers on my mouth and I nod. 

“Will you marry me again baby?” He asks. 

“Yes” I nod and Jackson kisses me deep and hard as he thrusts into me over and over. It’s slow but it’s still rough and hard. 

“God I can’t wait to fucking marry you again baby” he groans and my hands clutch his hair and his mouth dips to my neck. 

“I can’t wait to prove to you how much you fucking mean to me Little Devil, I’ll spend forever making it up to you baby, I can’t wait to have my fucking wife again, you’re my life baby” he groans and thrusts harder. 

“My entire fucking world” he grunts as his hips slam against my thighs and he ruts into me. 

“I love you Peyton, god I fucking love you”