by Mia Madison
“You just don’t know it because you’re too busy telling yourself she’s too good to be true,” Kenny asserted, to which Nick grunted in agreement.
“I just… all I know is that the sex is great. We’re attracted to each other, but romance can get in the way. I don’t know if we can make it work, so I’d rather pay her now, and work it out later.” I shrugged. “What if she decides this is a mistake? What if she gets bored?”
“What if she’s the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to you?” Kenny cut in. “What if she’s the reason it never worked with anyone else? It’s so easy for you to be a victim when you can say, ‘Beautiful women don’t like me, they like my best friends and that’s why I like ugly women.’ But then it’s been years and you’re still single, and even more frustrated because you thought settling would get you the family you wanted.”
He walked towards the glass windows looking out at the city and took in the view. We silently let his words sink in.
Morelli’s text came through with her bank wire information. I texted her that I received it, and would call soon.
Kenny turned and looked at me. There wasn’t any need to ask who I was texting. We all knew Morelli was sending me her info.
“All I’m saying, Dom, is if you’re going to put on a show for your mom, fine. Do it. Marry her. But don’t pretend this will be cut and dry. She’s a woman. She has feelings. She wants what you want.”
“I know.”
“Yeah, but you act like you don’t. She’s crazy because she’s walking into this knowing you plan to divorce her, but she can’t fucking help herself.”
Kenny walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Poking me in the chest, he continued, “She wants you, Dominic Genovese. YOU of all the men on this Earth.”
He stepped back and spread his hands wide as he turned in a circle and said, “As your best friend, I have to tell you the truth. You’d be making the biggest mistake of your life if you’re not willing to give that woman and that marriage a chance to work, money or no money.”
“Marriage?” Raquel appeared in the doorway. “Who’s having trouble getting their marriage to work?” She looked at Nick. “I know it’s not you.” Her eyes narrowed as she stomped toward him.
“Girl, quit playing,” Nick said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You see this ring? This ring cost money, and it’s not even a fraction of the price I paid for my wife’s.”
“Okay…” Raquel stepped back, a light warning in her voice. She looked at the three of us, but then her eyes settled on me and widened as she realized I was the last man standing. “Dom, you’re getting married?”
“I… uh.” I struggled to get the words out.
“Baby, come here, I haven’t seen you all day.” Kenny pulled her close for a kiss. He rubbed her tummy. “Any luck?”
“It’s only been a few weeks.” She giggled as she looked at him lovingly in the eyes. “Give it time.”
Nick and I looked quizzically at them. Kenny caught our glances and cleared his throat. “We’re trying to have a baby.”
“My man!” Nick said, holding up his palm for a high five. “Dilayla’s getting nutted all in as soon as I get home tonight.”
“You are soooo vulgar,” Raquel said, rolling her eyes.
“But she loves it though,” Nick tittered.
“Don’t distract me.” She turned to me again. “Dom…?”
“I asked Morelli to marry me,” I said slowly.
“Congrats!” she said. “Did she say yes? You don’t look so excited.”
“Dom wants to pay her for an arranged marriage.” Kenny gave her an earnest look. Raquel’s eyes bugged in shock as she shook her head. Kenny gently grasped her chin with his fingers and tilted her face up. She began to protest, but he kissed her. “We’ve been talking to him about it, okay?”
“I just want to know why?” she looked at me. “You’re not in any trouble, are you? You’re not about to die or anything?”
“My mother’s really sick. I need to give her grandchildren, and Morelli wants to quit dancing.”
I explained why I thought it would work out, as one hand scratches the other, but Nick added in that we’d had sex, which sent Raquel into a maelstrom of questions.
“Morelli hasn’t gotten laid since forever, Dom. If she had sex with you, then she seriously—I mean seriously—likes you. I don’t think an arranged marriage will work with her. She’s been telling Dilayla and me that she’s ready for a real one since… forever.”
