“Fuck, you’re so big,” she breathed as she settled onto Devon and felt every inch of his big dick filling her. While the movie played silently on the projection screen, Eva began moving her hips rhythmically as his cock slid in and out of her. She hadn’t felt the touch of a man in over a year, and he felt so good inside of her that within seconds an intense orgasm rocked her body. The room filled with her cries of pleasure mixed with his focused coital grunts. Their bodies rocked in unison, their faces twisted in concentration and lust as they joined together in impassioned copulation. With his hands still clenching her bare ass, Devon used his strong arms to lift Eva up and down, his shaft plunging in and out of her as her full yet perky breasts bounced in front of his face. He took one in his mouth, sucking a hard nipple as she continued to ride him. He sat back in his seat, causing it to recline slightly, and she gripped the headrest with each hand as she leaned over him with her hips gyrating into his.
Devon controlled their motion as Eva grinded into his lap, taking his cock deep inside of her and covering it with her warm fluids. She could feel his width pressing against her vaginal walls as he repeatedly slammed into her, and it wasn’t long before she climaxed for a second time, followed by a third. Devon’s lap was drenched with her cum, and she knew by his hurried breathing that he couldn’t hold out much longer, either. Sliding him out of her and feeling a hollowness inside of her in the process, she dropped to her knees in front of his seat and took his erect shaft in her hand. It was slick with her dripping liquids, and the natural lube helped her hands glide over his cock with ease as she jerked him.
“Cum for me, baby,” she pleaded seductively as she stroked him. He sat upright in his seat and his left hand gripped her shoulder tightly as he took over the reins with his right, grabbing his stiff dick and tugging himself to climax. He let out a loud bellow as the orgasm shook his body, his warm seed shooting out in thick streams and painting her naked breasts as she knelt before him. She was taken aback by the massive load, his cum spraying like a hose until her body was all but covered with his mess. Her torso was coated in his release, and even her thighs didn’t escape his explosion. He’d drained every ounce of his balls on her, and she looked at him with a sense of accomplishment as he sank back into his seat and fought to regain his breath. His muscular chest heaved and beads of sweat highlighted his brow as he panted, his cock returning to its normal yet still impressive size. He watched her with a satisfied gaze as she remained kneeling before him, taking in the beauty of her dark skin as it gleamed with his spent load.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he commented while panting heavily.
“I don’t know about that, but I’m definitely messy,” she joked while motioning to her body.
“I’ll get you a towel as soon as I can walk again,” he chuckled, flipping the outer armrest back down so he could brace his spent body on it.
“How is it I’m completely naked yet you still have your damn clothes on?” Eva pointed out with a smile while playfully tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt.
“Shit, you’re right. So not fair,” he replied while sitting up and pulling his shirt off. She fell silent in awe as he revealed his muscular body for the first time, his wide back working in conjunction with his powerful arms to free himself of his prized Star Wars t-shirt. “Here,” he said tenderly while handing her the shirt. “Use this.”
“Are you sure?” she asked with hesitation.
“Babe, you could use the U.S. Constitution right now for all I care,” he quipped as he fell back into his seat. Eva laughed so hard she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand as she held onto his shirt.
“You’re so dumb,” she teased as she began wiping away his cum. The room darkened as the movie’s credits began to roll, and Devon extended a strong hand to Eva. Tossing the messy shirt aside, she took his hand and followed him obediently.
“Come with me,” he said, guiding her out of the room. She protested at the theater’s exit, worried their indecency would be spotted, but he assured her the colonial mansion was empty. The only person on the grounds, he reminded her, was his on-call driver who resided in the guest house recessed some two hundred yards from the estate.
“Where are we going?” Eva asked curiously as he led her through the giant, almost intimidating home. She followed behind him completely naked while he walked with his jeans unbuttoned, his rugged upper body making her feel protected and safe.
Heading upstairs to the master bedroom she’d briefly seen during her tour earlier in the night, he brought her into its opulent bathroom and gestured towards the large marble shower stall that was equipped with “his and hers” showerheads. Devon kicked his jeans off and leaned into the stall to start the dual-action shower running. Eva could feel how quickly the water heated up; a stark contrast from the worn-out water heater in her crumby apartment. He held open the stall’s glass door for her to step inside and followed her in, standing behind her and massaging her shoulders gently as the warm water rained down on them. There was no post-coital awkwardness in their banter as they rinsed the sex off of them, and they hadn’t even finished toweling dry before finding themselves on the master bedroom’s four-post king size bed.
Over the next three hours they made love two more times, and by the second round Eva no longer cared if Devon emptied his seed inside of her. She was so smitten by this handsome, charming man that her better judgment had flown out the window hours earlier and protection had taken a back seat to feeling him inside of her. During his refractory period, as they cuddled while regaining their breath and strength, they confessed their dreams and secrets to each other. Eva expressed to Devon the importance a simple life meant to her, and vocalized her concern for their differing lifestyles. They’d shared similar backgrounds, that much was true, but she worried that the wealth he’d accrued would make a relationship between them impossible. He offered his reassurance, promising her that money hadn’t changed who he was inside, and asked that Eva at least give a life with him a shot. As she lay with her head on his chest and listened to his soothing voice, she couldn’t help but feel conflicted. She’d been raised with a certain set of ideals, and she wasn’t sure if she could change those for anyone, no matter how perfect they appeared to be.
