Autumn's standpoint Mordecai pushed me into his bedroom, hungrily meshing his mouth against mine, his hands traveling up my sides to work on finding the opening of my jacket. You'll think after the sex in the public restroom and his car, he would be tired. But if there's one thing I've learned from two weeks of intense sexual intimacy with him, it is that Mordecai is never satisfied. Maybe it was the rush of new sex, I don't know, but he's always ready to shove his dick into me no matter the place. What led to this? Well, he took me out for dinner just so he could pull me to the restroom and enjoy the thrill of having sex in a place where we might be caught and humiliated. Then on our way back, he pinned me to the backseat and had another go. I thought it was over, I was exhausted from work, the press I had to deal with all day, the wedding plans, and then he just had to tire me out. Yet, even as he pulled me to his bedroom, I couldn't complain because my body didn't seem to mind the
Autumn's standpoint "What the hell! Cai, I thought we agreed on no bondages until after the wedding?" "You agreed, I didn't– wow, you look good cuffed to my bed. I'm impressed." He said proudly, running his gaze over my body, again. That smirk on his face, I wanted to carve it off along with his entire face. "Mordecai, are you mad?" I cried bitterly, mostly because I was tied up and enjoying it. I hate my body. "Yes, I'm utterly and absolutely mad. Now, let this madman drive you crazy," he winked at me. I stared at him with lips apart with surprise. He folded one arm and stroked his chin with the other's fingers. He hummed thoughtfully as if planning his next torture carefully. Which he did. "Aha!" He snapped his fingers excitedly. "I've got the perfect thing for this. I'll be right back, baby," I watched with disbelief as he climbed off the bed. "Don't go anywhere, love… oh, wait, you can't." He threw his head back and laughed delightfully as he strutted away. I remained there, n
Autumn's standpoint It felt good, really good, and awful at the same time. He ate me slowly and gently, using his thumb and index finger to rotate my clit but not giving it any sincere attention, to frustrate me. His occasional moans and grunts vibrated against my pussy and he knew exactly what that vibration did to my body. My limbs were starting to hurt from the uncomfortable position. I could feel the muscles in my legs and hands beginning to tighten from the strain, and the tightness seemed to add more pressure to my core and the knot in my stomach. Every muscle and vein in my body tensed as the pressure slowly built up to the brim. It was frustrating not being able to move a muscle. Mordecai took advantage of the situation and started trailing my stressed-out muscles and veins with one hand while the other continued to tease my clit as his mouth sedulously devoured my pussy. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head from the overwhelming pleasure. My hands itched to pull at
Autumn's standpoint I groaned, pushing my face into the pillow. I slept on my side, one hand under my pillow to support my head and the other clasped against Mordecai's. Well, at least, it was, until he removed his hand to grope my breast. His morning wood slid up and down my ass and his lips peppered my neck with wet kisses. I pushed my hand back, giving him a small nudge with my elbow to push him away. Instead of going away, the hand groping me slid down my stomach and palmed my pussy. I clicked my tongue and hissed, pushing his hand away. "Woman, let me fuck you," "Man, let me be, I'm tired." I retorted, grumpily, my voice coming out very dry and croaked. He muttered something to himself and sat up. The next thing I knew, my face was being pressed into my pillow as his big dick penetrated my ass. Between my struggle for air, his fingers in my pussy, and his dick in my ass, I knew it was going to be another long morning. ______ "She's so beautiful And I tell her every day, yeah
Autumn's standpoint It wasn't supposed to hurt, it wasn't supposed to matter. We didn't know each other then, he had a life to live and he was waiting for me, maybe, but still, watching it burned everything internal in me. I had no right to be bitter or angry, but I couldn't help it. There were two sex videos of Mordecai, an entrepreneur lady, and an actress going viral on the internet. I didn't feel bad for the actress, she acted in sex scenes in her movies so getting caught on camera was probably nothing to her, and Cai, he was a man so I didn't see how it would bother him if the whole world saw his perfect body and huge dick, really not. The only damage would be done to the business lady. The caption of the videos was against me. Since our story said we'd been dating for years, the videos questioned that. Cai only stopped non-exclusively dating two years earlier so the other years, he was out with a lot of women. The reporter added pictures of himself and some other women who it w
Mordecai's standpoint I ran my palm over my face for the umpteenth time, sighing out loud. I glanced at my phone again, my heart skipping a beat. I was waiting for her call, the call that would end everything. She hadn't picked up on what was going on yet, but I knew she would even if Chelsea assured me that she wouldn't if no one told her. What if someone does? What if she decides to leave me? "She can't leave you, Mordecai, you two were never together." Aaron's words made sense, as usual. Logically, she had no right to question me, but there was nothing logistic about our relationship. Not when my heart belonged to her, not when my chances of getting her to fall for me were slim. And again, she knew The Bianchi Brothers? And even Vito Marchetti? How? I had no beef with them but I knew they weren't the nicest people to move around with. Was she really sleeping with them? All of them? No, Autumn is loose but not to that extent, right? Did I have the right to be jealous even if she d
Autumn's standpoint It's my wedding day! Hold it, I'm not paranoid or worried like most women would be. I was awfully comfortable with the whole situation. I was just sitting in front of my mirror while Gaia turned me into another version of myself. Mom panicked for me because she discovered my wedding dress got torn somehow. The evil person—which is Sinead—tore the dress apart with scissors and kept the dress back. I wasn't bothered because I sent Chelsea and Meredith to get my backup. I expected her to pull such a stunt. You see, I am like my parents. I'm always prepared. Remember that diamond dress I wanted to wear to Mordecai's birthday party? That was the one I was going to wear instead. The dress was even more unique than my original wedding dress. I mean, a dress made of diamonds is so worth it. I still had my crystalline heels with diamond pearls and my accessories. Sinead didn't know who she was dealing with. She caught me off guard once, she wouldn't do it again. "I am fi
Mordecai's standpoint "Her wedding dress got ripped to shred," Meredith whispered. "Oh my," the priest gasped. "Don't worry, Chelsea and I just came back from getting her a replacement. She will be here any minute," and so I waited, counting the seconds as it ticked away on my wristwatch. In exactly fifteen minutes, her party rushed in. I exhaled with relief. I thought this would be a disaster. Her godfather went out since he was to walk her down the aisle. She wanted to pick her mother's brother (Meredith's father) but her godfather took care of her and raised her instead of him so she went with him—not that her uncle mind. My eyes were fixed on the door, peering at it as the music came alive. The wedding meant a lot to me because it was real. One day, she would realize how real my love for her is and appreciate the effort our families and friends put into it. And even if she doesn't, she can get a divorce when I'm dead. "Finally," I breathed out as the door reopened to reveal m