by V Vee
“You once again made a decision for our family, for us, for me without talking with me first. Just like you did with keeping us a secret for fourteen years. Denying us, denying me, denying our children,” she told him exhaustedly.
Algerone shook his head. “I have never denied you. No one thought to ask me, so there was no one to deny you to, not that I ever would. I kept you all a secret, yet, but it’s something I have apologized for. Over and over again. I thought you accepted my apology. Why are we talking about this again?”
Valerie jerked back, bringing one hand up to her chest, and the other coming up in a clench next to her face as her jaw dropped. She placed both hands on her chest and leaned forward to touch Algerone’s fist that rested on the table.
“Oh I’m sorry. You’ve apologized repeatedly but only just made it right. How foolish of me to not just drop fourteen years of a secret marriage and having my children feel as if their father didn’t want them. Having myself feel that way. I should just forgive you and move on. Even though I wanted you to come forward repeatedly, to put us all out of our misery, but no, you decided the time wasn’t right. You decided to wait fourteen-fucking-years to do the right thing and make the right decision that I’d been trying to get you to make for almost the entirety of our marriage. And even when your delaying, your stalling, your omission of facts led your parents to arrange a marriage for you with a woman who was not me, your actual wife, you’re still wondering why I have the audacity to want you to speak to me first before you make any kind of goddamn decision?” Valerie hadn’t raised her voice, but she could tell the emotion, the anger, and the sadness, the disappointment was heard and felt in her words. Algerone jerked with her every point as if he were being shot.
She pushed back her chair and placed her napkin on the table. She yanked her hand away from Algerone when he tried to take her hand.
“If you all will excuse me, I need to go to the restroom,” she said. Then without another word, she turned and walked away.
Chapter Twenty-One
T he table was silent after Valerie stormed off and Algerone could feel his face flaming with embarrassment, disappointment in himself, and anger. Also, surprisingly, desire for his wife. Wiping his mouth with his napkin, Algerone barely glanced around at his family. “If you will excuse me, I think my wife and I need to have a talk,” he said, rising from his chair and heading toward the bathroom.
“Al, man, give her a minute alone,” Augustus said.
Algerone didn’t respond, merely headed in the same direction, Valerie had gone. His brother didn’t understand, he wasn’t married yet and had never been in a serious relationship. None of his brothers had been. Algerone and Valerie had to settle this issue between them now, before it festered even more and tore them apart.
He stopped in the hallway outside the restrooms and wondered if he should go inside or wait for Valerie to come out. They had the restaurant to themselves besides the staff, he was certain he would find her alone. Having made up his mind, Algerone pushed opened the door and stepped inside. His gaze took in the sitting room where a few couches, two coffee tables, two “breastfeeding” chairs, and three different changing stations decorated the inside. He barely restrained the whistle that wanted to come out. Women’s restrooms were way nicer than men’s in America. The same layout could be found in Malvidence, but in both the male and female restrooms. Perhaps because men also assisted in the care of children.
Shaking his head at his wandering thoughts, Algerone walked through to where the bathroom stalls and sinks were located. He checked to make sure there were no other women, before heading to the last stall where he heard his wife mumbling to herself.
“…don’t know who he thinks I am. I’m a strong black woman living in America. Raising his kids on my own. I don’t need anyone making my decisions for me…Overgrown asshole. Alpha.” She grunted. “I’m my own alpha. Don’t need another one in my life. Go back to Malvidence then.” Her mutterings continued.
“Is that really what you want?” he asked softly.
He grinned when he heard Valerie let out a tiny yelp.
“Algie! What the fuck are you doing in the women’s bathroom?” she demanded.
Algerone came to a stop directly outside of the stall where he could now see Valerie sitting on the toilet through the crack in the doorway.
“I came so that we can talk. You know, in private, like reasonable adults,” he told her.
“Are you saying I wasn’t being a reasonable adult just a few minutes ago?” Valerie asked.
Algerone scoffed. “Do you think you were?”