“You heard it straight from the girlfriend’s mouth,” Nick said. “Morelli is accepting this arrangement, but she’s really going to be focused on you.”
“Are you going to give her a chance?” Raquel pressed. “Don’t be your own worst enemy right now. And please, don’t get the girl’s hopes up.”
“I’m not. It’s a paid marriage. An agreement.”
“Dom,” Raquel folded her arms. “This girl is crazy about you. We all saw it at the bachelor party. There ain’t no amount of money on this planet that will make that girl realize it’s just an arrangement with no hopes for survival. You’ve already slept with her. If you cannot tolerate the idea of sleeping with her, making love to her, feeling her wake up on top of you or underneath you, cooking you breakfast… pancakes with maple syrup, scrambled eggs with cheese…”
“Stop!” I said. She was making me salivate, especially at the thought of having Morelli for breakfast, followed by pancakes.
“…Swelling happily as she waddles with your baby in her belly, picking out colors for the nursery, helping you decide on tri-tip steak or paella for dinner… and those anniversary blow jobs? Shit!”
“Anniversary blow job?” Kenny interrupted.
“Mmmhmmm.” Raquel shot him a naughty wink and returned to me. “If you can’t see yourself involved in five years of that, and not even coming remotely close to giving her your heart, just pull the deal off the table. Find another woman to fool with; Morelli is not the one, and I will not be responsible for Dilayla kicking down your door with a butcher knife.”
“She ain’t slashing me either, man.” Nick held his hands up in surrender.
Dom
“Hey, honey.” Morelli smiled as she stepped aside to let me in. “You look tired.”
“I am.”
Drained didn’t begin to describe me. I was so sure of my plan to marry her and have a kid, but listening to Raquel and the guys, I realized I had to tread lightly.
She kissed me on the cheek after locking the door behind me. I noticed there were no lights on, just a couple of candles to add ambience to the apartment.
“Did you get the deposit?”
She nodded in confirmation as she poured herself a glass of wine.
“You want a glass?”
“Water’s fine,” I said.
I’d given Morelli the deposit, fifty thousand wired to her account. But it hadn’t been forty minutes since I’d left the office, and my mind was swirling, pensive about our arrangement.
“I figured you could tell me about your mother, your family, and then perhaps we can develop the story of how we met.” She smiled, taking a sip. She didn’t wear any makeup, save for eyeliner on her waterline, just enough to define her beauty. I found myself lost in those sensual golden pools as I took her in.
I can’t believe she is going to be my wife.
I felt like a lucky bastard and an idiot all at once.
“We met through friends,” I said. “It’s not like we’re lying.”
She nodded in agreement, and set her glass down. Her nimble hands made their way to my collar, and she loosened my shirt buttons. Her eyes coaxed me.
“Dom, tell me about your day…”
She gave me an expectant look. I swallowed before responding.
“It was okay, nothing unusual. I went to the office, ate pizza with the guys. Now I’m here. How was yours?”
“Mine was well. Nothing unusual for me either.” Her voice dropped, slow and seductive.
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My heartbeat picked up as she got to the bottom buttons. My wifebeater was now fully exposed, with my tubby belly right along underneath. I felt so self-conscious, but when she leaned in, kissed my cheek, and laid her head on my shoulder, I relaxed a little.
She began to rub my tummy in slow circles, ultimately making me groan and relax. Nobody ever rubbed my tummy, except my mother when I was a kid screaming from a nightmare.
“That feels… so good,” I groaned, a deep breath of relaxation flooding my system. “It’s been so long.”
“Since you’ve had your tummy rubbed?”
“Yeah, only my mom did that.”
“Is it okay… if I do that?”
“Yeah, it feels great.” I floated in the feeling, warm, yummy tendrils of pleasure shooting through my body. I was aroused, but not into an erection. This was sensual without being erotic.
“Good. I just want you to relax. You deserve to, after the long day you’ve had.”
“It wasn’t that long.”
“You still have a lot going on, babe.”
