Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 34

I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but the constant pain in my ass prevented me from moving as I wanted. My ass would protest every time I tried to move properly, even if I wanted to change position slightly. It felt like someone had shoved a pole deep into my ass and pulled it out with a jerk.

I felt my face heat up as I thought about last night, or more what had happened. I never thought this would happen, I only hoped or dreamed of it.

Of course, I never planned for myself to be a bottom, but then, as always, nothing went the way I planned. But, and I would never admit this to Justin, it was fucking incredibly and painfully satisfying to have his cock in my ass.

The way I whimpered and moaned, like a helpless child, like a woman, I would never get over it. I felt so pathetic. Justin had turned me into one of those girls who always raved about how good and amazing he was in bed.

And he really was, he was like some kind of sex god, I would never tell him this but I wanted him to fuck me over and over again until my ass couldn't take it anymore and then some.

The burning of desire inside me and the grinding of my arousal made me want to grab him and seduce him again, well, challenge him and his skills so he could prove just how much of a sex god he was. He had that kind of effect on me and I wasn't really interested in it but then, I was horny and it just happened, he just happened. He just knew how to make me orgasm almost painful and quivering.

By the way, I still had no idea what we were doing or most importantly - were. Husbands with benefits? Just fuckers? Because if you really thought about it, we had just finalized and sealed our marriage. My eyes widened, we had just sealed our marriage! God, as stupid as that sounded, it was true!

But something deep inside me didn't give a fuck, another part was glad we had finally fucked. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, anyone with ears would have heard that I had the fucking sex of my life. I felt like I was discovering something totally new and foreign, it was like I was a virgin again.

I had experienced this lust, heat and ecstasy. The happiness and pleasure that consumed me was enough to challenge Justin to a second round. Even though my ass was protesting and screaming in pain. I just as much succumbed to the fire that pumped through my veins and drove me to orgasm like a fucking volcano.

I reached over to the side where Justin had fallen asleep when we finished round two but all I could feel were pillows and the rumpled sheets. But they were cold, so cold you would think he had gotten up at least three years ago!

So Justin must have gotten up much earlier than me and I assumed he was either in his room, showering or in the living room watching TV or playing on my PS3. I sighed happily and felt somewhat flattered that he let me sleep so long. I would have thought he would wake me up again with the loud music just to spite me but no, this time he let me sleep in. Maybe Justin wasn't as ruthless as I thought, maybe he had a nice side after all.

I stroked the cold side of the bed and reached for the pillow, but then a piece of paper sailed onto the mattress. I was a little taken aback, because when did a normal folded piece of paper ever lie on my pillow? It looked like he had ripped a sheet out of my notebook and scribbled on it.

I rolled my eyes and read the first line.

To the wifey under the white sheets, since you were moaning like a ghost ;) (Okay, that doesn't make sense in German, sorry, but instead of "moan" it's "groan" in English, so think your own thoughts^^)

My cheeks burned and I felt my lips curl into a stupid grin. I was glad that I had made such an impression and I felt relaxed, the feeling you get when you wake up after having such incredible and rough sex. But then again, I was hungry for more.

I shifted my position so I could prop myself up on my elbows and read the letter. I opened the note he had left me that morning and something deep inside me was expecting something sweet and teasing just to get a little giggle or two out of me.

Awww, you didn't expect me to stay, did you, Wifey?

I'm more of a one night stand type.

But a big thank you for last night, I've been dying for the last few months to finally be able to 'unload'.

My hand just doesn't have the effect of being inside someone, so thank you very much, Wifey!

-The Biebs

I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on me and I felt shame wash over me, as well as humiliation and wondering how I could have been so stupid. I couldn't believe he'd just left, he couldn't have just left! He'd said he'd stay for the weekend!

But then, this was Justin, the biggest asshole in the world. I should have known, I should have expected this to happen. He only came to get what he wanted and then left again.

He was one of those people. The ones who started it, finished it and then acted like they'd never done it. A guy who just fucked his way through the world and pretended he was innocent and good as Snow White!

But no, no! I wasn't okay with that! I was supposed to be like that! I was the Bradford bad boy after all!

I was about to crumple the note when I saw something written on the back, I hoped it was something that would explain this whole thing as a joke, but that only made me angrier.

PS: I raided your fridge, well, it is my fridge. But thanks for the stuff! It'll be really helpful when I go to the hotel!

I ripped up the note, threw the sheets off me, and shivered as the cold autumn air hit my body. So I grabbed a pair of boxers from the floor, noticing that Justin's clothes were of course all gone. He left nothing to show that he had ever been in my room, and my heart clenched at the thought that I had let him touch me.

