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The light from the outside hits my face, forcing me to wake up. I roll my eyes and frown. Kelly forgot to close the curtains again. I turn around and find my beautiful wife curled like a kitten below my armpit. Her long and slender fingers twirl the hem of my shirt.
As much as I hate how the sun wakes me up, I love how it makes me see this beautiful view. I have been waking up beside Kelly for ten years, but her beauty still amazes me every morning. She looks paler than most blonde women, but her color only highlights her dark, rosy cheeks and naturally pink lips. Her long lashes look thicker because of their contrast to her skin tone.
Her age doesn't show in her face, but it has become obvious in her body. Now, at thirty-two, she has developed more curves. Her hips are bigger. Her tits are healthier. I chuckle when she wraps a leg around my hips and hugs me tight. And she still sleeps like the eighteen-year-old kid I married.
Yes. I married Kelly right after she graduated high school. It was mid-summer when I first saw her, crossing the street carelessly. It was a good thing she looked like an angel so that I stepped on the brake hard enough before I could have hurt her. Her shocked blue eyes lit up like headlights that morning and snatched my heart for good.
I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Heck. I never believed in love at all until that very morning. And I never thought that an eighteen-year-old girl would make me.
“Stop looking at me,” Kelly yawns before crawling on top of me and pushing her face closer to mine. I slide my fingers on her long blonde curls and look into her eyes. She wrinkles her nose and brushes it on mine. “I told you to stop looking at me.”
I hold her head tighter and kiss her lovingly. She kisses me back with more passion than I show her. “Did you enjoy your night out?” Kelly nods and returns to putting soft kisses all over my face.
Some ask our secret for staying strong despite the trials we faced. Kelly and I got married when we were at the worst time of our lives. Many doubted our marriage would last because of our trials and age gap. Kelly is ten years younger than me and was too young when I married her, but we made the most out of it. Maybe that's the reason our marriage became stronger. We started our married lives at our worst – at a time when there was no other choice but to go up. And we rose from all of it.
And since we didn't enjoy much of ourselves during our early years, Kelly and I agreed to do things we wanted to do after things got better for us. We fixed a date for our alone time. And on that day, we can do anything we want; neither of us can question whatever happened during our time. By doing so, we learn to trust and become more loyal to each other. Or so she thinks.
“I missed you,” Kelly said with a playful smile. She raises her body and sits on my belly. “I miss these.” She rolls my shirt up and tickles my abs with her fingers. I laugh while trying to stop her. Kelly raises an eyebrow and pushes the band of my pajama pants lower. “And of course, this.”
My cock twitches hard when Kelly holds my shaft. “Looks like your little friend misses you, too.”
“Little? Who says it’s little?” Kelly slides down to my feet and leans her face on my freed cock. Her playfulness still starts my day with laughter. She lowers the strap of her lingerie and releases her healthy breasts. My laughs become grunts when my playful wife massages my shaft with her tits. “It’s perfectly fine.”
I grab my watch to check the time. “Fifteen minutes. That’s all I got.” Kelly frowns upon hearing the information.
“Let’s not waste one second then.” She walks on her knees and straddles my crotch. “Mommy’s giving Daddy his breakfast.”
I chuckle while holding her waist. Kelly holds my shaft and guides it to her pussy. She throws her head back as she lets her weight slide down on me. "Fourteen years, and I still can't get enough of this Daddy," she declares after my whole shaft rests inside her.
"I hate to be quick, Mommy, but Daddy is in a hurry," I wrestle her back to the bed and crawl on top of her. We kiss passionately before I move in and out of her. I warm her pussy with slow and long strokes until she encourages me to do more.
Kelly steers her hips against mine, allowing me to reach deeper into her favorite spot. When I feel her body shiver and hear her long moan, I keep pushing deep on that spot. She raises her body and looks at our locking crotches with a satisfied smile. She bites her lip every time I tickle the spot. Her hands cling tight on my neck while her eyes beg me to bring her to climax. I kiss her as an assurance to bring her there.
“Elijah,” she calls my name repeatedly as I ram her with my cock like a racing cowboy. She encourages me with loud moans. I thrust in her with so much intensity that I almost break her in half. “I’m cumming, Daddy,” she utters in between cries.
A little more. The words can’t get between my grunts. I take a deep breath and declare, “Now, Mommy.”
Kelly calls my name, almost sending me to deafness. I also growl into her ears as we release ourselves to ecstasy. My cock engorges inside her, fighting her walls that angrily squeeze them of everything I meant to offer. I didn’t hold back and give them what they wanted. Then, silence fills us as we return to our world.
“Let’s do it again,” Kelly offers while keeping me in her arms.
I shower her with kisses and flash a soft smile. “I’d love to, but I’m going to be late.”
