Sven Filthy Modern Vikings

Unfortunately, my mind is eventually inundated with thoughts about her upcoming trip to Boston. She has to go to Boston to see the case through at the end of next month for the attempt on her life. Her divorce, that had been handled by lawyers I hired for her, was finalized a couple of weeks ago. It doesn’t change that we need to be alone. So, now I’m making a call.

“Bonjour.”

“Bonjour. May I speak with Viscount Luke, please. Tell him it’s Sven Jorgensen.”

“Hold s’il vous plaît.” My leg is bouncing up and down as I wait for him to answer the phone. I have never done anything remotely like what I am about to do. Although I know my Uncle Om did the same thing a few months ago, I can’t help but think my mother would have my ear between her fingers if she knew what I was planning.

“Ah, Mr. Jorgensen. How may you be?” He asks in his heavy French accent.

“I am calling to cash in on the favor you owe me.”

“Oui. How may I be of service?”

“You said once that you own an island in Fiji. Is it true?”

“Oui. Indeed, it is. Beautiful sandy beaches. It has a nice big house overlooking the beach. Since I own the whole Island, the beach is off limits. It is untarnished by pollution and people. Do you desire to use it?”

“If it would not be a problem.”

“Absolutely not. When should my staff expect you?”

“How fast can you get a plane chartered to pick me up?”

“I can have you out of there within the next few hours. This is good, no?”

“Perfect.”

“How long will you be in need of my little oasis?”

“May I use it for the next two months?”

“Parfait. Perfect. My plane will be there in five hours. Au Revoir.”

Now, I have to go and get her. I was fine this morning when I woke up. A little tense, which is usually the case when I wake up without her in my arms. But nothing unusual. The minute I checked the fucking voicemail and heard detective dipshits voice on it saying he would meet her in Boston tomorrow, I lost it. Over my dead fucking body.

She wants a caveman. I am going to give it to her.

Chapter Two

Cymion

When I got off the plane, I was scared. Scared of having freedom for the first time. And scared of what I’d just been through, and what was yet to come. I went from my father’s house and straight to my husband’s. And look where all of that got me. Scared of my own shadow.

Then I saw him. Sven Jorgensen. He is the man of my dreams. And I do mean he literally is the one. I’ve been obsessed with Viking’s, since I read Josie Litton’s Dream of Me/Believe In Me duet. Then, when she came out with Come To Me, I was done. Vikings were all I ever dreamed about. Wild, but caring men who gave not one fuck when it came to their women. Now, suddenly there is a huge Viking standing before me. He is causing my pussy to be more wet than it has ever been before. I decided then and there to be carefree and wild myself.

Thankfully, my marriage was only one of convenience. Actually, it was convenient for my husband, since I was what is known as his beard. He has never once touched me. There was the one time he gave me a kiss on the cheek when we got married. I had my own room and only had to spend time with him when there was some kind of function. I had no idea that he was gay. In my mind I assumed the mega age difference was a turn off for him also.

The only gift I had to give Sven was my virginity. And I gave it to him freely and with no hesitation on the first night we met. Our car ride from the airport was wrought with sexual tension. It seemed as if things just sizzled between us.

Instead of taking me directly to Tabby’s house, he took me to his. I met his sister, Erika, who is super nice to me. After the introductions he fed me. There was no hesitation in my eating what he prepared for me. I ate like I never had before. Previously I always had to watch my weight with Kent. While he never touched me physically, his verbal jabs hurt as if he punched me each time.

After taking a shower, I climbed onto his bed where he joined me in moments. I initiated our first time together. It turns out that it was his first time too, but you wouldn’t have known it by the explosive way we came together. His huge cock slid inside me with ease, breaching my cherry. It hurt at first, but then he more than made up for the slight discomfort.