The Convenient Wife

What I don’t tell her is that my father requested I come alone. I could feel it in my chest when I read the words; his disapproval of Starla, his refusal to bless our marriage, his demand to end it before anyone else finds out.

This is what I want. . . Was—what I wanted.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind coming to help.” Bending her foot against the inside of her thigh, she scratches her fingers through her hair. “I’m pretty good at decorating you know.” Winking, she wriggles her head side to side.

“I’m sure you are,” I say with a chuckle, “but, I’d rather you enjoy yourself. Besides, he probably wants to talk about the business. It’ll be boring. He likes to go on and on about the other companies we sell to and their owners. Go have fun, you’re in Hawaii.”

“All right,” she says slightly disappointed. Stretching her arms high above her head, she speaks through her yawn. “Will you join me when you’re done?” Climbing out of the bed, she starts to dig in her suitcase. Pulling out a tiny bikini, she lays it on the bed.

“Absolutely,” I say with a smile. “I don’t want to miss you wearing practically nothing.”

Starla’s standing at the edge of the bed wearing my t-shirt. It hangs loosely off her body, resting at her knees. Her nipples are hard, poking against the sheer fabric. This girl is going to fucking destroy me. She’s indulgence at its finest. She’s candy at its sweetest. She’s my weakness and I fucking love it.

My eyes lick her body and she notices. Biting her bottom lip, she teases the hem of the shirt, lifting it up slowly.

“What?” she asks, pulling the shirt almost high enough to expose her pussy. Only she doesn’t, she lets it flutter against the diamond between her thighs, tempting my patience. “You like what you see?”

Resting my head on my arm, I grip my hard-on under the blanket. “I don’t know, you tell me. Do you think I like what I see?”

Starla grins as her eyes zero in on my cock. “I’d say that’s a yes.” Her fingers run across her tits, circling her nipples and her thighs start to rub back and forth. Crawling back into the bed, she sits on her knees, tucking the shirt between her legs.

“I like seeing you in my shirt.” Lifting my finger to her leg, I draw circles over her knee. “But I think I’d like it better on the floor.”

Ping

My phone goes off again, but I ignore it. Whatever it is can wait. I’m in no rush.

Moving my hand up her leg, I inch closer to her hot center. I can feel the heat off her pussy as she tempts me to touch her. Starla’s peering at me, gripping the end of the shirt as her thighs spread wider.

Ping

Her eyes dart to the phone at my side. “You think you should check it?”

“Nope,” I say, not taking my eyes off of her. “I don’t care who it is, or what they want. There’s something more important right in front of me.”

Crawling across the mattress, she climbs onto my lap. “Is that right?” Nodding, I curl my hands around her ass and hold her tight. “I like this,” she says, her gaze holding me hostage, pressing down on my body.

“Like what?”

“I like having you where you are right now.”

“What, underneath you?”

“No…” Her smile thickens and her eyes flicker with a dangerous flame. “Vulnerable. I’m in control right now,” she says, leaning forward and whispering the words into my ear. “Of everything.”

“Is that what you think? You think I’m vulnerable like this?” Gripping her hips, I push her down so she can feel my dick. I’m swollen, ready to slam inside her and ease the pain. “Because I could easily take over right now if I wanted to. Maybe I’m just letting you think you’re in control.”

Ping

We both glance at the nightstand. Growling, I start to reach for the phone. Starla grabs my hand and puts it on her chest. “You don’t care—remember?” Using her hand, she makes me squeeze her tit hard.

Grinding down, her pussy rubs my cock as she rolls her hips. My dick is throbbing, aching to be inside her. I think my phone goes off again, but I can’t focus on anything else but her. And I don’t want to.

She’s the only thing that deserves my attention right now. Nothing and no one else are important.

“I’m having trouble remembering anything right now. Maybe you should show me why I haven’t gotten up yet.”

“Oh, you’re up, I can tell you that.” Smiling wide, she peels her shirt over her head, and throws it to the floor. “Better?”

“Fuck yeah that’s better.”

Starla is naked, straddling my waist. Her nipples are perked, her skin is soft and smooth. Her mound is freshly shaven, with a thin strip of hair running up above her slit. Shifting my hips, I can feel her heat on my lower stomach.