A Married Man 44 Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry Amilee, but I think you have the wrong number. I’m married to Jared Laine, a loyal and loving man. I’m not stepping aside for anyone.” Hitting send I smile to myself. Later tonight my man is going have his dick so far inside of me, I’m going to push him back a little. My phone dings again and a picture of a face so similar to my husband’s only me and their mother could tell appears with text following.

“His name is Andrew Williams. He is the heir of Central Williams and Co., and he is 40 years of age.” To be very honest, his age matters a lot and makes me concerned. “Why is a 40-year-old man still looking for love?” I thought to myself. However, if I let this thought sink deep within me and do not ask Robert, then I know I will be doing myself harm. So, I ask him, “Has he ever been married?” “Yes, ma’am. According to his profile, he was once married, but his wife left him and married someone else,” Robert says.

Footsteps approached me from behind, but I didn't move a muscle, calmly continuing to smoke my cigarette. Wrapping his arms around me, he trailed his hand up my thigh. "You little minx, I'm sure you wanted this when you were on stage, huh?" I turned and pressed the cigarette to his lips, reaching to take off my mask with my other hand. He couldn't tear his gaze from me as I reached to wrap my arms around his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. "Are you married, sir?" His rough breathing echoed in my ear as he gripped my hand, panting, "Don't worry, I'm divorced. I know the rules around here, you lot don't mess with married men."

"Or how rough he can fuck. Do you think his cock is just as big as he is?" “Girl, snap out of it," the second girl chided her friend. "The man is married. You don’t stand a chance with him. No one does.” Wait what?? He’s married!? Does his wife know her man picks up heartbroken girls at clubs and fucks them raw till they scream? She remembered his hot tongue flat against her swollen clit, circling slow and torturous, then sucking hard with growls vibrating straight to her bones. God, why does he have to be married? This makes it much more complicated.

Man (4) - "I'm tired of waiting. Open your mouth honey." Woman (1) - "I don't do that for anyone but my husband." Man (4) - "You do tonight sweetie." Woman (1) - "I said I don't.....mphglorp umph." Man (4) - "That's a girl, suck it sweetie, suck it." Man (5) - "Come on you guys, I've been waiting almost ten minutes now." Man (1) - "I'm almost ready to blow. Get on over here and get ready; we need to keep this hot bitch going."

I answered questions directly, without excess, without closing anything off. Where did you meet? His lecture hall. We disagreed about something. About what? Whether love was real. Laughter around the table. And who won? I looked at Adrian across the table. He was already looking at me. “The argument is ongoing,” I said. Warmer laughter this time. It was after the main course when it happened. A man to my left. Broad shoulders. The confidence of someone accustomed to being the most important person in a room. “I will be direct,” he said. “There have been suggestions. That this marriage was convenient. Professionally motivated.” He held my gaze. “What do you bring to this marriage Elena? Beyon

"You don't get to talk to me." I brushed past Rosie. "Move." She froze, then grabbed my arm. "I know your game—throwing Quandt money around to force a marriage. Who are you trying to impress? Playing the hero won't change what I think of you." I stared her down. "I'm not marrying you." She blinked, then laughed—sharp and loud. "Not marrying me? My dad just got a mil from your family, and you're still pretending? You look so cheap it's embarrassing."

"It was wrong of me, Ella. I made a huge mistake. I was always true to you in the past four years, but I was too materialistic. I shouldn't have looked down on you because I thought you were just an ordinary woman. Let's get married, alright?" I looked down at him coldly. "It's too late, Grayson. I'm already married to Edwin." "You're lying!" Grayson said through clenched teeth. "Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?"

he asks, echoing a question I haven't even had the chance to think of yet. Marcus and I look at each other. He smiles. I smile back. "Same time next week," I answer. Both men laugh. And I realize, lying there between my husband and my lover, covered in cum and sweat and the evidence of my own pleasure, that my friends were wrong about absolutely everything. I didn't marry an old man who wouldn't want me to have sex. I married a man who wants me to have all the sex in the world — as long as he gets to watch.

Alice was still shaken from the unexpected blast of four simultaneous gunshots and her ears struggled to work their way back to full function, she could feel her fingers shaking vigourously, involuntarily, she stood petrified at the sight of four bodies that laid cold on her living room floor, lifeless and bloody, this was the real hell on earth she thought as she stood face to face with the man who had fired the gun and saved her life, he wore a pair of black jeans, a grey shirt, a black leather jacket, and a strong posture, he was nothing like the vagabonds that had invaded her house, he exuded a fair amount of control, discipline and looked somewhat familiar, she tried to place where she