“I—”
“Don’t do this.” She continued rubbing but her tone tightened a little.
“Do what?”
“You have a problem receiving pleasure, being pampered.” A small guttural noise followed, one that let me know she was frustrated by my behavior. “If we’re going to be married, you have to relax and allow me to please you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“I spoke to the guys today, and Raquel,” I confessed, looking at her guiltily. “They know what happened.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“And how would you do that?”
“Because you know I’ll want a divorce once this is over.”
She looked at me, her eyes unreadable as the tender caresses came to a stop.
“Dom, I know I’m not the woman you envisioned yourself with. And I know this is not the most romantic of circumstances. Do I like you? Yes, fuck yes. Do I want a real chance with you? Hell yes. But have I accepted that this is what it is, and this is the best you’re capable of giving me?”
She paused, looked me in the eye and I averted my gaze to look at the wall. Words failed me at the moment.
“The answer is yes, I have,” she continued. She turned my face, cupping my cheeks so that I could look at her. “But I’ve decided that I’d rather have you like this—all to myself even if you’re emotionally unavailable to me—than to have a wonderful relationship with someone else.”
I gasped. A chill went down my spine.
“Why?” I asked. “You can have any man on this planet.”
“But I want you. I know who you are. I know the man that’s really inside you. You’re a strong, devoted, loving man. You’re capable of giving a woman the strength and security she needs.”
Her voice melted into a croon as she straddled me, sitting perfectly on my cock, which now started to wake up.
“I’ve given the fantasy to countless men,” she said, stirring on my cock with slow, syrupy circles. “But you’re the only man I want to experience the reality with. I want to wake you up with morning blow jobs and cook breakfast. I want to wash your dirty underwear and socks. I want to cook and clean for you and our children. And I would love to be your personal love slave, porn star, and cum dumpster.”
My cock bulged, thickening to life with her words, which were further accented by the desire and need in her voice, and the desperate vulnerability in her eyes. They pleaded for me, and as I looked down her body, I noticed how hard her nipples were.
I wanted to touch her, but I was afraid. She was being open and vulnerable to me, telling me everything a man wanted to hear. I’ve waited so long to hear a woman say those words.
“I want to be everything you need, everything you didn’t even know you’ve been missing,” she begged, making my dick hard.
“I’m terrified,” I whisper. “I’m attracted to you, but I’m terrified. You’re so beautiful, and I’m fucking damaged. I’m scared I have no idea how to even love a woman like you. I’m so used to being kicked to the side, I just figured it’d be easy to pay for what I wanted and figure it out later.”
I told her what Kenny, Nick, and Raquel said about not leading her on or breaking her heart. I told her about how I didn’t realize this could have effects down the line.
“I just… I don’t want you to do something you may regret,” I said, concerned and insecure. “That’s why I said I was okay with you having a secret affair.”
“Look me in the eye with a straight face and tell me you have no problem with another man inside my pussy?”
Her voice was haughty, challenging. Nerves fluttered in my belly. I tried to still myself, think logically about what she said, but instead I became enraged.
“Fuck no.”
My face burned with anger, and my fist balled so hard it shook. Before I knew it, I reached out and grabbed the back of her head, kissing her intensely.
I shoved my tongue inside her mouth, and maneuvered to free my angry cock. It was so pissed at the idea, it flared, demanding to be inside of her.
I sat up enough, picked her up, and lay her on the couch. Pushing one of her long legs up, I got it to an angle where I could see her perfect snatch, waxed for my pleasure. The lips were pink, wet, and glistening.
“You are dripping wet.”
“For you.”
I plunged inside and cried out like a wolf, howling from the depths of my bowels. She cried out in desire as I fucked her, my dick rock hard with scalding jealousy.
“Nobody gets this pussy,” I grit. “It’s mine.” I growled in her ear. “Tell me it’s my pussy.”
“Daddy, it’s your pussy,” she cooed, eyes tight from desire. “It’s all your pussy.”
