“Child, please. I’ve been with some of the most powerful men in the world, but guess what? They’re all helpless and willing to do whatever you want when you’re riding those cocks of theirs.” She smiles fondly as if remembering something salaciously dirty and I burst out laughing—a second later, she joins me.
“I always thought the power was in the mouth. You know, blowing them,” I say through my fit of giggles. She shakes her head.
“Real power is owning their hearts along with their cocks, but you won’t own their hearts without taking ownership of what’s between their legs first. Remember, when you do use your mouth, switch it up and suck on their balls. Men, ppfff, easy as pie.” She snaps and kisses me on the cheek. I kind of want to sanitize my cheek, because now I know what Grammy has been up to all of these years.
“Remember, darling girl, I’ve seen love and I’ve seen hate. That man loves you. Let him show you.” Without another word she turns and strides out of the suite, leaving me to just stare after her.
I love my Grammy. She’s a crazy old lady, but I love her. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should give Pete some leeway. I don’t plan on giving him my whole heart. I have to reserve something, because I’m not sure if I believe that he is really in love with me and wants an—us. I still don’t know if he’ll be divorcing me in three years or not.
But my Grammy is right.
Men think with the head between their legs, and maybe some tension relieving sex would be good for me too.
MY HANDS ARE FULL OF Christos takeout as I walk through the front door of the empty apartment. Fuck. I turn tail and go straight to The Plaza. I had hoped that Libby would be back. I had hoped that I’d made a baby-step toward progress, but no such luck. I don’t care how long it takes. I will have her back in our apartment and in my life, completely.
I step off of the elevator and walk toward Libby’s room, almost running over Grammy Lillian. One look into the older woman’s eyes and I physically shrink back. Oh, fuck. Grammy Lillian could shrink the balls of any man on earth, she’s that scary. She also loves Libby fiercely. Her eyes narrow on me and I brace myself as her perfectly manicured hand waves in my direction before she opens her mouth to speak.
“You better not fuck her over, Peter. Her father is a cruel bastard and I’ve known about this stupid contract for seven years. I also know that no hungry kid from the wrong side of town would have turned it down. Now, I didn’t say anything seven years ago, because I thought you would at least treat Libby with more respect than any of the boys that horrible man would have picked for her, but it looks to me like I was wrong. You claim you want things to work between the two of you? Is this just a ploy to finish out the next three years so that you aren’t in breech?”
I gulp and level my gaze on the shrewd, frightening woman.
“You’re right. I was a hungry kid who had a thirst for fame and for the game. Joseph handed me everything I could have ever wanted on a silver platter and I snatched it up without a single thought to anything else. I have been cruel and selfish, but that all changes now. I told him to shove his contract up his ass. He also cut Libby off. I haven’t told her yet,” I say. Admitting it out loud is a bit scary. I have nothing to fall back on but my own talents now. I hope that I can hack it. Grammy Lillian smirks before wrapping her arms around me in a big hug.
“He could cut her off all day long, but I have more money than he does and she’s getting it all. I changed my will last year. Money is no problem, so now you need to focus on your marriage, your work, and making each other happy. If I feel you’re failing, I’ll swoop in and bring my girl home with me without a second thought as to how you feel about that,” she announces. I nod in understanding. She’s still scary, even when she’s being nice.
“If she isn’t happy, then I won’t stop you,” I say, telling her the complete truth.
After the way I’ve treated Libby, she deserves nothing but happiness. Grammy Lillian’s cool hand pats my cheek before she strolls out of the hall and straight toward the elevator without a second glance back at me.
I knock on the door and wait, not-so-patiently, for Libby to let me in, praying that her favorite cheese dish is incentive enough to allow me entrance. The door swings open and I take a deep breath at the sight of my girl. She’s makeup-less, except for a few smudges of mascara under her eyes, her hair is disheveled, and she’s wearing some tight stretchy pants and an oversized tank top. Still, she’s gorgeous.
