After marrying a wheelchair billionaire, ex regretted

"Fuck, Sophia. Right there." Jacob grunted, his hips slamming forward with brutal force.

"Harder, Jacob," I gasped. My nails dug into the sweat-slicked skin of his back. "Fucking harder."

He drove his cock deep inside my cunt. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the bedroom walls. The mattress squeaked in protest under his heavy weight.

He grabbed my thighs, pushing them wide open. "Look at me," he demanded.

His fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse pound against his palm.

I met his gaze. His eyes were dark, devoid of anything but raw lust.

"Jacob. Fuck, please."

He thrust viciously, pinning my hips down against the sheets. The thick head of his dick scraped my cervix, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my clitoris.

"You like that?" he sneered, grinding his pelvis into mine.

"Yes," I moaned, throwing my head back. "Don't stop."

He pumped in and out of my wet pussy, the friction building a raging fire in my lower belly. He didn't bother kissing me. He hadn't kissed me on the mouth in months. This wasn't making love. This was just a physical release.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, his jaw rigid.

"Fill me up," I cried out. I arched my spine, lifting my ass off the bed to take every inch of him.

"Good fucking girl." He gave three more bruising thrusts. His heavy frame shuddered violently as he unloaded his semen deep inside me.

He pulled out immediately. No lingering touch. No comforting embrace.

A thick trail of his cum spilled onto the sheets, pooling between my legs.

Jacob stood up, entirely indifferent to the mess. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and stepped into them, pulling the elastic waistband up over his hips.

"We need to get a divorce," he stated.

"What?" I stared at him. The flush of orgasm rapidly drained from my skin, replaced by a freezing numbness.

He yanked his dress shirt off the chair and shoved his arms into the sleeves. He refused to look at me.

"You heard me." He buttoned the shirt, his voice completely flat. "I'll have my lawyers draft the papers tomorrow morning."

I scrambled up, pulling the duvet over my naked breasts. My hands shook so violently I could barely grip the fabric.

"Are you out of your mind? We were just fucking. Why are you saying this right now?"

"It's just temporary," Jacob replied. He reached for his slacks. "Once I handle things, we'll remarry."

"Remarry? You want to divorce me temporarily?"

"I'll keep funding your family's business," he continued, ignoring my shock. "The accounts will receive their monthly deposits. You won't lose a dime."

I gripped the edge of the blanket. The bedroom suddenly felt like a freezer.

"Handle things?" I forced the words past the massive lump in my throat. "You mean handle Annie."

His fingers paused on his zipper. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

"Don't start this again,