“Yes.”
“No,” Algerone shook his head even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “you were behaving like a brat, just now.” He knew he was treading on thin ice, and that Valerie would no doubt ream him out for saying so, but he had to do something to get her to open the door. Right now, all Val was operating on and could comprehend, or process, was her own anger, so he decided to poke the bear—as the American saying went—and get her to talk to, or yell at, him face-to-face.
And right on schedule, Valerie swung open the stall door and glared at him. “A. Brat?” she hissed at him. “Did you just call me a brat?”
Algerone grinned at her before pressing his way inside. “No, I said you were behaving like one, which you were.”
“Fuck. You,” Valerie snarled.
Algerone pressed his very angry, very beautiful wife against the wall, rapping her head between his hands. He looked down at her and shook his head. “Val, Val, Val, we have argued about this, I have apologized, and apologized, and apologized, and now I am making things right. You said you forgave me, you can’t go back on that.”
Valerie narrowed her eyes at him, placed her hands on her hips, and with much attitude said, “I am a woman, I can do whatever the fuck I want to,” complete with eye roll and her head moving back and forth in a swirling motion. Algerone found her so damn attractive in that moment that he wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless. So, he did.
He lowered his head and took Valerie’s lips in a possessive and demanding kiss. She resisted him for just a moment before with a moan, she sank into him, lifting her hands to grip his hair in a harsh hold. Algerone tangled his tongue with hers, before trailing his lips down over her chin, to her neck, behind her ear, and to her shoulders.
“Do you want me to beg for your forgiveness?” he asked in a low voice, his desire for her causing his cock to grow thick and leak precum in his trousers. “Because I will,” he said as he sank to his knees is front of her.
“Algerone, what are you doing?” Valerie panted out.
“I’m begging for your forgiveness,” he told her, his lips pressed against her center through her dress.
“W-we can’t do this here. Our family is sitting outside and we’re in a restaurant, and—” her words trailed off as Algerone gripped the hem of her dress and lifted it up to just below her breasts and he pressed a hot kiss directly on her mound.
Algerone groaned as the smell of Valerie’s arousal hit his nostrils. “god, you smell so good,” he told her. “I’m going to enjoy apologizing to you, this way.” He leaned forward and licked at the damp fabric of Valerie’s red silk underwear, from the center of her slit up to her swollen clit. Spreading his fingers over the darkened material, to pull it taut over her center, he placed his mouth over her swollen nub and sucked it into his lips, flickering her arousal button with his tongue.
“Fuck, this pussy taste good,” he said roughly. “I think I need to remind you of whose pussy this is.”
He reached up and tugged down her panties, drawing them slowly down her legs, placing kisses on her hipbones, then down the length of her stockinged legs. What he’d thought were stockings, were actually thigh highs and Algerone’s dick jerked in his pants. He lifted one of her legs, pulling the panties from over her foot, then pressed a kiss to her ankle. He put down her left foot then turned to her right leg to give it the same treatme
nt. He could taste the sweetness of Valerie’s skin, even through the sheer fabric of her thigh highs.
Once he’d removed her panties, and placed them in his back pants’ pocket, Algerone gripped Valerie’s left leg and placed it over his shoulder as he moved closer to her leaking center. He licked his lips, then kissed Valerie’s slit, snaking his tongue out to capture the juices that leaked from within. He glanced up to find Valerie’s eyes on him, her arms outstretched and hands pressed against the tile wall.
He winked at her, before spreading open the lips of her pussy and applying himself enthusiastically to her pleasure. He sucked and licked at the petals of Valerie’s swollen and wet flower, making her gasp and moan, her juices spilling out into his awaiting mouth, and down his chin. Algerone refused to let too much of his wife’s sweetness go to waste so he opened his mouth and sucked, tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue. He growled as Valerie moved her hips away from his mouth.
