“I hate you for making me feel like this,” I grit out. “I know,” he cries. “Fuck. Baby, I know.” Pushing him back down to the bed, I grip his hips and fuck him mercilessly. There is no romance, no heart, no Leo and Jesse as I pound into my husband. I reach for Leo’s cock and he swats my hand away. “Just you,” he breathes out. “Only for you.”