As desperately as she wanted to spend the night, Eva had Devon summon his driver around three in the morning so she could head home and check on Burley. As enchanting as her new wealthy lover was, she’d never allow herself to become so preoccupied she’d forget about her furry best friend. Devon accompanied her on the ride home, refusing to take no for an answer, and sat with a strong arm wrapped around her the entire way. Arriving back at her building, he again walked her to her front door which proved his chivalry was not just a ruse to get her into bed. He’d already had her, yet was still as gentlemanly as ever and that alleviated any doubts she may have had regarding their sexual tryst at his estate. After a long kiss goodnight, he promised he’d text her the following morning and she watched his town car speed off with him in tow.
Upstairs, Burley greeted her with enthusiasm, happy to have her home yet curious why his two-legged friend had arrived home so late. She brought him down to the building’s small lawn so he could do his business, then made her way back to her apartment to get some much-needed rest. It had a been a long day, and after a year of no sex her loins ached from Devon’s touch. She did feel a pang of regret for not using protection and putting herself in a position to wind up like the girls she grew up with. The majority of them had put their trust in the wrong men and ended up single mothers in the process. She didn’t want to wind up a statistic and made a mental note to swing by her local pharmacy to pick up a morning after pill when she awoke.
She was asleep within minutes, Burley on the floor by her side, and in her slumber her mind returned to the same recurring dream she’d been having for months. It was her wedding day, only this time she didn’t wake before her mysterious groom turned his head. Her husband’s face was finally revealed
to her, and it was none other than Devon Cross himself.
Chapter Six
Over the next four weeks the two were inseparable, with Eva and Burley both spending their weekends at Devon’s estate at his insistence. During the week, he’d have his driver deliver him at her place where he’d occasionally spend the night in her modest apartment. She welcomed him there, and he actually seemed to enjoy her simple home. He joked about preferring her ramshackle building over his colonial mansion because he didn’t have to worry about getting lost, and he adored spending time with Burley. Despite her protests, he’d bought her a small used car so she wouldn’t have to rely on the city’s public transportation to make it to and from Bon Appétit. On mornings when Eva was scheduled for the breakfast shift, Devon would time it so his driver was picking him up just as she was climbing into her pre-owned Ford Focus to head into work. He’d had his eye on a used BMW, but Eva refused and it was all he could do to get her into the Ford. She’d only accepted it under the condition he’d be paid back, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Yes, things were perfect over those beginning four weeks. Almost too perfect, the skeptic in Eva reminded her, and she found herself waiting for the other shoe to drop. She’d allowed Devon into the fortress she’d built up around her heart, yet a nagging doubt that lingered in the back of her mind always threatened to push him back out. Destiny was ecstatic by her friend’s new relationship, of course, and had made the journey into Eva’s seedy neighborhood one evening just to meet the billionaire.
“He’s so hot!” she’d silently mouthed to Eva while fanning her face with a hand. Destiny had always been an unintentional flirt, so Eva wasn’t too surprised when she started making eyes at the man whose looks were as impressive as his bank account. Her friend didn’t mean any harm by it, she just craved attention, and Devon had dismissively laughed off her advances.
At the end of the fourth week, Eva’s world came crashing down around her. The moment she’d been subconsciously waiting for finally arrived, and the fairytale she’d been living came to a screeching halt. As had grown customary, her and Burley had used her new set of wheels to venture across town to Devon’s estate where they’d be spending their weekend. Knowing he’d be stuck at a business meeting until early evening, Devon had given Eva the key code to the estate’s security system and invited her to let herself in. He wanted her there when he arrived home, he told her sweetly, and she jumped at the chance to spend a few hours alone with Burley and a good book by the luxurious Grecian pool.
She had just walked through the front door with Burley’s leash in one hand and her bag of weekend supplies in the other when she heard her phone ringing from the front pocket of her jeans. Setting her bag down in the foyer, she fished it from her pocket and let Burley loose to sniff his way around the room. A quick glance at the LCD screen revealed that it was Destiny calling, and she answered it with curious enthusiasm. Her friend typically didn’t call this early on a Saturday.
“Hey, what’s up?” Eva answered as she took in the familiar décor of the estate’s entryway.
“You’re not going to believe this,” her friend replied, the tone of her voice immediately alarming Eva.
“What are you talking about?” Eva asked in concern.
“Okay, don’t be mad, but work’s really slow today so I decided to randomly Google people’s names. You know, to pass the time,” Destiny explained.
“And?” Eva questioned with obvious worry.
“I searched my name, yours… everyone’s,” Destiny went on.
“And?” Eva was now irritated and impatient, her mind and pulse racing as Destiny continued.
“The last name I searched was Devon’s. I know, I know… I shouldn’t have done it,” Destiny replied apologetically.
“And?” Eva asked for a third time, panic creeping over her body as she stood frozen in the foyer.
