Do you want to stop? Or be a billionaire's wife?

Jason was so flustered, he didn't even correct himself this time. How long had I been letting the man who claimed to love me degrade me this way? 

"Your pussy isn't getting your father my assistance either, Lena. My son spent the night balls deep in a hooker already. My fucking heir doesn't need a whore as a wife too. Listen to what you gambled away. Stupid boy," said Derek with a cool air of sophistication, as a sinister glint lit up his lustful gaze. 

Fear and excitement curled up in my core, every other emotion taking a back seat. Anticipation of the fuck I was about to receive built between my legs. Soft moans accompanied by heavy breathing slid from my lips.  

"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. 

And me? All I could do was lie there, legs in the air, trying to catch my breath and scream at the same time, while my husband's monster cock split me in half repeatedly. 

"Dad, come on. That's my girlfriend. Dad, please don't. She loves me. She wants me, not you. Don't you, Pearly?" Jason's frustrated voice sounded over the phone. "Fuck, this is wrong. Dad, stop," he all but begged and I swear he sounded jealous, for the first time in three years.

After that, I was done thinking. I laid back and relaxed, fisting the table cloth, while my new husband ploughed in and out of my pussy. 

"You said you were marrying me. That she was an ugly, fat pig you could never—" Lena objected at the top of her voice. 

"Shut up, damn it. Pearly please. Tell my dad no. Make him stop. I'll do better, okay? I'll fuck you all you want. Pearl, come on. This is fucking humiliating," Jason roared on the other end of the phone, switching from begging to complaining like a bitch. 

As my husband sawed in and out of pussy, a rush of power heightened the euphoria of his dick fucking me with short, brutal strokes. 

"Pearl. Your name is beautiful, angel

Fitting. Do you want to stop? Or be a billionaire's wife?" he rasped out, groaning as he came closer. 

Derek grabbed onto my shoulders and slammed his lips into mine as his hips thrust into me.

Manic humping followed. If Derek meant for me to answer in more than moans and gasps, he sure as shit wasn't acting like it. Bits and pieces of our first time together came back to me. He was a gentle, considerate, patient lover after I told him I was a virgin. Nothing like this time. Evidently, once I was broken in, I was his to use as he pleased. 

"Why?" I choked out, as I wrapped my limbs around his big build towering over me while he fucked me. "Why me?" 

It was never me. Lena was right. No man ever chose me. So why did the distinguished billionaire satisfying the shit out of my sexually deprived body, want me? 

"Maybe I just enjoy stealing beautiful, tight pussy from my dumb son," Derek said with a chuckle, followed by a gasp.

"Dad, this is fucked up. I'm getting in the car. Tell me where you are," Jason insisted, never one to quit. 

Now I knew where he got it from. A whole year spent looking for me. Clearly his father didn't quit either. His dick definitely didn't. 

"God, that's amazing. Exhausted. Shit," I said, sharing a naughty grin with my husband about the taboo nature of what we were doing. 

So what if Derek was crazy? So what if I'd regret this in the morning when I came to my senses? First, he was going to fuck me like I deserved to be fucked. Then I'd worry about the consequences. 

"So tight, angel. So gorgeous," Derek insisted. "Damn, that's good, Pearl," he said and I wanted to argue.

That he couldn't like fucking me. That my fat pussy wasn't satisfactory. That I wasn't gorgeous or worth attention from a man like him. 

Instead, I shut my mouth and let my pussy be used by the only man who ever wanted it. 

Then came Jason's voice one more time and I couldn't help being torn. 

"Come on Pearly. I learned my lesson okay? Stop now. You're breaking my heart. I love you. I swear I do. My father's a dick. He just wants a fuck, Pearl. I want you to be my wife. Marry me, Pearl," Jason begged and my fucked up pussy came on his father's dick. 

"You can, no you will, listen while I fuck your step mom, but shut the fuck up. You'll ruin her orgasm. Isn't that right, baby?" Derek said, kissing my lips again. 

He wasn't declaring mad love to me like his son was, and yet his dick never stopped moving inside me despite me screaming my head off. This was a declaration in its own right. Him laying claim to me. The question was: did I want it to be permanent? 

"Derek. Derek. Derek," I moaned over and over, my body being shredded to bits as the table shook with it. 

I could hear the engine of a car coming to life. Would Jason really come? Three years I waited for him to pay this much attention to me. Was the only way to get him to notice me by fucking his father? 

After being given a tiny glimpse into what it could be like being a billionaire's wife, did I care anymore? 

"Where the fuck are you?" Jason cried again. 

My trembling hand picked up the phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. My aching heart wanted to go back, but my pussy and logic said otherwise. 

Could Plush Pearl really walk away from my toxic relationship and claim a billionaire's affecti

on? Or did Derek just want a taboo fuck with his son's girlfriend?