~Christopher’s POV~At that very moment, I could feel my self-control sliding from my fingertips. My narcotic of choice has been her kiss. My wife is my Achilles’ heel. I knew this girl was going to be the death of me the moment I laid eyes on her. The little self-control I had was gone, and that started to worry me, as I knew that kissing her and deepening the kiss made me want to do a lot of things to her. I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I accomplished everything in my head. I gripped her face in my hands and intensified the kiss even further. I slipped my hand away from her face and into her hair, tugging at the roots of her hair with both hands at once. After a moment, her head fell back willingly as a low-pitched moan fell out of her lips. Her eyes were fluttering wildly as if she couldn’t stop them. I yanked her hair even tighter and watched as a murmur slipped between her opened lips. Her thighs were clamping down on my hips with incredible force and firmness. As I choke he
~Christopher’s POV~I lowered myself from the counter and drew her to the counter’s edge. I took a step back and soaked in all of her glory. She was the epitome of perfection, and she is my wife. I drank the wine straight from the bottle. Fuck! This wine was failing to deliver on my expectations.“Camille,” I called out to her.She remained silent. She only drew her gaze to mine and gazed at me hesitantly. This left me wondering when Camille had turned into such a reserved individual. “Do you have anything strong? She nodded and pointed in the direction of the place where she stored it, and I noticed a collection in that spot. When I spotted my poison Dalmore Decades, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I grabbed the bottle, fully aware that she had purchased it for me. When? I’m not interested in knowing, she knows me very well and she had faith in us, and I will give her that faith as well. And I’ll make sure she remembers that I’m still her husband, even though I won't openly tell her. Sh
~Christopher’s POV~I didn’t thrust any further. I just brushed her hair back with my fingers. I could feel her squeezing her legs together, which was impossible because I was wedged between her thigh bones. I took in a deep breath and tried to move a little, and she arched back and winced, but I pulled her back and claimed her lips. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks. I am angry, but I don't want her to feel worse than she already is. If I say anything right now she will tell me about how I never saw her as a woman. I began thrusting gradually, being cautious not to go all in. I looked at her teary eyes and I just knew the counter would cause her more pain, so I lifted her from the counter with my cock still in her kitty and headed to her room. I positioned her in her bed.“Camille, do you want me to stop?”Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head in frustration. I drew her legs apart and slid between her thighs to place myself between them. I rubbed my shaft agains
~Christopher’s POV~I lay beside my wife, regretting my actions once more, but this time there was nothing I could do to undo what I’d already done. The fucking control was something I failed to maintain. I couldn't let her down. But, on the other hand, how long would she be willing to put up with it? I was terrified that I would lose her, and now I am even more terrified than I was before. As she drifted off to sleep, I stared at her. She was flawless in every way. What was she doing at the swingers’ club if she wasn’t having sex? You might wonder? People who frequent such establishments do so in order to have sex. Camille never had sex. My first cherry-popping experience, and it had to be with my wife! This is fantastic, to say the least. I never thought I’d ever sleep with a virgin since I couldn’t see one growing up. Each and every person I came across had a wealth of knowledge when it comes to sex. I even thought virgins would be lame, but my wife, Camila Grayston, was the fuckin
~Camila’s POV~As I stood and gazed into the bathroom mirror and watched myself. My sore body was staring back at me. My temples were throbbing with discomfort. I cocked my head to the side. And fuck! I had love bites all over my body, from my neck all the way down to my breast. I’m not going to work with love bites all over my body. There is no way in hell I’m going to work like this. I slid my thighs open and, damn it! Even between my thighs, I had love bites. He marked me everywhere. There is just no way in hell that I will be going to work today. I’m going to call Luke and inform him that I’ll be working from home. I’m hoping I recover in time because my launch is just around the corner. If these hickeys do not fade before my launch, I'm really fucked. Oh, I can always use a makeup artist to cover all these love bites. When I looked in the mirror for the second time, my cheeks flushed, even more, the moment I realized that I had transformed into a lady. I lowered my gaze to my sha
~Camila’s POV~I stood there and watched as the water cascaded down his back. Damn it! He began washing his massive chest. He then stood there as the shower water rinsed him off, staring at my tomato face, while he wore a dreamy smile on his face. In his glorious nudity, he walked up to me and drew me to the streaming water.“Shower.” He mumbled something, and I was still staring at his crotch. That was the same cock with which I used to mock him. The same massive cock I called 'small' now. Well, now I’m swooning because of it. In an attempt to ignore the fact that I was showering with an Apollo, I put on a brave face. When I was done showering, I looked up, he was looking at me with his eyes wide open. He backed me up against the shower glass without warning and crushed his lips with mine, seizing my breast and kissing me forcefully. The movement of his massive hands towards my waist made me bend a little.As his mouth explored my mouth, his hands were doing their own exploring. He g