“I didn’t find much, but there was an article from a few years ago I—”
“What did it say?” Eva interrupted with her heart thudding in her chest.
“It says… It says he’s married,” Destiny muttered, as if she were afraid to speak the words.
“Are you sure it’s him? Probably more than one Devon Cross in the world, you know,” Eva shot back defensively.
“I’m looking at the article right now,” Destiny replied. “There’s a picture of him holding hands with some blonde woman. Looks like they were at some banquet. Anyway, yeah, the caption says it’s his wife. There‘s even a link to some business website that also mentions he‘s married… and that one was updated recently.”
“What the fuck?” was all Eva could say as she used her free hand to brace herself against the wall. She felt lightheaded, almost faint, and her eyes darted back and forth as she struggled to process what she was hearing. She’d spent nearly an entire month with Devon, yet he’d made no mention of being married.
“You really need a smartphone, girl. Are you by your laptop? I’ll send you the link to this article right now,” Destiny offered. There was a long pause as Eva fought to digest this devastating news. Suddenly it all made sense: the unrelenting wariness she’d had around this man from day one and the feeling he may be holding something back. He’d admittedly given her the short tour of the estate, and they’d breezed by the majority of its closed doors without casting a glance into the rooms behind them. Was that where his wife stored her things? Perhaps she went away on weekends, Eva wondered, and that’s why she was only invited over then and not on weekdays. “You still there?” Destiny’s voice snapped her back to reality.
“Yeah. I’m not at home right now. I’ll call you back,” Eva mumbled despondently.
“Oh, shit, are you with him right now? I’m sorry, I—” Eva disconnected the call before Destiny could finish her sentence. Burley sat looking at her with his head cocked in concern, clearly aware that his human companion wasn’t faring too well. Eva tried to think rationally, reminding herself of the numerous times she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion when it came to Devon Cross. It was hard to remain logical with her head spinning, and she couldn’t shake the feeling she’d been lied to. With Devon out of the house, now was the perfect time to seek out the truth and she stormed into the estate looking for answers.
Her search began room by room, paying special attention to the ones Devon had rushed her by. With Burley tagging along, she rooted through drawers, looked under beds, and dug through closets looking for any trace of his alleged marriage. Destiny had sent her a text message asking if she was okay, but she was too concerned with her mission to reply. She’d all but given up her search when she reached one of the remaining rooms on the far end of the estate’s left wing. The knob was locked, and no amount of jiggling it was going to change that. Recalling a trick taught to her by her criminal father before he wound up in prison, she returned to the foyer to grab her debit card from her purse. It took some doing, but she was successful in using it to jimmy the lock. She hesitated briefly before slowly cracking the door and peering into the room.
What greeted her appeared to be Devon’s private office, beautifully adorned with artwork and valuable relics, along with a plethora of framed pictures scattering the walls. A solid oak desk with a high-back leather office chair positioned just behind it sat in the left-hand corner of the room, with a fireplace recessed in the center of the room’s back wall. The right-hand corner of the room was home to a large display case that appeared to showcase several pictures and various trinkets. The room was well lit due to the natural light shining through its two large windows, and an odd, almost eerie sensation washed over Eva as she stepped into what was clearly Devon’s private sanctuary.
Making her way across the room, she paused to take in each of the framed pictures, leaning in closely to scrutinize every detail as her blood boiled. If the photos weren’t of Devon and a tall, blonde woman of pale complexion, they were of just the woman herself posing happily with big, blue eyes that seemed overflowing with life. She w
as beautiful indeed, and Eva continued perusing the photos until finding one that made her gasp in shock. Obviously a wedding photo, it captured Devon and this same blonde woman engaged in a kiss. She could only surmise that it was taken immediately upon the consecration of their marriage, and she felt her face grow hot with anger. The display case boasted more photos of the couple together, along with an arrangement of porcelain figurines that she assumed belonged to his wife.
Fuming, she stormed over to Devon’s desk. On it, she found yet another framed photo of the same blonde, this time caught mid-twirl with her white dress spinning in a moment that seemed reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. She tore through the desk’s drawers to see what else he may be hiding as Burley watched in concern, and it didn’t take long for her to find a small box full of handwritten notes, all of them from Devon to a Marie. She unfolded the first one and read it three times as rage surged through her like a violent storm.
Marie,
My light. My love. My inspiration. My reason for waking up every morning. My wife. Now, and forever. I love you with all of my heart and always will.
-Devon
Tossing the note aside, she reached for another.
Marie,
Had a blast with you at the park today. Have fun at your mom’s and I’ll have dinner waiting when you get home. Smooches!
-Hubby
Each note was sweeter than the previous, but Eva didn’t bother reading any more than a handful. She tossed the entire box onto the desk and bolted from the room with Burley hot on her heels. Grabbing her bag from the entryway, she hopped into the same vehicle the two-timing snake had bought her three weeks prior and made her way back to her dilapidated apartment building. With her canine companion in the passenger seat still looking at her with confusion, she called Destiny to report her findings. As Eva expected, she didn’t answer since she was still stuck at work, but two minutes later she called back after sneaking away from her cubicle to hear what her friend had unearthed.
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