“Good.” I pulled out, my cock still rock hard, but dripping wet with her juices. Jealousy and desire filled my tone and my glance as I looked her in those sexy honey eyes, half-mast with pleasure, and declared.
“This is my pussy. You have no idea how insane you drove me when that asshole tasted you. It was my fault, but not anymore.”
“Dom—”
“Hush. I’m sinking my tongue into your sweet flesh, licking you until you can’t fucking stand it. You’re going to scream while I make you cum on my tongue.”
A flickering crescendo of feminine gasps, sighs, moans, and cries filled the air as I tasted her. Just as I suspected, Morelli tasted heavenly. Wet, creamy, salty-sweet flavor cascaded over my taste buds, a mélange of sex and surrender.
Once she wrapped one of those delicious legs over my shoulder, I held it firmly as I feasted, until she came in a hard release. I slurped up as much as possible, but then my cock went on red alert to make its way back into her tight, pink cunt.
An endless torrent of thrusts filled the room with the sound of sex. I pounded her hard and tight, my balls bouncing off her body and adding a delicious sting to our fucking.
Morelli moaned out, and became part of everything good in my world. I could feel how easily she gave herself, mind, body, and soul to me, and I treasured it.
“I love how soft you feel, baby,” I moaned. “I can’t believe how good this pussy feels.”
“Just take it, baby. It’s all yours, daddy,” she said. “Just promise to let me please you… Promise.”
“I promise,” I said, my toes curling in pleasure.
She coaxed me until I came, spurting every ounce of my nut from me. When I finally pulled out, spent, I was surprised to see my shaft still twitching.
Maybe we weren’t perfect. But this felt like heaven on Earth.
Morelli
Just days after quitting the strip club, Dom and I were on our way to Destin. It was his fortieth birthday, and we were going to meet his mother, sister, and brother, plus his nieces and nephews.
The flight was peaceful enough, but getting off the plane set off a wave of nervousness. I
was meeting my mother-in-law for the first time. Even if this weren’t a paid arrangement, this was still the first time I’d ever met a man’s mother, and I wanted to make a good impression.
After securing our rental, Dom placed our bags in the trunk and opened the door for me. I placed a small, yet desirous kiss on his lips, which he warmly leaned into.
“I love you.”
A lazy smile spread on his face, and his cheeks blushed. We were practicing being an affectionate, loving couple, however Dom wasn’t ready to say those three words yet. I could, because something about him made it so easy. And to be honest, I did love him.
Surrendering my heart wasn’t something I thought I’d do anytime soon, but the more we were alone, the easier it became. It seemed a little instant, but Dom really was everything I wanted in a man. The only problem was, well, he wasn’t convinced I was everything for him.
Yet and still, after talking to Dilayla, I embraced my instant love for this man, and the fact that the more we were together, the more easily I opened myself up to him.
Destin was a small party - military town positioned on Florida’s Emerald Coast. The beaches had beautiful emerald green waters, and fine, soft, white sand. It definitely wasn’t a party city like Miami, but it was relaxing, majestic, and enchanting all the same.
“This place is so beautiful,” I said. “Do you think we’ll have any time to go to the beach?”
“Possibly,” Dom said. “I wouldn’t mind taking my nieces and nephews. We might also go for a family day.”
I nodded.
“Do you remember our story?” he asked, eyes focused on the road. I nodded, because it was rehearsed several times.
“We met through Kenny and Nick, because they married my best friends. We’ve been dating for several weeks, but we’re really in sync with each other, and want the same things: family, travel, and simple pleasures.”
“And your job?”
“I’m a web designer.”
His brows were knitted with his familiar, anxious expression, but he nodded in satisfaction. If we weren’t so close to his family, I would have slid my head in his lap to calm him down. I shook my head at the freaky thoughts in my head. I didn’t need to smear any of my makeup, especially in this expensive maxi dress he purchased.