Todos los capítulos de The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Nora's POV We got to the reception area, and Norman stepped up to the front desk to check in, his card already in his hand. I stood slightly behind him, taking in the beautiful lobby while still quietly processing the fact that I was actually here, when I heard footsteps approaching from my left. A young girl, who couldn't have been more than twenty-two, with a face full of makeup, walked directly past me before stopping beside Norman. "Hi, pretty boy. Mind if we talk for a few minutes?" Norman didn't even look up from the card reader. She glanced briefly in my direction before smiling brightly, clearly enjoying herself. "I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind. Would you, Mom?" This was exactly what I had been avoiding when I told Norman his plan was ridiculous. The disrespect that came with age-gap relationships was something I knew we would eventually have to deal with, but beneath my irritation was an intense jealousy I couldn't explain. Why was she flirting with my man right i

Nora's POV I could not stop staring. He was so huge! He was at least twelve inches of him standing fully erect, the tip already wet and glistening, a slow bead of pre cum tracking down his length while I stood completely frozen three feet away from him like my brain had stopped sending signals to my legs. Dennis had a big dick too, but it was small compared to Norman's. "Please, put your trousers back on.” Norman smiled. "Why?" he asked. "Because you're shy?" "I'm not shy, I just…” "You need to get comfortable seeing your husband, my cock belongs to you, Genevieve” "Stop saying things like that, you're making me…" I stopped. "Horny?" he offered. I looked away. "Good," he said, his voice dropping lower. "That's exactly what I want." He held my gaze steadily. "You don't want to know how many times I've had to fuck myself just imagining what it would feel like to be inside you." My mouth went completely dry. He reached down and wrapped his hand around himself slowly, strok

Nora's POV I looked down between us at where we were joined and my eyes went wide. I was absolutely certain my body had stretched twice its size to accommodate him. "I feel…" He exhaled slowly, dropping his forehead to mine."I genuinely cannot explain it. You are just perfect. Perfect for me." Then he started to move. Slow at first, pulling back and pushing forward in long unhurried strokes, the wet sounds of us filling the suite and I lay there gripping the sheets and letting every sensation wash through me without trying to contain any of it. But slow was not enough anymore. "You can go faster, baby," I breathed. Something in him snapped. He straightened up, grabbed my hips, and let go of every last thread of restraint he had been holding onto. He fucked me without mercy. His waist rolled and drove forward in a fast rough rhythm, sweat beginning to gleam across his chest and abs as he moved. My mouth fell open as I watched how his cock drove into me. He grab

Nora's POV The garden theatre was completely breathtaking String lights ran between the trees in long warm strands, and round tables draped in white sat scattered across grass that sloped gently down toward the water. Couples were everywhere, leaning into each other, laughing quietly, sharing plates, completely unbothered by anyone watching them. It didn't feel like the cold, stiff events Dennis used to drag me to where everyone stood holding a glass and pretending to enjoy themselves. This felt real, like people actually wanted to be here with the person sitting next to them. Norman's hand settled at the small of my back as we were led to our table, and I let myself lean into it just slightly. The couple already seated looked up as we approached. The woman was elegant, somewhere in her fifties, silver streaks running through dark hair pulled back neatly, a warm easy smile. The man beside her was younger, broad shouldered, they were an age gap couple just like Nor

Nora's POV The club was nothing like what I had pictured in my head. I had always assumed clubs were strictly for people in their twenties but to my surprise the dance floor was full of couples in their forties and fifties moving easily to the music. At the far end a group of women who had to be near sixty laughing hysterically over drinks at a high table. Close by, an older man spinning his partner under the lights. The world had moved on without me. I had spent five years locked inside Dennis's company and missed out on what genuine friendship and love should feel like. "Drinks," Marcus announced. "Norman, with me." The men disappeared toward the bar, and Patricia pulled me toward a booth, leaning close so I could hear her over the music. "So," she said, eyes bright with curiosity. "How did you two actually meet?" "That's a long story," I said. "How about you and Marcus first?" She laughed. "Funny story, actually. He was my student. I used to lecture at the univ