Mrs. Jones: Book One (The Jones Series #1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: B.M. Hardin
after all, Joey wasn’t the easiest to deal with, but she had been doing it for years. And not to mention that she was the mother of his children; so it was only right that she walked out of the marriage with something. But Joey disagreed.
Often he told me of her threats to leave him with nothing if he tried to leave her. She sounded a hell of a lot like me a few years ago. But leave it to Joey, she was an awful wife and didn’t deserve his love or his money; but I was sure that he was exaggerating. I’d never met her but I had seen her on numerous occasions.
I was surprised that Joey had married outside of his race, but for the most part, she was fairly attractive.
Of course I felt terrible for sleeping with her husband; but for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t resist Joey.
But it was time for a change.
Joey continued to squeeze my jaws as he backed me into a corner. I swatted at his hands but he ignored me.
Joey held on firmly, giving me so much eye contact that it made me nervous.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Joey repeated over and over.
A single tear rolled timidly down my face, and Joey caught it with his lips before it reached the bottom of my chin.
He loosened his grip and began to kiss me, forcefully. I was crying inside and out. I was so confused.
Is it possible to truly and deeply love two people at the same time…despite the fact that one already belongs to someone else?
My emotions were all over the place as Joey kissed me passionately on my ears and neck.
His hands roamed all over my body, in a frenzy as if they were small children in a candy shop, running from station to station, unsure of which candy to try first.
My body temperature began to rise and I was so turned on that I could scream.
It was just something about being intimate with Joey. I couldn’t quite explain it. As far as bedroom spunk and romance, he didn’t have a thing on Santana. But somehow, being with him just felt natural; it just felt right.
No matter how wrong it actually was.
My skirt was tight around my hips but that didn’t keep Joey away. Before I knew it, my skirt was up around my breasts and Joey moved my panties to the side. His left hand tickled my fancy as he freed his bulging penis from his kakis.
I lifted my left leg, assuming that he was about to give it to me on the wall but instead, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me by the hair, down the hallway.
He was so rough…but I liked it.
Hell, I loved it.
We entered the bedroom and instead of pulling me toward the bed, he headed toward the balcony.
Though we were a few stories up, it was broad day light, and there was no way I was having sex with him outside.
We were both married; so all of the fun, spontaneous sex was limited.
He opened the balcony door and then threw me up against the door.
“Joey,” I managed to say.
“Don’t worry, were not going out. I just want the world to hear you scream. I want the world to hear you say that this pussy belongs to me. Not him…but me,” Joey growled.
Still refusing to just take my panties off, he moved them to the side again and entered me.
For some reason I thought about protection, but I knew requesting it with Joey was out of the question. I reminded myself to stop by the drug store on my way home.
I just couldn’t have another abortion again.
I’d already had two and I just couldn’t stomach doing it again.
And the sad part was that I never knew whether it was one of my husbands…or Joey’s.
His powerful thrusts made me dig my nails into the back of his neck.
“Tell me that its mine. Tell me that you are mine,” Joey chimed.
“It’s yours,” I whispered.
“No, tell me that you’re mine…louder!” Joey screamed.
I obeyed his every command as he continued to pound away inside of me.
Every other second I would feel terrible for being there with him, and then I would forget all about it and focus on the beating that he was giving my
Often he told me of her threats to leave him with nothing if he tried to leave her. She sounded a hell of a lot like me a few years ago. But leave it to Joey, she was an awful wife and didn’t deserve his love or his money; but I was sure that he was exaggerating. I’d never met her but I had seen her on numerous occasions.
I was surprised that Joey had married outside of his race, but for the most part, she was fairly attractive.
Of course I felt terrible for sleeping with her husband; but for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t resist Joey.
But it was time for a change.
Joey continued to squeeze my jaws as he backed me into a corner. I swatted at his hands but he ignored me.
Joey held on firmly, giving me so much eye contact that it made me nervous.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Joey repeated over and over.
A single tear rolled timidly down my face, and Joey caught it with his lips before it reached the bottom of my chin.
He loosened his grip and began to kiss me, forcefully. I was crying inside and out. I was so confused.
Is it possible to truly and deeply love two people at the same time…despite the fact that one already belongs to someone else?
My emotions were all over the place as Joey kissed me passionately on my ears and neck.
His hands roamed all over my body, in a frenzy as if they were small children in a candy shop, running from station to station, unsure of which candy to try first.
My body temperature began to rise and I was so turned on that I could scream.
It was just something about being intimate with Joey. I couldn’t quite explain it. As far as bedroom spunk and romance, he didn’t have a thing on Santana. But somehow, being with him just felt natural; it just felt right.
No matter how wrong it actually was.
My skirt was tight around my hips but that didn’t keep Joey away. Before I knew it, my skirt was up around my breasts and Joey moved my panties to the side. His left hand tickled my fancy as he freed his bulging penis from his kakis.
I lifted my left leg, assuming that he was about to give it to me on the wall but instead, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me by the hair, down the hallway.
He was so rough…but I liked it.
Hell, I loved it.
We entered the bedroom and instead of pulling me toward the bed, he headed toward the balcony.
Though we were a few stories up, it was broad day light, and there was no way I was having sex with him outside.
We were both married; so all of the fun, spontaneous sex was limited.
He opened the balcony door and then threw me up against the door.
“Joey,” I managed to say.
“Don’t worry, were not going out. I just want the world to hear you scream. I want the world to hear you say that this pussy belongs to me. Not him…but me,” Joey growled.
Still refusing to just take my panties off, he moved them to the side again and entered me.
For some reason I thought about protection, but I knew requesting it with Joey was out of the question. I reminded myself to stop by the drug store on my way home.
I just couldn’t have another abortion again.
I’d already had two and I just couldn’t stomach doing it again.
And the sad part was that I never knew whether it was one of my husbands…or Joey’s.
His powerful thrusts made me dig my nails into the back of his neck.
“Tell me that its mine. Tell me that you are mine,” Joey chimed.
“It’s yours,” I whispered.
“No, tell me that you’re mine…louder!” Joey screamed.
I obeyed his every command as he continued to pound away inside of me.
Every other second I would feel terrible for being there with him, and then I would forget all about it and focus on the beating that he was giving my
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