“You’re the CEO, you know,” Kelly reminds me while I get ready for a shower. I shrug my shoulders at her. She rolls her eyes and gives up. “I guess I’ll go and see the new girl.”
“A new girl?”
"One of the girls got pirated again. Ronda says her distant cousin is in town and has a knack for flower arranging," Kelly explains while she joins me in the bathroom. "I agreed to make her a temp. If she's good enough ..."
I step out of the shower and look at her through the mirror. “Just make sure you see their papers.”
Kelly dozes off while looking at the running faucet. I hug her from behind and plant soft kisses on her shoulder. I frown at the sight of her scar below her nape. She turns around to kiss me lovingly.
“She’s Ronda’s cousin. Of course, she must be documented.”
I hide my worries with a smile. Kelly takes a towel and wipes me dry. “As much as I want to do this, I really have to go,” I tell her when she gives me a flirtatious smile. “I love you.”
Forever and always. No matter what people will say about her or our marriage, I love her and will continue to love her. Kelly will be my only wife and the only woman for me. I promise to make her happiness my top priority. My life and who I am don't matter.
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“Tell me this is worth my time,” I sit on my desk and look at my assistant. "I just blew off a fantastic morning with my wife for this."
My assistant, Terrence Salvatore, makes a call to allow somebody in. I hate lying to Kelly, but Terrence said our meeting is an urgent matter. And when he says it’s an urgent matter, it doesn’t have any connection to our cargo business.
The door opens, and a man in an old-fashioned suit and a bowler hat walks in. Devon Olivier. The darkly-tanned man removes his hat and shows a devilish smile. It’s been about a year since I last saw him.
“I warned you about this guy,” Terrence whispers.
“Devon Olivier,” I act happy to meet him. “What brings you to Houston?”
I hide my irritation in a forced smile when Devon sits like a boss on the couch. Terrence frowns and walks behind me as I sit in front of our guest. I know why Devon is in Houston. Money. The asshole keeps some of my secrets, and he’s here to get his mouth sealed again.
"Why else should I be here but clean up a mess for you?" Devon gives me a proud smile. I sit back on the couch and wait for him to explain. "Our Prima Nocti act in the Empire got out of hand."
I cross my leg and raise an eyebrow at him. "I don't understand why it is a problem. It's a one-night deal."
Devon frowns, but I see anxiety in his eyes. I give him a squint, and he heaves a loud sigh. “I turned it into a business.”
My eyes widen, and so did Terrence's. I want to break Devon's neck, but I'm done with putting blood on my hands. Devon's worries melt his arrogance. It's not entirely his fault; I gave him the idea for the stupid business.
What business?
The Prima Nocti business. Prima Nocti is a European old practice of giving the Lord's right to have another man's wife on their wedding night. I wanted a man, Nicholas Aracelli, to pay his debt to me using the practice. The vicious asshole, who never had any respect for women, finally fell in love. And, of all women, he fell for a virgin from a little town called Empire.
I only planned to destroy their family business, but it wasn’t worth it. Nicholas has to pay for the nightmare that still haunts me. And his virgin wife has to pay for him. Devon played his role as a pimp. He offers Nicholas a loan of a few hundred grand to save his business.
Nicholas needed the money for his wedding and future family, so he fell into the trap. Of course, I made sure that he couldn't pay the money. Afraid to be killed by a loan shark, Nicholas fell deeper into my trap. Devon forces him to deliver his virgin wife to a bidder for a Prima Nocti. His wife’s virginity will be mine for an additional five years to pay the loan.
I made sure he didn't have a choice. So, on his wedding night, Nicholas and Devon drugged the virgin wife and delivered him to my room. Devon made sure that Nicholas watched me defile his wife behind a glass window. After realizing who I was, Nicholas wanted to stop everything. Under my orders, Devon made him behave.
His wife, however, was a feisty fox. Even drugged, she fought for her life. I felt sorry for her, but I had to make Nicolas pay. I wanted him to have the same nightmare I have every time he fucks his wife! So, I fucked his wife like she was nothing but a stray kitten from the street. Soon, the drug took effect, and she submitted to me like a puppet. I took the virginity from all her holes and returned her to Nicholas filled with my cum.
My hands shake hard as my anger rises. I never looked back on that day again. I buried it deep in the back of my head for the sake of my marriage. The virgin didn’t deserve it, but I didn’t care about her. I can’t even remember her face now. I was drunk and drugged when I forced her. Without the power of alcohol and the drug, I wouldn’t have had the heart to do what I did to her.
It should have been a one-night deal, but Devon got greedy. He discovered that some rich madmen like me are willing to throw their money just to the right to Prima Nocti. Devon manipulated the grooms before their weddings and forced them to deliver their wives to him.