~Camila’s POV~ My whole body quivered with excitement. “Fuck!” He howled under his breath. “You are so fucking tight!” “Chris!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh, God!” He was rough. The hand that had been on my waist had now moved to my breast, followed by the hand that had been on my throat. In the midst of plunging deep into me, he spanked me so hard that I jumped and came at the same time with a massive scream mixed with a lot of pleasure. "I don't remember ordering you to come for me, Princess." With a swift mode, he pulled out and started darting his tongue at my sex, drinking my juices. He turned me around and began caressing my breasts with his tongue, which remained in his mouth throughout as he plunged deep into me with his finger. He then pressed me against the glass again and devoured me in every way possible from behind. One of his hands slipped away from my breast and spanked my buttocks savagely. I trembled as I reached my peak once
~Christopher’s POV~I took a few steps down the stairwell to meet Mary. The woman was so cunning; it was as though she knew I would come down needing food for Camila. I noticed her spooning porridge into a bowl.“Good morning, Mary,” I stated, and she responded with a smile.“I bid you a pleasant morning, Mr. Grayston.” However, her smile did not make it to her ears. She then put the porridge on a tray and fixed her gaze on me. I was certain she desired to say something. “Mr. Grayson, I understand it’s none of my concern, but I think we need to talk about it,” she said, clearing her throat. I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but then I remembered that she might be able to help me. I clasped her hand in my own.“Follow me," I stated, and she immediately followed. I locked my gaze on her. She was terrified, yet also resolute. “Go on.” As we sat on the couch, I remarked.“I understand Mrs. Grayston is a young lady, but I object to the way you treat her. She’s like a daughter
“Mom, you don’t have to do this just because he said so. I am your son; yes, I have been a victim of my father’s assaults so many times, but I cannot sleep with you. You birthed me.” The woman sat on top of the bed, crying. She felt empty. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She had been forced into this lifestyle, but she never wanted it. Her son wiped her tears and then covered her.“You know he’s going to punish us if he finds out nothing happened in this room.” The woman said this as tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t want to be called all sorts of names. Her husband sent her to sleep with another man, and when he discovered she was pregnant, it was a gain for him. But something died inside her that day.I met with someone who can help us. She is kind; she knows I am a Grayston." The woman’s eyes shot open as she turned her focus to that of her son. “I have been giving her information. All she wants is to meet with you and that you go and testify about father’s wrong
When the man learned that Camila had managed to escape, he sighed with disgust and let out a long sigh. The moment he set eyes on the little girl, he had an instantaneous intuition that she was going to be his downfall. Even though she looked youthful, there was no mistaking the fact that she was not someone to be pushed around. He then turned his attention to the woman sitting on the seat next to him and spat on her.“You were given a simple job. A ridiculously easy task: to fuck Chris till he loses his mind, just like you did the first time you met him, but you failed! “As a display of his annoyance, he spat on the floor while simultaneously throwing a glass on the ground and breaking it. “Do you know how that could expose all of us? Do you have any idea what’s actually at stake here? If you had been good at fucking that boy’s brains out, we wouldn’t be here.” “Mr. Grayston is right, Carmen; what went wrong?” The question was posed by Mr. Cooper to his daughter because he, like th
Christopher Grayston was tired. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so drained. A wife, carrying a child who might be his brother. He was so drunk, and now he had to call Henry to come and check on her since she had fainted. He chuckled to himself. The last time he was this tired, he was probably in his early twenties and had consumed copious amounts of liquor in a Bourbon Street nightclub. He looked at Claudia and thought, “I really don’t have the energy.”He pulled up his phone and called one of his best friends, Henry, to come to his house. Henry was a family doctor, so he was always a phone call away. When Henry arrived, he checked on the woman and told Chris it was just a panic attack and she was going to be fine. Chris looked at the sleeping woman and then at Henry. A tear slipped from his eye, which made Henry wonder why his rude, arrogant friend was crying.“What’s going on, man?”“She’s been fucking Joshua. All this time, I didn’t know. She tricked me; all of this wa