I slowly walk past her and into the little kitchen to get our food unwrapped. I can feel the weight of Libby’s stare on my back as I prepare her favorite meal. She sighs and I listen to the sound of her bare feet pad away from me and toward her bedroom. I sigh heavily myself as I gather everything, including drinks, and make my way toward her.
I knock lightly on the closed door but don’t wait for her answer. She’s lying in the bed, her back propped up by pillows and her e-Reader in her hand as she chews on her thumbnail in concentration. She looks so young, beautiful, and clean without her mask of perfectly applied makeup covering her face, even if there are a few smudges. I like that she doesn’t look so fucking perfect right now.
I smile and walk over to her, setting her plate of requested Saganaki, steak and wedge salad. I place a glass of sparkling water along with it before walking over to the empty side of the bed to put my own food on the nightstand along with my beer. How I didn’t drop all this shit on the carpet carrying it into the room, I do not know.
I settle my body down into the bed and look over to Libby who hasn’t even moved a muscle, her thumb still firmly placed between her pouty lips. I imagine them wrapped around my cock, working me while her crystal blue eyes stare up at me beneath her long as fuck black lashes. I can’t seem to get that imagined image from my head. I clear my throat in hopes my dick will simmer down. It isn’t likely though.
“Ran into Grammy Lillian on my way up,” I offer, watching as her eyes slide over to me. Other than that, she doesn’t move at all.
“Your food’s right over there, sweetheart.” I motion with a flick of my fingers to her nightstand and chuckle when her eyes go wide at the sight of her Saganaki.
“Thank you, Pete. I haven’t had this in forever.” She offers me a small smirk as she sets her e-Reader down and picks up her plate of food. I smile at the delight in her eyes. Fucking breathtaking.
“You have a good day with the girls and your doctor?” I ask as she slowly chews her food. I can’t help but be mesmerized by her lips. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to suck on them right now.
“It was enlightening. How did you know I had a doctor appointment?”
“You send me your calendar every month. I look at it every day, Libby,” I admit, taking a bite of my food.
“Oh. I didn’t realize you even paid attention,” she mumbles. I turn my head to look at her.
“You’ve always been important to me Libby Baby, even when I was angry as shit at you and at myself. You have always been important to me. I regret so much,” I concede. Fuck, I have been such an asshole.
“We are so fucked up,” she says before she starts to laugh.
I shudder when she bursts out into a fit of laughter. It’s been so long since I have heard her laugh, really laugh, that it makes me ache all over. We finish our meal in silence and I just enjoy sitting next to her, feeling her warmth next to my body. Knowing that the hate I held onto is quickly disappearing, I only see her. My Libby. She moves to pick up her e-Reader, but I grasp it gently and place it on the nightstand next to me. She won’t be reading tonight. Tonight, I am going to give my wife some love. I’m going to show her the only way I know how that she owns me.
“What are you doing, Pete?” Her voice shakes and I can’t help the smile that appears as I trail my fingers from her neck down to the exposed skin of her chest. Fuck, I want those big tits of hers in my hands, and my mouth wrapped around her pretty nipples.
“I’m going to give my wife something I’ve neglected to give her the
past seven years,” I murmur. She gasps when my lips touch her neck and I roll to rest half of my body against her side. I’m careful not to put too much of my weight on her frail frame.
Slowly, I drag my fingers down her arm and then brush her hard nipple with my thumb, over the thin tank she’s got on. Fuck, my cock is hard as nails in just seconds. I close my eyes and try to calm my dick down before I blow my load all over my jeans. My hands slide down her waist and hips, grabbing onto the leggings she’s wearing, and I slowly pull them down her body, baring her before my eyes. Then I rest back on my knees.
“Pete, I thought you wanted to wait?” She gasps, her eyes wide and darting everywhere but at me.
“Look at me, Libby. I want your eyes focused on me. I want you to watch me taste this gorgeous pussy and I want you to look at me when you come. I want to hear you scream my name; I want to feel you grab my hair and make my scalp fucking burn for you,” I exhale, my voice deep and husky.