“So, what does this problem have to do with me?” My hands shake as my anger rises.
“It all started because of you,” Devon’s voice raised.
“You turned it into a business. Not me,” I stand from the chair and walk back to my desk.
“It’s because of that virgin fox you wanted!” Devon yells.
He walks to my desk while explaining that the girl is hunting me. She remembered everything upon waking up. She wanted to go to the police and report me, but Nicholas told her the truth. It didn’t calm her down. She’d be stupid if it did. The wife wanted a divorce, but Nicholas's possessive nature returned. He confined his wife to their basement to stop her from getting a divorce and reporting him, Devon, and me to the authorities.
Guilt strikes me with a painful whip. That young woman did not fault me, but she suffered all that because of me. I shake my head – as if throwing that memory out of me again. "I paid you to take care of all the loose ends. You should do your part."
"Well, the loose end is too hard to tie," Devon replies. "You knocked up the girl, and now, she wants to find you."
I turn around to face Devon. He looks straight into my gray eyes and repeats what he said. I let go a short laugh and dart a doubtful look at him. “Nicholas wants me to support this child? I only filled that girl for one night.”
“The dude never touched his wife,” Devon insisted.
The nightmare of seeing his wife raped in front of him shattered Nicholas, making him unable to make love to his wife. The latter also refused to let Nicholas touch her. Hence, it strengthens the theory that I’m the child’s father.
Nicholas beats up his wife every time the nightmare strikes. When he realized that his wife was pregnant, he wanted to use the baby to blackmail me. His wife refused, and they had a bloody fight.
“That feisty fox ended up,” Devon shows a scissor-cutting gesture. “So, Nicholas is pissed off. His patience is as short as his now penis. He wants to kill the girl and the baby. Hence, she’s looking for you.”
“And you’re here in my office because?”
“I’m trying to tie the loose ends. And that fox is a very hard end to tie,” Devon explains. “It’s been a year now, and I’m losing resources. It also costs money to get rid of your little problem, who’s probably born by now.”
“Get rid?” I repeated.
Devon points at the picture of Kelly on my desk. I press my lips tightly and clench my hands into fists. Having a child with another woman will break her heart. "We don't want our beautiful queen to be bothered by your bastard, do we?" A victorious smile appears on Devon's face.
“Are you saying that you’re trying to get rid of a baby?”
"Now, now, Elijah," Devon's smile grows wider. "I can make this pesky Allyson Stevenson shut up, but the baby thing is a little complicated. It's your choice if you want me to get rid of it or just the mother."
Terrence looks at me before shaking his head lightly. I give him a slight nod before facing Devon again. "They're your problem, Devon. Do what you think is best. I had a vasectomy two weeks before I creamed that fox. So, the baby's not mine." The arrogant man turns pale. He opens his mouth to speak, but I quickly grab him by the collar. "But never mess with my wife. I can get rid of you as fast as I can get rid of that girl."
Devon drops on the floor when I let go of him. Terrence calls our private security to drag the smug jerk out of my office. I look at Devon as he walks out. “He’s not gonna stop,” I conclude. Terrence stands in front of me.
If Nicholas's wife told the truth, then the baby is mine. I didn't have a vasectomy until a few months ago. My original procedure was scheduled two years ago, but I changed my mind a few minutes before it happened. But I made Kelly believe that I went through with it.
Kelly didn’t force me to get the procedure. She was against it. But I wanted to share her pain after we discovered that she could no longer bear a child.
An “accident” happened when she first got pregnant a few months after our wedding. Kelly lost her baby, and it caused a complication. One of her ovaries was ruptured, and she was left with a weak one. After a few years of healing, she got pregnant again. But the complications extended to her uterus. So, we had to let go of our baby.
We tried again and succeeded twice, but each time, a complication arose. We had to terminate the pregnancies. The last pregnancy revealed that Kelly needed to cut out her remaining ovary to avoid cancer. We tried to preserve her eggs, but she rarely produces one. Kelly wanted to wait for her eggs to develop and be harvested, but her condition was more urgent. So, I forced her to undergo surgery and give up on having a child.
It's one of the few times Kelly resented me. But I convinced her that nothing would change between us. We can be each other's babies. And slowly, we built a stronger marriage and triumphed from all the tests.
I swore not to have a child from other women, but the thought of holding my child still excites me. Part of me wishes that the child is mine. And if it is, I’ll never abandon it.
“Make sure the baby’s safe until we’re sure,” I order Terrence. “And if it is, get that fox far from Kelly and the baby.”
“Don’t worry, Boss. The moment we discover the truth, she’ll end up shipped far from you,” Terrence assures me with a smile.
But for the better of all of us, I hope the baby isn’t mine.