“Uh-uh,” he tsked. “Give me back my meal,” he told her, one hand gripping her hips, the other, keeping the lips of her pussy open for him. He moved up and down the inside of her wet flesh, pressing his tongue deep inside, groaning when he felt Valerie’s silky walls tighten. Her essence coated the surface of his tongue, before sliding down his throat, both quenching his thirst, and making him desperate for more.
He feasted on her as Valerie’s hips began to gyrate on his face, her breathing heavy as she gasped out his name. He slurped at her moisture, his hands helping to lift and lower her hips as he fucked her entrance.
“Algie, please,” Valerie pleaded with him.
“Please what?” he asked her, keeping his mouth on her sex as he spoke.
“F-fuck!,” Valerie hissed. “Please, more, I need you.”
Algerone swirled his tongue over her clit and lifting his hand from her hip, he slid two fingers deep inside of her tight heat. Shit, she was tight. He wasn’t sure how it was possible after five children, but it was like sliding inside of her for the first time.
“You are so tight,” he growled. “How is that possible?”
Valerie panted as he thrust his fingers deep and fast within her, twisting them and dragging the tips along her G-spot. “K-Keigels,” she confessed.
Algerone lapped at Valerie’s juices and moaned. “thank god for Keigels.” He pushed his fingers harder in her core, her pussy drenching his face as her folds tightened on his wide fingers and his sucking kisses at her heat. Valerie’s body shook above him as her body quaked with the force of her first orgasm. Algerone wasn’t done with her, however. He ignored her hands gripping his hair and trying to tug him away from her weeping triangle. He wanted more. He ached to feel her wet flesh surrounding his weeping shaft, but he wouldn’t take her until his thirst was quenched.
“Algie,” Valerie whimpered.
Algerone ignored her pleas and whines for him to take her, instead focusing on the succulent feast of her flesh. His mouth watered as he continued to suck, lick, and flick his tongue in and along her slit. Her slickness flowed into his mouth and Algerone drank it happily. He groaned, he was so hungry for her, he wasn’t sure what Valerie ate that made her taste so delicious, but he was glad she did, as he skimmed his lips throughout her wetness, enjoying the way she shifted and ground her sweet pussy on his face. He pumped his fingers in and out of her as her breathing sped up, letting him know that her second orgasm was fast approaching.
“Algie!” Valerie gasped and with her fingers in his hair, pressed his face closer to her center.
Algerone chuckled darkly. His dick was so hard he felt as if he could easily pound through the tiled walls of the bathroom. He desperately need to plunge his shaft deep inside his wife’s softness. When Valerie tilted her head back and chanted his name he knew it was time. He slowly pressed a finger into the tight hole of her ass.
Valerie released a low wail as her juices squirt into Algerone’s waiting mouth. Her body trembled, and Algerone held her lower half, swiping his tongue along her slit, to collect all of her essence. When she’d finally grown still, her panting loud in the empty bathroom, Algerone rose to his feet, lowering his head and taking her lips in a punishing kiss, as his fingers quickly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He shoved them down along with his boxer briefs. Gripping Valerie’s ass, he squeezed the full globes, before landing a sound smack to one cheek.
“Up,” he commanded.
Valerie placed her hands on his shoulders and as he lifted her, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Algerone held the base of his shaft in a tight grip to stop himself from cumming at mere sight of Valerie’s bare mound pressed against his stomach. He lined himself up with her drenched entrance and slowly filled her walls with his hardened shaft. Once Valerie’s ass rested on his pelvis, having slid as deep as he could get in this angle, Algerone paused for a moment to give them both time to adjust.
“Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good. I want to stay inside of you forever,” he told her, his head resting in the curve of her neck and shoulder.
“Move,” Valerie demanded.
Algerone chuckled and moved his hips back, sliding his cock through her tightness, until only the head remained, before plunging back in. He grit his teeth as Valerie’s sex tightened on him, as if trying to suck him inside and keep him there. Slowly, back and forth, Algerone pumped and pushed his stiff rod through her folds, sinking deep inside of her body, her slick juices easing his way. He moved harder and faster within her. His hands tight on her hips, lifting and lowering her.
