MasukFOUR YEARS LATER.“Caroline’s pink.”“What was that?”Malcolm moves his lips from my pussy and looks up at me. “I think I’ll open an art supply company and name a paint color Caroline’s pink. After your pussy.”He winks and goes back down on me before I can respond. My back arches as he sucks my clit, and I stretch my arms up over my head, filling my lungs with air as my orgasm comes crashing down on me.My hips twist, grinding against his face as wave after wave of pleasure rock me.Back when I worked at the diner, some of the older women used to tell me that married couples eventually get tired of having sex with each other. “You just get used to it,” they would tell me.Maybe that’s true for some people, but for me and Malcolm? Never.If anything, our lust for each other has grown. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which is a bit of a problem now that we have our little baby boy running around the house.Tyson. He was born nine months after Malcolm proposed to me.I thought I
Frantically, I stuff everything I came here with into the bag I brought home from the store when Malcolm took me shopping. I grab one of my unfinished paintings from the studio and head downstairs. No idea how I’ll get the rest of them, but if I have to leave them here, then so be it.I’m nearly hyperventilating as I take the stairs. My heart may be broken, but it’s beating like a drummer on speed.God, please don’t let me have a heart attack.I yank the door open and race outside. Without my phone, I can’t call a ride—not that I have the money to pay for one anyway—so I just start walking. I used to love how long and elegant this driveway was, but now I hate it.Just get me out of here!It’s kind of chilly, but I’m overheating. It feels like forever before I reach the front gate, and right before I can press the button to let myself out, it starts to swing open. I back up just as Malcolm’s Rolls pulls up in front of me.Something painful swirls in my chest. A mixture of emotions that
Tears spill from my eyes. My legs start to tremble.“Get out!” I scream, the words tearing out of my throat. “Get out of here now!”Chuck shrugs and gives me a look that could only be described as pity.“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, Caroline. But some men are just used to having everything.”It takes all of my strength to remain standing as I watch him go. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I collapse. I fall to my knees, tears pouring from my eyes. My reflection stares up at me from the perfectly polished marble floor.What do I do now?I don’t want to believe it. I can’t believe it.Chuck is lying. Malcolm would never betray me.That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the last half hour as I repeatedly call Malcolm’s phone. But every single time it goes to voicemail.“Pick up, damn it!” I scream, kicking a can of primer across the studio. Pain floods through my big toe, and I tumble over. Yeah, that’s broken.My eyes sweep the plethora of gifts—all the paints, the b
Paint, paint, paint, paint! That’s what I’ve been telling myself all morning ever since Malcolm dropped that bomb on me yesterday.A gallery show for Julie Spencer? I still can’t believe it.Then again, I can’t believe anything that’s happened to me over the last few days.This incredible man blew into my life like a tornado, swept me off my feet, and changed everything forever. My heart sparks whenever I look at him. My body heats up whenever he’s near me. I want to scream into the ether about just how wonderful he is. I want to tell everyone! But Maybelline hasn’t been answering her phone all morning.I look at the mix of paints on my wooden palette beside me. That’s how I feel inside. All mixed up.I go back to my landscape, dabbing a bit of my nice, new, expensive paint on my amazing brush…Just as I’m about to go to work on the ridge of a mountain, a clap behind me nearly causes me to jump out of my pants. I whirl around, and who do I find standing in the doorway?“Hey, bitch.” M
I fuck her hard and fast, watching her plump, eighteen-year-old tits bounce with each stroke. Her ass slaps back against my legs as I drive every inch I have into her sweet hole.She mewls as I trace her back with my fingertips, finally finding her waist and clutching it tight.“You’re so goddamn good, baby,” I grunt into her ear. My balls ache, and I’m already losing myself in the hot bliss of her perfect cunt.I feel wicked as I pound her. I feel like a king.Mine…all MINE.Being inside her is heaven. Each stroke causes a pressure to rise inside of me. Each heartbeat drums stronger. Each breath is heavier.I’ll never get enough of her.“I’m already close,” I admit, sucking her earlobe as I whisper my confession. “You have no idea what you do to me.”“You like it?” she asks, biting her lower lip as I pick up the pace.Her palms are pressed against the shower wall as the water rains down on us. I reach between her legs and find her clit with my middle finger. Her whole body jolts as I
I stand in the back yard as the sun rises, taking in the luxury of the estate where I was raised. Most people would see this place for what it is: a spectacle of wealth and privilege. I recognize that. But at the same time, my entire life has been about living up to my parents’ expectations. Sifting through women who couldn’t care less about who I actually am.There were times I hated this place. When I just wanted to just give it all away and move somewhere where nobody knew me. Start fresh and leave my life behind.But now I see things differently. I see Ford Manor as an opportunity. A way to provide for Caroline, my princess who came into my life out of nowhere and turned it upside down.Her new studio is just the beginning. And the look on her face when she first saw it was sweeter than any Michelin-starred meal or expensive wine I’ve ever tasted. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing that look. Doing everything I can to give her the perfect life.Because that’s what she deserves
After the movie, I turn off the television and take a beer out into the balcony. I'm feeling uncomfortable about how the day has gone. I've been really fucking weirdly inappropriate about Annabelle, and I don't know what has come over me.God, this is not me.I still feel deeply ashamed about jerki
After Chloe and Kiara leaves, I head upstairs and have a shower to wash off the pool water, taking extra time to wax my leg hairs and polish my nails. Josh enters my room just as I come out of the bathroom with only a towel around my bosom."Hey, kid...holy shit!" he splutters, averting his eyes to
Annabelle is singing something exuberantly, I can hear her muted voice through the windowpane, and she's jumping up and down as she sings.Her incredible, perfect, succulent breasts are bouncing up and down with her.I tighten my palm around my cock, feeling a shiver of pleasure engulf me. I'm real
I walk down the hall to the en-suite bathroom to pick up the clean beach shorts I'd left there, my phone propped against my left ear as Valerie, my wife rants on the phone. "I can't believe the nerve of that girl. She's still so stubborn as ever, and I believe you're the reason for that, Josh. You