“Well, well, well. Would you look at that? My brother in flash!” Joshua laughed. “You know what’s funny, Chris? What’s funny is that I still fuck her, and yet she’s married to you.” Chris was unable to control his rage; he did not realize when his clenched fists made contact with Joshua’s jaws. His anger was uncontrollable. He tried to control it, but Joshua kept pushing him to his limit.Joshua continued while coughing up blood and asked, “What, did you think that if you married her, she would forget all about me?” Chris had the intention of throwing another punch, but then he turned around and saw that people were still dancing and that no one was paying attention to them.However, if he continues to attack his brother, people may start paying attention to them instead. “You are such a loser; I fucked her even yesterday; she is mine, big cock or not; she left all that big tool for my small one, you know why? What Claudia and I had was real love, and you just couldn’t stand that. You
Chris had the impression that someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over him, which soaked him thoroughly and robbed him of all his strength. Leaving him with a lot of unanswered questions. Questions that could only be answered by his wife. Since Joshua was the first to introduce Claudia to the family, his brother doesn’t believe he didn’t know she was his woman. But the fact of the matter is that Chris wasn’t there, and he was also clueless that his grandfather disapproved of their relationship. Now, not only does he have to deal with a burden, but also a pregnant wife who is almost certainly plotting something. The question that his grandfather had asked him was still running through his thoughts and mind at the same time: “Are you sure it’s yours? Chris, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe a word that comes from that woman you call your wife.” “Am I sure?” He muttered to himself incoherently. He was a disaster in human form. His life had been carefree, and he had never been th
Flashback Christopher Grayston has never been one to settle for less than what he deserves, as evidenced by the fact that he is capable of snagging any lady he desires. He couldn’t take his eyes off the lovely woman who was sound asleep next to him. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he thought about how, throughout his life, women had always been vying for his attention, but he had never been the object of a woman’s ardent affection. He had always treated those who hurled themselves at him with disdain. There was something strange about her that he needed to find out, and he needed to find out as soon as possible. For some reason, he felt like the intimacy might cost him so much. Sure, the woman was a good fuck, but nothing was more important to him than building his own empire. Not even a woman. He was the boss. No one in San Diego challenged him. Especially not a woman. But the woman in his hotel suite right now had approached him and initiated sex. She certainly gave o
As Claudia stood by the window of her hotel room, taking in the fresh air of the new country, a breeze of clean air blew through the space. The hotel exuded a heavenly aroma and had a taste that was reminiscent of luxury. The very same luxury that she is clearly trying to acquire by courting the haughty billionaire.The curving location was surrounded on all sides by tall evergreens and aspens that rustled in the breeze. Each sprig of greenery was pointed in the direction of her room. The thought of starting over was very appealing to Claudia. A new beginning with the younger brother rather than the one who is the eldest. She remained motionless by the pane of glass as she looked around desperately for the man. After what seemed like an eternity, she found the person she was looking for, and she smiled broadly as she did so while humming an upbeat tune. After that, she looked off into the distance. One could say that the hotel had a siren because there were no signs of thunder boomer
Flashback 2 There was absolutely no way that Joshua would have put a woman ahead of what he had labored so hard to achieve. Although he loved Claudia, he did not love her enough to risk his job as CEO for her. He dialed Claudia’s number on his phone, and she answered almost as soon as he did, giving the impression that she had been waiting for his call. The man had just started breathing on the other side of the line. How should one break the news to a woman to whom one has just proposed that one has prioritized one’s career over the other? He expelled a long sigh before beginning to speak. Joshua: It is necessary that we meet.Claudia: Time and place.Joshua: I will text you. Joshua ended the call, texted the woman the location where they needed to meet, and then left almost instantly. When he arrived at the restaurant, all the tables were taken, and it looked like there was a party for a prima donna. When Claudia arrived, she looked gorgeous, but he had to prioritize his work bec
Flashback part 1 A man stood on the balcony and watched as his eldest son brought home a woman, or rather, a girl, that he had been sleeping with for the past years, to his family house. Not to mention that the lady in question just had the steamiest night with him last night. As she smiled innocently, he was convinced she would win the heart of his eldest son. “Just as planned.” He muttered to himself as he walked away from the balcony, holding a cup of coffee. “Honey, Joshua just came back home with a girl. He never brought a girl home; that’s new from him, don’t you think?” The man looked at his annoyingly talkative wife and didn’t answer. The woman was used to his cold way; she then carried on, “Do you think father and mother would approve of the girl Joshua brought home?” She asked as she hugged him from the back. “It doesn’t matter if Father approves or not. If Joshua loves the girl in question, he can go ahead and marry her.” The man said as he broke free from the woman’s em