“I didn’t know her name until after we were married, when she suddenly started to become a bit of a problem. Though, I couldn’t have imagined she’d be this much of a fucking ordeal, especially five years later.”
Pippa doesn’t say anything else. I expect her to, but she stays quiet. I can sense her watching Erin, taking in her every move. We don’t say anything else to one another, I’m sure that she’s lost inside of her own head and I’m trying to watch Erin and play this game.
“She’s not beautiful, by the way,” I say much later in the evening.
I’m finished playing cards and standing with my back to the bar, Pippa’s body is curled in front of mine, her hand placed at the center of my chest while she looks to the side of the room where I can’t see without turning my head.
With a whiskey in one hand, my other firmly gripping her gorgeous ass, I scan the casino. Erin walked away a while ago, making her way to a sex room to fulfill what she’s been paid to do.
I never fucked her here. I always visited her at her place, a house where several women live together. We have them all over the city. The women are brought here in SUVs every night for work.
Those who have clients at their homes, don’t come in that day. It’s a complete schedule that Arlo has fucking spreadsheets on.
I don’t know how he does it, but between him, Mia, and the house madams, they have it all figured out. Who does what, who doesn’t do what, and what clients they will fit with best. Since I’ve been gone, they’ve added men, which has a whole separate clientele and a whole separate list to keep track of.
Pippa’s hand slowly slides up the center of my chest, her fingers finding their way to my throat, curling around the side. Shifting my head to face her, I dip my chin down and look into her eyes. She licks her bottom lip before her teeth sink down on the plump skin.
She’s horny.
She wants me, wants to get off, and I’m not going to make her wait a moment longer than she has to. Shoving my hand in my pocket, I send Arlo a text asking him what room is available.
ARLO: ROOM TWO. ERIN IS IN ROOM THREE.
I snort at his response and the fact that he felt the need to tell me where the bitch is.
KEEP HER UNTIL I’M FINISHED?
ARLO: HAVE FUN WITH YOUR WIFE. SHE’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU.
Without another word, I reach for Pippa’s wrist, tugging it off of my neck before I spin and start to walk away from the bar, dragging her behind me. She giggles, and I know she’s had a little too much to drink, but not too much that she’s completely shitfaced.
Walking straight for room two, I turn the knob, pushing it open before I step inside. Pippa hurries into the room, walking straight over to the bed. Closing the door behind me, I flip the lock before I slowly turn around to face her.
Pippa watches me from the side of the bed, her big blue eyes on mine. “You in pain?” I ask.
She shakes her head once, but I can see the need in her eyes, a need that she’s replacing with sex right now. I can’t say that I’m sorry about her choices, I’m certainly not. But, I also know that addiction, especially to painkillers can be an excruciating thing to go through.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a blunt and a lighter. I light the smoke, holding it to my lips before I pass it over to her. She takes it without question. I watch as she wraps her lips around the blunt and my cock stiffens beneath my zipper, imagining those lips wrapped around it while on her knees for me.
Who would have thought watching a woman smoke would be as fucking hot as watching my wife do it?
“Take off your clothes,” she rasps.
Smirking, I do exactly what she wants, slowly. Her eyes roam over my body with each article of clothing that I peel off until I’m completely naked. I think this could be the first time ever that I’m naked and she’s still clothed.
I can’t deny that in this room, her drunk and on her way to high, it’s a fantasy that I never thought I had, but I fucking do. Reaching for my hard length, I wrap my fingers around it and stroke myself.
“Massimo,” Pippa purrs.
Licking my lips, my eyes drag down her body before lifting back up to her face. “Suck me,” I hoarsely demand.
Her lips turn up into a grin, a sly one. She makes her way toward me, still wearing her tight dress and high heels. Once she’s close enough for me to reach, I take the blunt from her.
Lifting it to my lips, I dip my head in a silent demand for her to lower to her knees. Reaching for her chin, I touch her there, lifting her face before she sinks down.
“Panties off, lift your skirt to your hips, I want to watch you touch yourself while you suck me off.”
Goosebumps appear on her skin and I watch as she shimmies her panties down, kicking them to the side before she lifts her skirt to her hips, exposing her bottom half to me. Unable to let her immediately drop to her knees, I reach between her legs and slip my fingers through her folds. She’s wet, so fucking wet already.
My mouth twitches as I bring my hand up, touching her lips with my fingertips, gliding her wetness along them—painting them.
PIPPA
Tasting myself on my own lips is foreign, but I can’t deny that I like it. This is all new, almost forbidden, and I’m excited for what’s to come. I may have been married for five years, but I’ve only had sex a handful of times. I still feel like the twenty-year-old girl
