The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Singing? That's my jam. Let's be real—I don't have many talents. Just my looks and a voice that somehow always lands on key.
My coworkers know I'm usually the quiet one, but hand me a mic and I turn into a total stage hog. Their usual countermove? Either picking songs I don't know or trying to liquor me up. Joke's on them—I'll sing to anything, guy or girl, and the more I drink, the more I belt out. And yeah, the reverse is true too. That's why they call me a hot mess when I'm drunk.
I never black out, but I always leave people side-eyeing my state.
By the time I wobbled out of the karaoke bar, my motor skills were MIA. Through the vodka haze, I heard him offer to drive me home. Weird, right? Since when did my coworkers sign off on letting a drunk girl leave with him? Did they know something I didn't?
Thankfully, another colleague slid into the car—though I knew he'd drop her off first. No way this bastard would pass up a golden opportunity.
The cold night air slapped some sense into me. Slumped in the backseat, I caught his sleazy grin in the rearview.
"Eyes on the road," I mumbled. "And keep your thoughts PG…" I already knew tonight wouldn't end without a fight.
"Now I get what they mean by 'a day apart feels like three years,'" he growled. "I've been about to bust out of my damn pants all night."
The car lurched to a stop.
Where were we? Somewhere between dead and lively, rows of parked cars lining the street.
He got out, but when I moved to follow, he yanked the door open and slid in beside me instead.
"Are you out of your mind? Here? No—" I scrambled toward the other door, but it was too late.
"Relax," he murmured. "Where's your sense of adventure? Tinted windows—no one can see in."
I knew his car had one-way tint, but this was too public. My ex and I had done the backseat thing before, but we'd at least had the decency to find some dark, deserted corner. Not… this.
Still, he overpowered me in seconds. My shirt was gone before I could protest.
"Fine… you're the worst… at least lock the doors… ah—"
His mouth was already between my thighs, teeth scraping through my panties. I tensed, torn between the sharp pleasure and the fear of someone walking by. My eyes kept flicking to the street.
It was too bright. Even past eleven, people still wandered around.
"Ah—!"
A sharp bite yanked my focus back to him. At this point, I didn't care. Even if we were on the damn sidewalk, I just needed him to stop teasing.
"Enough… just put it in already…" My moans were loud, unchecked.
His tongue was pure torture.
Finally, he pushed inside—didn't even bother taking my underwear off.
After my first climax, he hauled me onto my knees, taking me from behind. One hand gripped my hip, the other twisting in my hair.
It was too much—and not enough. I came apart again, my body limp except for the arch of my back as he drove into me.
Thank God the car didn't rock too much. One suspicious bounce and any passerby would've known exactly what was happening.
He finished inside me, the heat of it almost scalding.
My coworkers know I'm usually the quiet one, but hand me a mic and I turn into a total stage hog. Their usual countermove? Either picking songs I don't know or trying to liquor me up. Joke's on them—I'll sing to anything, guy or girl, and the more I drink, the more I belt out. And yeah, the reverse is true too. That's why they call me a hot mess when I'm drunk.
I never black out, but I always leave people side-eyeing my state.
By the time I wobbled out of the karaoke bar, my motor skills were MIA. Through the vodka haze, I heard him offer to drive me home. Weird, right? Since when did my coworkers sign off on letting a drunk girl leave with him? Did they know something I didn't?
Thankfully, another colleague slid into the car—though I knew he'd drop her off first. No way this bastard would pass up a golden opportunity.
The cold night air slapped some sense into me. Slumped in the backseat, I caught his sleazy grin in the rearview.
"Eyes on the road," I mumbled. "And keep your thoughts PG…" I already knew tonight wouldn't end without a fight.
"Now I get what they mean by 'a day apart feels like three years,'" he growled. "I've been about to bust out of my damn pants all night."
The car lurched to a stop.
Where were we? Somewhere between dead and lively, rows of parked cars lining the street.
He got out, but when I moved to follow, he yanked the door open and slid in beside me instead.
"Are you out of your mind? Here? No—" I scrambled toward the other door, but it was too late.
"Relax," he murmured. "Where's your sense of adventure? Tinted windows—no one can see in."
I knew his car had one-way tint, but this was too public. My ex and I had done the backseat thing before, but we'd at least had the decency to find some dark, deserted corner. Not… this.
Still, he overpowered me in seconds. My shirt was gone before I could protest.
"Fine… you're the worst… at least lock the doors… ah—"
His mouth was already between my thighs, teeth scraping through my panties. I tensed, torn between the sharp pleasure and the fear of someone walking by. My eyes kept flicking to the street.
It was too bright. Even past eleven, people still wandered around.
"Ah—!"
A sharp bite yanked my focus back to him. At this point, I didn't care. Even if we were on the damn sidewalk, I just needed him to stop teasing.
"Enough… just put it in already…" My moans were loud, unchecked.
His tongue was pure torture.
Finally, he pushed inside—didn't even bother taking my underwear off.
After my first climax, he hauled me onto my knees, taking me from behind. One hand gripped my hip, the other twisting in my hair.
It was too much—and not enough. I came apart again, my body limp except for the arch of my back as he drove into me.
Thank God the car didn't rock too much. One suspicious bounce and any passerby would've known exactly what was happening.
He finished inside me, the heat of it almost scalding.
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