I watch as her chest heaves those tits of hers, rising and falling, begging to be in my mouth. I can’t help myself. I have to see those naked breasts teasing me from under that flimsy tank. I rip it over her head as her long black hair flies all over the place, landing around her head on the pillow like a fucking black halo. Well, I’m about to dirty this angel of mine.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
“Pete, maybe we should talk…” she stalls. I narrow my eyes at her before ripping my own shirt off and throwing it across the room somewhere.
“Fuck talking. I can’t. I need to taste you. I want to show you just how fucking much you mean to me. The only way I know how to do that is to make you come so many times you pass out from blissful exhaustion. Now, spread those fucking legs, baby.”
Libby spreads her thighs hesitantly—so slowly that I think my cock might actually fucking explode by the time her pussy is in view. She’s completely bare, waxed, smooth and glistening with wetness. I lick my lips in anticipation before I lower myself to her wet cunt. I slide my hands up her calves, knees, and thighs before I settle her legs over my shoulders and gently grasp her hips, yanking her center to my face.
“Pete,” she moans making my whole body tingle with anticipation.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I whisper. Her pretty blue eyes shine down on me—fucking gorgeous.
My tongue snakes out and slides through the length of her entire wet slit and circles around her pretty little clit. Christ, she tastes good—better than I remember—and I’ve replayed our time together plenty over the years. She moans above me and wiggles around for a moment before I stab my tongue inside of her wet cunt.
I feel her shudder and moan again. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I lightly suck, causing her to gasp in surprise. So good. So fucking good. Libby’s hands fly into the overlong, messy strip of hair down the middle of my head; and just as I requested, they tighten, sending a burning sensation all over my scalp, making me moan.
“Oh, fuck, Pete. That feels so good. Yes,” she hisses, drawing out the sound as she rolls and thrusts her hips closer to my mouth. I slide a finger inside of her swollen pussy and release her clit for just a moment, never stopping the slow slide of my finger in and out of her.
“I need you to fuck my mouth, sweetheart. I want you to come all over me,” I growl. She whimpers and nods, sinking her teeth into her plum bottom lip.
Libby doesn’t hesitate a second longer. I swirl my tongue around her clit before nipping it lightly with my teeth, then I draw it in with my lips while I finger fuck my woman, adding a second finger to work her over. She grinds down on me and I groan as her tight wet cunt envelopes my fingers. Fuck she feels so good, I’ll probably come after one thrust into her tight pussy.
I lick, bite, and swirl her sweet clit with my mouth while my fingers thrust in and out of her, curling inside and playing her with all of my damn might. Suddenly, she releases my hair, whimpers, and then latches on again before grinding against my face, hard, and the sweetest sound escapes. She screams my name—like I just fucking murdered her. To be honest, I did. I murdered that sweet pussy. I don’t stop while her cunt sucks my fingers deeper inside, milking them as her body convulses. Her thighs lock my head like a vice holding me to her.
“Holy fucking shit,” she breathes. I take that as my cue to detach, even though I really could get back at it.
I feel like a fucking peacock right now, big as life.
I kiss her belly and make my way toward her fantastic tits. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and lightly tug on the hard bud, causing her hands to fly to my shoulders. It’s my turn to shudder when her nails dig into my back. I press my lips to hers and I pinch and tug on her other nipple.
“Pete, please,” she begs. The sound is so sweet, so soft.
My sweet Libby is here and I love it.
“I wasn’t planning on being inside of you tonight, Libby. This was all for you, to make you happy,” I say as her hands wrap around my cheeks and her thumbs slide over my skin, leaving a hot tingle in their wake.
“You can make me happy by finally making our marriage real, Pete. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow or next month, but I know that until we’re physically together, we’ll never work on the other shit,” she says softly. Part of me thinks this could be a horrible fucking idea and I press my forehead against hers before I reply.
“I don’t have any condoms, sweetheart. I didn’t think we’d be here this quickly.” It fucking kills me to admit this, because I want to slide inside of her tight cunt more than I want to breathe.
