로그인"Dad, what are you doing to my girlfriend? You like Pearl? I'll marry Pearl. No problem. Just don't—" Jason, the jock I idolized for almost half my life, tripped over his words. "Derek, wait. Let's have a conversation fir— Dear fucking God, help me," I screamed, as my husband slammed the whole of his big dick home into my near virgin pussy. "Excuse my idiot son, wife. At least he had the sense not to touch you since I made you mine. Fuck, you're tight," Derek said, quick to withdraw and shove his dick back into me. ### Pearl was Jason's girlfriend for three years. He never touched her, fat shamed her mercilessly, but kept her around to pass his exams for him, claiming they were waiting for marriage to fuck. When Pearl walked in on him fucking a hooker, she was devastated, finally coming to terms with the truth: her boyfriend found her curves revolting. He was disgusted by her. Done being used and ready to get laid, Pearl agrees to go on a last minute blind date in her sister’s place. Little does she know that her 'date' isn’t the stranger she was supposed to meet. He’s Derek Nelson, Jason’s billionaire father and her husband from a drunken one night stand. Derek breaks the news to Pearl, then angry fucks her in front of Jason, demanding she be his whore wife for one year. In student debt up to her eye balls, with her family's debt to think of too, can Pearl really turn her billionaire husband away? As Jason grovels for forgiveness on his knees while Derek fucks Pearl, the young wife must choose: the boy who used and betrayed her or the ruthless, former champion wrester who’s obsessed with ruining her.
더 보기“Dad, just let me see her for a second,” Jason said, his voice low but edged with not so subtle, familiar hunger as the boxing match roared on the TV above the bar. “Pearl’s pregnant. I am so happy for you guys. I just want to congratulate her in person. Five years married and you two still look like newlyweds in every damn photo. What are you going to do, keep me from the kid his or her whole life?" Derek Nelson set his whiskey down with a deliberate clink, eyes narrowing on his son across the scarred wooden table. Their Friday night ritual of drinks at a sports bar was the fragile truce they’d built since Jason started working at the company. Every time he brought up Pearl it felt all the more brittle. Five years had passed since that chaotic Vegas honeymoon. Five years of Derek choosing Pearl every single day. Of watching her bloom into the fierce, brilliant woman who owned his heart and dominated boardrooms at his side. They had built a life together. A quiet, yet passionat
“Pearl, tell me it’s okay to be happy now,” Derek rasped against the curve of my neck.His voice cracked with every raw, pent up year of grief and guilt he had carried alone. His big hands shook as they hooked into the thin waistband of my panties and yanked them down my thighs in one frantic tug. “Even though my sister is gone. Penelope never got to watch Jason grow up because I was too fucking late scraping together the money to save her. Tell me I’m allowed to indulge in us without hating myself for failing them,” he begged, like I could somehow fix his whole world. Make everything okay again. Like he did for me not so long ago. The words tore out of him like they hurt, but the way he kissed my throat right after, open mouthed, desperate, teeth grazing my skin, told me the emotion had finally broken the dam.I didn’t care that he was rough, that the lace scraped my skin as it flew off my legs. Tonight he could have whatever he neede
"I was wrong. Stupid. Naïve. Couldn't save her. Should've been there," he insisted, arms wrapping around me tightly now as his frame shook with how hard he cried. "You were seventeen, Derek. Just a kid yourself. One with big dreams dealt a shitty hand. Jason almost never talked about her, but when he was drunk enough, he'd tell me about her last moments. How she insisted on watching your match before going to the hospital the night she died," I told him with a shaky voice, uncertain I had the right to tell him this story, but too distraught and desperate to console him to care. He pulled back and looked up at me through tear filled eyes and asked in a strained voice, "She did? He never told me." "Yeah," I said with a brave smile. "She saw, husband. She got to see you win. I didn't know her, but I hope your big moment brought her peace, Derek." I had no idea if I was saying the right words. If there were right words to say. But when he grabbed me and held me tight again, I knew the
We had both been faithful to each other after all. It meant more to me than words could say. He teased me gently, a spark of that old playfulness lighting his eyes despite everything as he ate. “Disappointed, wife?”“Not at all,” I answered seriously, meeting his gaze, my voice steady. “Not even a little. Happy. I just want you." His expression softened further, longing and love etched in his facial muscles.“Good. That's all I want too. To belong with you. For you to belong with me instead of to me. As a lover, not an employee. I don’t wish to be your tormentor the way Jason was. The way everyone before me has been. I love you fiercely, but I understand if you need time to get used to the idea," he spoke animatedly.A calm, soft joy settled between us as a love bubble surrounded us. There he was again, promising me the moon and the stars. Just like the night we married. Was I foolish to believe my ideal man was sitting across from me tonight? "Furthering our relationship?" I par
“Take off her dress, Jason,” I said coldly. “Evidently my whore bride wants to help us grieve tonight.”Pearl froze completely as Jason reached for her again, but her eyes locked onto mine across the room, pleading and terrified.That logical psychotic asshole she met a month ag
The way he just submitted to me and my whims, wreaked havoc with my stupid heart. This giant, powerful ex heavyweight boxer who could destroy me in seconds, letting me control every thrust, was electrifying. No, I didn't actually think I could hurt him, but that didn't matter. It felt like he trus
Derek's hand closed around my wrist, gentle but unyielding."Upstairs. Now," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.I didn't argue, my pulse racing from the tension. No glass of water for me. Derek practically carried me to our bedroom, kicked the door sh
The gesture was tiny. I just wanted to touch his hand. He slid his fingers into mine, giving me more than I asked for. Holding on tight."Thank you," I said shyly, squeezing his hand. "You're my devil, my daddy, my husband. I love you. More than should. I want this Derek. I want us."






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