The sweaty, slick sounds of their bodies colliding and separating, provided a enticing melody to their panting breaths, curses, and groans. Algerone reached down between their bodies and rubbed Valerie’s swollen nub as he leaned down to place sucking kisses on her shoulder and neck, before nibbling at her throat. He fucked her harder, grinding her sex down on his arousal.
“Oh, oh, Algie!” Valerie cried out. “Yes! Fuck me!”
Algerone spread his legs and pounded up into Valerie’s pussy as if his life depended on it, and in that moment he felt as if fit did. Though they’d been intimate just days before, it felt as if it were the very first time. He licked at the sweat trailing down Valerie’s temple as she met his every thrust, her arms and legs pressing him closer, deeper. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently before licking at the abused flesh.
“Shit, yes, ride this cock, my love,” Algerone growled as writhed and bounced on his dick.
“Algie, I need it!” Valerie pleaded.
“What do you need, baby?” Algerone asked her as he rocked inside of her, before pulling out and plunging back in.
“You! I need you,” Valerie whimpered.
“You have me, forever, love. Miora ruga tland fersa goexel vray,” he promised her.
“I love you,” Valerie whispered as her pussy walls tightened on his cock, her body trembling in his arms.
“I. Love. You. Too,” Algerone panted out as his manhood swelled within her, his seed jetting deep inside her, pulsing against her womb.
He sank down to the floor, still holding onto her, his face buried in her neck, his body humming from the force of his orgasm. He squeezed her tighter to his body, whispering words of love to her, as tears flowed down his cheeks.
Chapter Twenty-Two
V alerie was thankful for her dark brown skin tone as she and Algerone returned to the table from their make-up session in the restroom. After Algerone’s spectacular orgasm where Valerie had been certain that if it were possible, she would have gotten pregnant again from the force of his seed spurting inside of her, they’d spent long moments simply kissing. Valerie allowed Algerone to apologize—just one more time for good measure—before she told him that was it and she’d forgiven him. When Valerie informed him that she was still hungry, they’d finally cleaned up, fixed their attire, and rose from the couch in the sitting room where they’d retreated.
They were a completely couple returning from the bathroom, than they’d been when they�
�d both stormed inside of it. The all-knowing gazes from her family and his brothers had Valerie’s face flushing hot, and she was sure there were spots of dark red or purple showing on her cheeks. She smiled up at Algerone as he pulled out her seat for her, and placed her napkin on her lap.
“We reordered you both what you had before so that it was fresh, and added a burger and fries, just in case,” Lorraine said with a small smile on her face.
“Thank you Mama,” Valerie said turning her focus to her meal.
“You’re welcome, honey,” Lorraine responded. There was absolute silence at the table after that, the children now eating and enjoying dessert, or playing on their tablets. Valerie refused to make eye contact with anyone, so great was her embarrassment. She merely applied herself to eating her burger and fries, which while still delicious, did not have the same affect on her tastebuds as the first one she’d attempted to eat.
“Sooo… you guys have a nice conversation?” Alfie asked after the silence had stretched on for a long while.
“Yes we did,” Algerone replied with no emotion or hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Valerie swung her eyes over to her brother-in-law in surprise, her jaw dropping. The youngest prince merely winked at her. She shook her head, then deciding to not let her husband’s brothers get the better of her, to show she could fit in, she simply shrugged.
“It was a good talk, I agree,” she smiled at her husband, then turned to Alfie with a smirk. “But we’ll definitely have to have that conversation again and again and again, just to make sure that we both get our points across and are both heard satisfactorily.”
Alfie’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping for a moment, before his lips spread up into a smile and he burst into laughter.
“Well-matched, sister,” Alfie said through a chuckle. The rest of the adults at the table gave into sounds of amusement as well and soon the disagreement between the royal couple was forgotten as the two separate families got to know each other better.