Married To A Porn Star Novels & Stories

Well that hurts. "I…." He stood up from the chair and started walking towards me. "We are married yes, but you know what this marriage is all about, all i want is a f**k partner." He said and my eyes widened. "What?" I asked incase i didn't hear him. “You heard me correctly, i married you because I just don't want to go picking up girls, and also to shut the media up," he said and grabbed my chin. "You will play a good role, yes."

she moaned softly as she slowed her pace, my spasming dick finishing its eruption. On screen the black actor was spewing an incredible load all over the actresses behind, rope after rope coating her milky ass. The white male actor reappeared, slowly making his way back on screen. He leaned down and kissed the woman passionately, just as the screen faded to black with the splash title "Wife Sharing 4". I was a bit surprised, not having realized I selected that sort of porn, Stacey noticed too "Oh yeah babe?" she turned and kissed me "A bit kinky tonight are we?" she smiled, jokingly.

Hearing these words makes me feel like someone has just stabbed me in the stomach. "Are you married?" I get up and start trying to fix my clothes. "No, no, Christie. I am not married. I've been divorced for several years, many years. But my ex-wife, every time she feels like it tries to make my life sad," he takes me by the hand and pulls me to him "please, Cara mia, believe me." "So you have two children." "Yes, Luciana is 16 and Maurizio is 13." "Damn it! I think that after what they just saw, they are going to need to go to therapy urgently.

“Are you fucking serious?” “Yes.” “To who? I need to know. And, I can’t believe anti-young-marriage Karen was cool with it. If you say she was, I really will think I’m dreaming, hang up, and when I wake up, all the shit that has come from your mouth will just be a bad dream.” “I married Weston Lockwood in a drunken night in Vegas,” I said in a rush, letting out a sigh of relief at having it out and off my chest.

I repeated to myself, a mantra whispered into the quiet air, drawing deep, shuddering breaths as if they could actually mend me. I fixed my gaze on the phone screen again, awaiting Sarah’s reply, but it remained stagnant—an unbearable blank. A sharp pang of hurt struck my chest. I felt profoundly alone, adrift in a silent sea. I craved a comforter; I needed Sarah’s voice, but more desperately, I yearned for my mother’s embrace. “It is all over,” I confessed under my breath. The brutal truth was a constant hum: I had been forcibly married to Collins, a sure cruel plot engineered by my father. I was bound to him forever, sentenced to a lifetime of quiet pain and forced intimacy.

Who married her after he found out she was pregnant for him. As young as he was, he was a filthy rich billionaire, he had expensive jewelry, rode expensive cars, wore expensive clothes, and owned the most expensive House in New York. I also heard he's rude, heartless, rarely forgives, and above all was a big-time playboy. Although that doesn't do a thing to his fame, he's still loved and adored. Might be wondering how I know a lot about him right? Well, like I said he's very popular and is referred to as the greatest Rockstar around here.

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

“First of all, I am sorry for not inviting you to my wedding. You know my husband wants our wedding to be private and it was so sudden on my part too that is why I did not manage to inform you about it so I apologized to you for that." "About my husband, his name is Alexander Montilva and yeah, he is kind and I am living with him at his condo now and you don’t have to worry because I am perfectly fine here,” I simply said to them. And the moment they heard the name of my husband, the two girls are very shocked while Brian is just frowning right now. “You mean, Alexander Montilva, the owner of Montilva Corporation and the ever famous young billionaire in town?” Celine asked with a shocked fac

"No, thank you, he is married!" She look around. "But I don't see any woman around" "She is sle...." Fred cuts me off with a raise of his hand, he tries to stand up right but won't stop staggering. "I'm mar.. married" he points at the girl. "I..I won't..let a fu-cking slu..slut like you care for me!" He slurs. "But I..." "Lady, thank you for bringing him home. Now please leave" "No, I must take care of him tonight, he...."

"Stop thinking so highly of yourself. Harry takes after his dad's appearance." They were both getting on my nerves, like a stain that could not be rubbed off. "I don't believe you!" Quinton said. Zachary said, "We've asked other people. All of them said they'd never seen your husband. You're telling us that you're married because you want to make me and Dad angry, right?" I loathed to discover they had investigated me, so I told them the truth. "My husband is Jacob Ferrin, the movie star. We decided to get married secretly because he didn't want me to be harassed by the media and his fans."