I hurriedly left the room and rushed into Justin's, hoping that he was still here, that he had just returned to the guest room. Because if not, the huge lump of anger and disappointment in my chest would grow again and eventually I would suffocate on it.

But it was no use, the suitcase was gone and the bed was made as if it had never been used. I glared at the room but then turned and stormed off towards the kitchen, imagining different ways for him to die.

But now the feeling of anger was back, mixed with hurt and I just couldn't believe he would just leave. Especially after a night like this.

I bit my lip and shook my head, I wasn't going to let myself feel hurt now. And I wasn't going to show Justin how much he had hurt me, not in the slightest. If he wanted to play with me like a toy he was in the wrong place. He wasn't the only one making moves here.

I wanted to go into the kitchen to see how much he had raided my fridge and whether I really had to run to the supermarket if I didn't want to starve. Of course I knew I had to go because the fat ass had probably stuffed everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything, into himself.

When I then came towards the living room I saw how clean everything was, too clean. He just had to be gone. The last little bit of hope disappeared immediately. And the pain turned to anger because I was being screwed over by none other than Justin Bieber!

I angrily stepped over the threshold into the kitchen and then stood there with my mouth open.

Bastard.

He turned around and when he saw me he pulled the headphones out of his ears. "Hahahahaha! You thought I would just leave you! Oh my God, you should see your face!" Justin almost collapsed on the floor laughing.

I felt my sudden anger increase tenfold, but then some part of me felt relieved that he wasn't gone after all.

"Oh my fucking God, I screwed you so badly, buddy! I really screwed you, Wifey! You looked so pissed!" Justin was hanging on to the bar as he pounded on the granite floor. His face was red and his eyes were glassy.

I just stared at the guy in disbelief, debating whether I should hit him or kiss him for staying.

"And it was so easy! Did you really think I would leave?! And even if I did, I'm still tied to you, so I can't escape you." Justin rolled his eyes, trying to compose himself. "I swear, Wifey, you slept like Sleeping Beauty in a coma. (Sleeping Beauty means sleeping beauty and that is where beauty in a coma comes from.) You slept like fucking death. But in the end, it only helped me." He laughed maliciously at his own prank.

I just glared at him, but then I suddenly smelled the delicate aroma of the ham in the pan and my mouth watered as the strips sizzled in the pan.

He took them out of the pan - this time he didn't burn himself - and put them on a plate on which two fried eggs and a stack of pancakes were already lying.

I could also smell the hint of coffee and my stomach growled.

"Where did you get all this food?" I demanded, my mouth watering even more as I saw the delicacies in front of me.

Justin smiled. "I told you, you slept like Sleeping Beauty in a coma, I went to the supermarket down the street. I had to call a taxi because a certain someone," he rolled his eyes, "doesn't have a car. And I had to leave the house because I didn't plan on us starving to death."

I snorted. "Glutton." But I felt my lips curve upwards at the thought that he had gone to the store specifically to get us food.

Justin strode over to the kitchen island and popped a strip of the delicious looking ham into his mouth. "I think there's still some fat in the pan. So if you're hungry..."

"Oh, thank you very much, I'm letting you live here and you can't even cook for me!?"

He snorted derisively. "First of all, you've been wanting to get rid of me since the first second I got here, and second of all, I'm not the woman in this relationship, so it's not my duty to cook for you."

I growled. "You may call me Wifey, but I'm not your little housewife."

Justin rolled his eyes. "I left you a plate in the microwave, idiot. I'm not even that fucked up. And by the way, it looks like you can barely stand." He winked and I realized I was actually standing there like my ass was about to kill me.

I narrowed my eyes and rubbed my lower back. "You fucked me pretty hard last night."

His eyes glinted with smugness and mischief, but you could really tell he was pleased with himself. "If I may remind you, Wifey," his head turned briefly from his food to me and his infamous grin formed. "You begged me to thrust harder and you were the one who asked for a second round."

I felt my lower half warm at the depth of his voice and I bit my lip at the memory of the previous hours. "Maybe I needed another round because the first one would have been really hard to remember." I purred. Just to tease him a little, I was still a man after all this and I knew how curious we all were when it came to other people's opinions of our abilities in bed.

Justin froze mid-chew and as he reached to fish another piece of egg off the plate. "Oh, really?"

I crossed my arms and leaned on the island across from him, playing innocent. "I think I had such a short cock in me that it took a few more rounds to satisfy me." I leaned closer to him as he chewed on his food, our eyes never leaving each other.

Justin rolled his eyes and snorted. "Short dick? Really? That's the best insult you have?" his eyes rolled again and he continued eating his egg.

I leaned forward and connected our lips, licking my way into his mouth where there were still bits of the egg, but on his tongue it tasted absolutely delicious. I explored his mouth when I heard a fork being placed on the table and him stroking my cheek.

