I've always been a free-spirited type of bitch. The type who always had different options depending on how I was feeling. The type who loved excitement a little more than the average person. Being this way always led to me getting into shit I had no business doing. I thought settling down and getting married would slow my ass down, but that only lasted so long. If you asked me, being married only intensified my need for trouble. The danger behind being sneaky turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain.
Reason was the perfect husband, so why couldn’t I be faithful to the man who would cross the ocean for me? The man who does anything to keep a smile on my face? The man who protects and keeps my heart calm. And I couldn’t forget the man who made my pussy wetter than any other man ever could?
He paid all the bills and allowed me to freely use the money I made on anything my heart desired. The millions I made a year were mine to keep. Reason let me be me, because he trusted that in return, I would be his beautiful, thick, doting wife.
I was all those things, but he didn’t know his wife wasn’t only being a freak with him.
Mywork husband, Ezekiel,and I took our acting roles a little too serious, but how else would the chemistry come off looking so real on screen? I mean, we were good at our jobs, but there was always room for improvement, and that’s what we did.
No one around us suspected anything.
I had too much to lose. My secret could never get out.
I felt the safest with Reason. But I couldn’t run from temptation, danger, living life on the edge, and good dick. My husband’s dick was the best I’d ever had, but I still strayed.
I’d tried to sit alone and ask myself why. Why was I like this? The only thing I could come up with was that I grew up sheltered. Maybe that was the excuse I wanted to believe. As a teenager, I saw all my friends fucking, partying, and living out their teenage days doing what they wanted while my parents tried to keep me away from it all.
When I turned eighteen, I promised myself I would make up for all the things I missed out on. When I moved on my own and started acting school, I had men at my disposal. That life came with a different caliber of men that I couldn’t stay away from.
I couldn’t believe I’d missed out on good loving. My parents sheltering had turned me into a female beast when I was finally released into the world they tried so hard to keep me hidden from.
It was easier to blame something or someone else for my whorish ways, as society would call it. But could I really call it that? Free-spirited sounded much better. Some would say if I wanted to live this lifestyle, I should’ve stayed single and never got married. My response to any naysayers would be, “I’m not fucking stupid! Reason St. Pierre is the best of the best. A top-notch nigga. A sought-after man. The greatest catch of them all.”He was my muthafuckin’ husband, and I was never letting up off him.
“Saje, turn that ass around,” Ezekiel ordered, breaking me from my thoughts.
He snatched my pants down, exposing my naked ass.
I knew the routine: bent over, leaning on the vanity table for balance, back arched, and ass tooted.
Ezekiel groaned before even entering the pussy. He slid on a condom he retrieved from his pocket and didn’t wait another second to enter me. A moan slipped out, and I tightly closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations his tool created.
“Yesss,” I hissed in a low tone, careful not to be heard.
He had the side of my face pressed against the glass. Next to my head, my phone vibrated. I struggled to look at the screen and see who texted me. When I saw Reason’s name, Ezekiel fucked me harder; he must’ve seen his name too. He released the restriction he had on me, and I speedily picked up my phone while he continued to pound into me.
Hubby: I got a notification that your gifts were delivered. Did it make you smile, baby?
“Throw that big ass back on this dick, Saje,” Ezekiel demanded through gritted teeth.
I did what he asked, causing him to hit it faster. I knew whenever he was on the verge of nutting from the pace of his strokes.
Me: Yes, my love! Thank you. Everything was beautiful. OMG… You’re really the best husband in the world. Reason, I love you so much.
Ezekiel was going crazy inside me. My head rocked back and forth, and my fingers glided all over the screen as I struggled to type out each word.
Reason: I love you too. Glad you loved it. You know I’ll do anything for you. After you finish filming, hurry home. I need to feel that pussy.
“I’m finna fuckin’ bust. Shittt…” Ezekiel growled. His body and dick stiffened as warm cum filled the rubber.
Me: I can’t wait…. I’ma rush home to you daddyyy…
I never thought I’d ever say this, but damn, I hope God doesn’t strike me dead.
CHAPTER 15
REASON
Icruised through my old neighborhood in L.A., soaking in the sun, the swaying palm trees, and the familiar streets I once called home. The air smelled like a mixture of smog, barbeque smoke, and freshly cut grass I hadn’t smelled in years. The last time I was here, I was nineteen. My mama and old man had just sold the house and were packing up to move to Miami to be closer to me while I attended college. They couldn’t stand being away from me, and I felt the same, but I needed independence. So, they gave me autonomy, but they were always close enough in case shit went haywire. Luckily, I didn’t lean on them much. I carved my own path and handled whatever came my way.
