(6 years later)
"Luca...Gloria, it's time to sleep now", I yelled to my 5 years old son and 3 years old daughter.
Both of them hurried off to their room, leaving me to follow them. I sighed. At least they listened when I say something in a stern voice.
Just as I took a step, an arm circled around my waist, pulling me to the hard chest and a hard cock. I shivered when he breathed in my ear sensually.
"Come in the basement after tucking them in", for the extra effect he bit my ears, causing my pussy to throb with need.
I just nodded, unable to utter a single word. I went into Luca's room first and he has already changed into sleepwear and now laying on his bed.
I smiled. I still can't get over the fact how he is an exact copy of his dad. He is very calm and collected just like his father and not to forget he too is really commanding just like his father.
"I love you baby", I pulled the blanket up to his chest and
?Listen to How Long Will I love you by Ellie Goulding for a better experience.?***My heart is thumping so fast it feels like it's going to burst any second. Today is my wedding and I'm walking down the aisle. It's a dream come true but only half of the dream. My eyes are locked with the love of my life but I'm not marrying him. He's standing there waiting for his bride but that bride isn't me, instead, it's my sister.I'm thankful for the veil to hide the tears that threaten to fall. You all must be thinking why I'm not marrying my love. Trust me if I can I will in a heartbeat but I can't. Instead, I'm marrying his brother and my best friend, Dalton. This marriage is our Father's idea. When we were young they both have made a promise to each other that I'll marry Dalton and my little sister will mar
After the ceremony was over, Dalton made an excuse to pull me out of the wedding hall. I was grateful that I no longer had to witness any heartbreaking scenes for the rest of the day. Half of the day was torturous enough for me. Dalton took me to our house. The moment I was inside the room I would be living in, I stripped out of my wedding dress, leaving myself only in my undies. I wore a snap-button bodycon dress and paired it with silver heels. As for makeup, I decided to go with a no-makeup make-up look. Once I was finished getting ready, I went out to where my husband was waiting for me. Husband. It was weird being married to my best friend, especially to someone who knows about my past relationship with Carl. You heard it right. He knows about it and as for how he came to know about it - it was yours truly who told him. As I said, he's my best friend, someone whom I trust and someone who knows me better than I know myself. There have never been any secrets between us and nothi
Our honeymoon was disastrous, because of me, of course. In the past week and a half, we didn't get to do anything fun due to my lack of energy. Every time Dalton asked me to go out, I made excuses to not go. I just wanted to wallow in self-pity and nothing else. I was unable to get Carl out of my mind. I tried my best not to think about him but my thoughts traced back to our memories together. I knew he didn't belong to me anymore, and that I should stop thinking about him but I just couldn't get him out of my system. He was imprinted on my heart and my soul. He was everywhere, and sometimes, he became an illusion. That summarizes our trip to Hawaii. Fortunately, our honeymoon was cut short due to a work emergency after one and a half weeks of me crying my heart out. As to why the vacation was cut short - someone from the company has stolen a large amount of money and our parents were freaking out so we have to end our honeymoon. It came as a relief to me. I felt bad about Dalton
Memories - they bring happiness, they make you sad, and they make you cry. Memories are special, that's why we all cherish them. The person who makes the memories sometimes becomes a memory. But I was erasing the memories that are deeply embedded in my mind. I burned every picture, every letter, and every gift that reminded me of Carl. I didn't leave any trace of him in my home. It was a fresh start for me and Dalton. I was determined to give Dalton what he deserved. I decorated the house with candles and prepared Dalton's favorite dishes. I set the table for us and decorated it with candles, rose petals, and fresh roses in the middle of the table. After I was done with the table, I went to our room to get changed. I wore a Dark burgundy red cut-out velvet dress. It reached my mid-thighs and enhanced my curves. For makeup, I choose to do a dark sultry look with brown eyeshadow, and nude lipstick. I straightened my hair and wore black ankle-strap heels, and with that, the look was c
Someone once said, "Your body can stand almost anything. It's your mind that you have to convince". I beg to differ. The closeness between us and the familiar body heat was making my body feel things I shouldn't. My mind is screaming for me to get away before we make the mistake that'll ruin our lives but I was frozen under his gaze, unable to move. How am I to resist when I could feel his desire for me? How am I to forget him when he keeps crawling his way near me? How could I ever forget our love? (45 minutes ago) When Dalton and I reached his parent's house, my parents, Amara and Carl, were already present and having a pleasant conversation in the dining area. Mr Miller urged us to take a seat. He was sitting on the head chair with Mrs Miller on his left and my dad on his right. On my father's right was my mom, and on Mrs Miller's left was Amara. As you can already guess, Carl was sitting beside Amara. The only seat left for me and Dalton was beside my mother. As I was lowering
Attention, affection, and appreciation. Those were the feelings that hit me when I woke up this morning in Dalton's arms. Dalton makes me feel secure. I feel like I belong with him, somewhere I could make mistakes, where I won't be condemned for failure, and where I could always return to. I smiled softly and stroked Dalton's face. He looked so handsome with sunlight grazing his features. Not like he ever looks ugly. This man has made every woman in deadwind drool. It always makes me wonder what made him fall for me. What did he like about me first? Many questions made me curious. "Good morning," Dalton said in his morning voice, giving me butterflies. I sucked in a breath, kinda turned on by his voice. "Good morning," I kissed his cheek. "I'm going down for breakfast after taking a quick shower. Meet me in the dining room after you're ready for the day." I hopped from bed, got ready for the day, and made my way to the dining hall. Dalton's mom and my mom had already prepared
The next day I had trouble walking straight but the soreness and the ache in my back were all worth it. That was just a small price to pay after getting fucked so well. My man knows what to do to make me scream and I'm not a screamer. He knows how to push my buttons and he sure knows how to satisfy me. I'm not the one who prefers sex over love (Carl is the perfect example of that) but my preferences are starting to change. Maybe it was because I now know what pleasure feels like that the thought of a non-freaky relationship feels bland to me now. Call me a whore, if you will but I can't imagine a day without being stuffed with Dalton's cock. I have become a horny teenager that wants to get on it all the time and most of the time, I think about sex. It's a little embarrassing to accept the fact that I have become a sex addict. *sigh* Moving on, today I decided to go to work to check up on everything. I know Amy will go bonkers soon if I don't report to work. Being back to work
"You're so fucking beautiful when you're at my mercy," he commented, rubbing his cock against my wet folds to tease me. "You've been a very bad girl, wife," he added. "What did I do?" I panted, wiggling my ass at him. God, I feel like a whore the way I crave his cock and I love it. "You do this," he pressed his cock against the valley of my ass, rubbing it back and forth. I smirked, though he couldn't see that. I was proud that he couldn't seem to contain his desire around me. It made me feel things. "You make me hard every time you're near. You occupy my thoughts and it's hard for me to focus during work," he added. He sensually slid his fingers down my sides and rested his hands on the lower side of my ass. "You're a very bad girl for doing that," he started. "Do you know what happens to bad girls, wife?" he asked in a husky voice. I shudder, goosebumps rising on my skin. "They get punished," he whispered in my ears. I swear I almost moaned. I know a little about kinky stuf