I backed away and winked at him when he opened his eyes, "Thanks for breakfast." And pushed myself off the kitchen island to walk over to the microwave where my hot and delicious breakfast was waiting for me. My ass was killing me, but I tried my best not to let on how good a job he had done, because that would only boost his ego. And if he only knew how much I wanted more from him, he would come back with his overly arrogant grin and annoy me until I begged him.

"You really are looking for a fight, Wifey." I heard him growl behind me as I opened the microwave. I had to smile when I saw that he had made me everything exactly the way he was eating it. The pancakes were golden, the eggs looked like little suns and were cooked through, and the bacon strips looked extra crispy. My stomach lurched in my stomach as the aroma wafted into my nose.

I closed the door and turned to the coffee maker that was next to the fridge. I opened it to get myself some milk because, while I may have been black in Justin's opinion, I didn't drink my coffee black. (Dafuq)

As I closed the fridge door, I felt him behind me and grinned as he put his hand around my waist. I turned around and his fingers stroked my skin, leaving goosebumps on my olive skin.

I set the milk down on the buffet next to the fridge and looked up to see Justin watching me hungrily as I slowly licked my lips. "What? You need something from the fridge? Whipped cream? Chocolate syrup?" I purred to him.

He shook his head and moved even closer, pressing his body against mine so that I was pressed against the cold steel behind me as his exposed chest touched mine.

He connected our lips harshly, igniting the heat and passion from before. I wrapped my arms around him as he pushed me harder against the steel. I kissed back just as hungrily, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of our lips meeting over and over, teeth crashing against each other and soft moans escaping us.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, our tongues battling for dominance as they always do as he devoured my lips. I felt so exposed to him with my hands above my head, but that was exactly what was so fucking hot here. I swear he grabbed so hard he would leave bruises. He pulled away

from me, breathing heavily, our eyes still locked as we tried to catch our breath. His lips were bright red and swollen. I slowly lowered my arms, still holding them above me when Justin had already let go.

"I'm going to finish breakfast now." He grinned and walked back to the table, leaving me struggling to control my racing heart.

I took the plate of food and the mug of already warm coffee out of the microwave, followed suit and started eating.

"Since when can you cook?" I asked him, cutting myself a piece of the fluffy pancakes.

He giggled quietly. "Being an only child with a single mother means you learn to take care of yourself, especially when your mother works two jobs."

I looked up. "She still taught you how to survive, you don't have to rely on anyone now."

He sighed. "Yeah, but sometimes..." he shook his head as if he didn't want to talk about it.

"Sometimes what?" I prompted. He shrugged

. "Sometimes I wish she didn't have to work so hard. She had me when she was seventeen, Zayn. I basically stole her childhood from her."

"No, no, you didn't ask to be born," I replied. "Your parents made the mistake of having sex without contraception as teenagers. That doesn't mean you'll regret it, though."

Justin shook his head, his eyes never leaving the food in front of him. "It doesn't matter anyway."

"No, what is it? I mean, I also told you something personal, something I've never told anyone before. I think it would be nice if I'm not the only one who lost his ego." I joked, swallowing the food.

He managed a small smile, but it disappeared immediately. "It's just my mother. She's the best person on this earth and she had to fight so hard and so much to keep me alive and sometimes I think to myself: what if I had never been born? Wouldn't her life have been so much easier? Would my parents still be together if I wasn't there?"

I felt myself reaching for his hand to comfort him a little before I could stop myself. I wanted to pull it back but then I left it there. "That's what causes the most chaos, those 'what ifs' and Justin, they will never be answered either! And I like to think that the world needed you to be born. The universe needed Justin Bieber at that time, you were meant to fight and if you hadn't you wouldn't be the Justin Bieber you are today. You were needed, those many Beliebers out there were waiting for their miracle, for you. To be their sun during rainy days. You were meant to live, Justin."

He looked at me with so much emotion and I couldn't believe I had just said all that and also felt that I actually believed it. He had been there for me when I had my little breakthrough and he was there when I needed someone to listen and give me advice. It was only right that I gave him the same.

His eyes softened at the same time I realized things and he leaned over to kiss me feverishly and passionately. My eyes remained wide open in shock as he cupped my cheek with his hand and I could feel the emotion just through the kiss, the gratitude and the affection.

When he pulled back he smiled at me. "Thanks, Wifey."

A few seconds later, I caught myself grinning as I continued eating my breakfast.

"At least now I know what you think and feel about me, boy-belieber." He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.

"I take it all back," I replied.

He just chuckled. "Too bad, really, now I officially know you don't hate me anymore."

I just stuck my tongue out at him, but as I thought about his humorous words I saw he was right. I really didn't hate him anymore.


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