“I’m on birth control and there’s been nobody but you, Pete.” I nod at her words.
“I’m tested by the team doctors regularly. I’ve never been with a woman without protection.” It’s as good as admitting to my wife that I fucked around on her. Even though she knows, admitting it like this makes me hate myself just a little bit more.
“Make me your wife again,” she whispers.
I unbutton and slide my pants off as quickly as I can, kicking them along with my boxers to the floor.
In my next breath, I am slowly sliding into my Libby.
I watch as her neck arches, slim and beautiful, while I sink inside of her wet, tight, cunt. She’s so fucking gorgeous, I actually stop breathing until I am fully seated inside of her. She feels better than she did all those years ago. I wrap my hand around the side of her neck and apply a bit of pressure to bring her face down. I want her eyes on me, not the ceiling.
“Open those pretty blue eyes, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice sounding every bit as strangled as my cock feels.
“Pete, please,” she begs.
I slide out slowly, and thrust back inside of her, much harder than I intend, but she doesn’t stop me and I can’t control my own cock.
“Wrap those long legs around me, Libby Baby.” I rear back before filling her again, grinding against her clit. I can’t contain the smile on my lips when she whimpers—fuck, I love that sound.
“Can you take me harder, sweet baby? I don’t want to hurt you,” I ask. Truth is, I’m fucking holding on by a goddamned thread. I’m seconds from fucking her pussy into next week.
“Yes, yes – harder, Pete,” she cries as her nails sink into my lower back. She thrusts her hips up, which snaps what little self-control I have left.
“Brace,” I warn before I pull out and slam back inside of her.
I don’t stop. I fuck her sweet pussy with all of my might. My arms ache from holding my body weight off of her. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but I can’t help myself. She feels so fucking good. Nothing could stop me and I wonder how on God’s green earth I stayed away from her for so long.
Fucking foolish pride.
I move my hand down from her throat to wrap behind her knee and spread her wider for me. Libby doesn’t protest. She gasps and moans, sounding like pure heaven to my ears.
“Come, Libby. Come all over my cock, baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” she screams as I feel her pussy squeeze me
even tighter. I slam in and out of her.
She moans and her body stills, her pussy strangling me to a point of pain, but I don’t stop—I can’t—nothing could make me stop right now. After a few thrusts, I can’t hold myself back and I finally come deep inside of the sweetest cunt I have ever had—my wife’s.
“So good, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing her neck then, finally, her sweet lips.
“Pete,” she sighs.
I feel like a fucking king buried inside of my queen.
PETE IS KISSING MY NECK and my lips alternately, still buried deep inside of me. I don’t even know what just happened—not really. I don’t understand, how after seven years, we are suddenly in bed together.
We had sex. Real sex.
My body stiffens as I think about all of the women he’s been with over the years. Is he going to be going back to them after what we have just done? I don’t know if he’s even capable of being faithful. Maybe he’s like Maggie’s deceased husband¸ Sammy. Maybe he’ll keep all of his girlfriend’s hidden from me and I’ll be completely oblivious. I don’t think I could handle it.
“What just happened?” Pete looks down on me with a furrowed brow.
“I… just… what exactly is this? I mean, what is going to happen now?” I ask, making him smirk as he cradles the back of my head in his palms. He makes no move to slide out of me.
“This is the beginning of us, Libby,” he says, as if it is some kind of explanation.
“Forgive me for being confused, but what exactly do you mean by us? What about the other women?”
Pete blows out a breath as if he is frustrated, but I don’t care. He can be frustrated all day and I’ll still ask the questions I want to know the answers to.
“It means, I stick to the vows I made to you. It means, you’re mine as much as I am yours. Nobody touches me and nobody touches you,” he grinds through his teeth as he pulls out of my body. Stupidly, I wish he would have stayed. I suddenly miss him.
“I don’t know if I want that anymore, Pete. I wasted a lot of years on you and I think I might want my freedom now,” I say.
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