“No, not really.” He thought about pouring himself a scotch but decided against it. He felt sick.
“I’m surprised you’re not on the hunt for the next flavor of the month. That’s what a man like you is good for.”
In the last twenty years he’d perfected being a steel wall against her demeaning words. Just to think, when they first started their relationship, she’d been so sweet and kind, like heaven wrapped in a silky shell of big tits, lush hair, and a tight pussy. They would make love three times a day, so much that his dick was so raw he couldn’t walk. Then reality settled in and they became a couple focused on becoming parents. After two years of fertility clinics and scheduled sex she finally became pregnant. Then three months into the pregnancy, she miscarried, followed by a handful of more miscarriages that left a gap between them as a couple.
They decided to put plans of having a baby aside and concentrate on something else…something bigger. Creating a place for him in politics.
ShyAnne loved the idea and seemed to fit right in with the other political socialites. Feeling powerful looked good on her, although at times she’d been called a trophy wife in the tabloids because she’d had every beauty treatment possible.
“Why are you here?” he snarled.
“I thought we agreed you’d call me if you got word about the little pregnant twit?” She pushed through tight lips.
Of course she would find out. He rubbed his forehead. “You weren’t here when her call came in.”
“And you don’t think I’d want to know right away that she called you?”
“Of course you’d want to know.” He dropped into his chair and unbuttoned his shirt that was suffocating. “Before you start slinging insults, this is all taken care of.”
Her mouth twisted. “Let me be the judge of that. How?”
“She’s agreed to leave and keep the baby a secret.”
“What?” The word felt like a jab to his gut.
“This is the best we’re going to get. She’s leaving and all our troubles are over.”
“You stupid man! You can’t trust that slut! The second you get elected she’ll come crawling out of her hole with a brat, ruining everything for us.”
“I believe her, ShyAnne. She’s not…you.”
“Of course she’s not me. I wizened up to your tactics long ago,” she seethed.
“You are a deceitful, bitch.” For the first time in a long time he wouldn’t shrink under his wife’s glare.
“And you’re a weak coward with a pencil dick.” Her cheeks were red. “Take care of her in a more permanent way or I will.”
“She’s carrying my child. No harm will come of her, or anyone. Not even Novah. I’m the one who made the mistake and I’m going to rectify things in my own way.”
He could feel the heat from her glare. “Can you hear yourself? You still love that cunt. You’ve grown a conscious and that means you’re losing your focus.”
Standing, he rounded his desk and looked at her, really looked at her. It made sense. She had taken the pain from miscarriages and let it fester inside. Something ripped inside of him, unlike anything he’d felt before. This was his last chance to clear the air. “Are you pissed off more because I do love her or that she got pregnant and will have my baby and you couldn’t?”
In two quick panther-like strides she was upon him, drawing back her claw-like hand and slapping it hard against his cheek. The sting of the impact jarred him, enough that it triggered all the anger he’d locked up. All the insults, the betrayal, and swishing around in her short skirts and massive tits hanging out compiled into a volcano of emotion. He grabbed her tiny wrists in his grip and her eyes widened. She cried out as he jerked her into his chest. At six foot two he towered over her small frame, but she didn’t shy away from him. “You want to see big balls, sweetheart? I’ll show you who has balls.” He reached out and grabbed the neckline of her thin top and dragged it down, baring her breasts that spilled over the red lace.
“Go to hell!” With her free hand, she lifted it to slap him again, but this time he was quicker and blocked the act. “You prick!”
He leaned in and covered her mouth with his, swallowing more insults and curses. She bit his lip, and he pulled back, rage developing inside him. “So you want to play that game?” He whipped her around and bent her over the edge of the desk, pressing her upper body over folders and documents that he’d been pouring over earlier.
“Fuck you!”
“You always did like to fuck, didn’t you?” He grasped the material of her skirt in his tight fists and dragged it up on her ass—an ass that still enticed him although it wasn’t as firm as it once was. He swatted her behind lightly, leaving red marks across her pale skin. She bucked against him, but he held her steady, bending at his knees and nibbling the silky skin on her bottom, inhaling a strong whiff of sex and spice that made him so hard he could barely breathe. He should be repulsed knowing that another man had been there before him, but tonight he knew what needed done and he wouldn’t back down.
Tucking his finger under the elastic of the silky thong, he pulled the string aside and dove in to lap up the juices that practically poured off her groomed pussy. She could pretend to fight, but her juicy cunt proved she wanted to be manhandled. He flicked his tongue over the warm folds, as all resistance faded, and she became a writhing needy ball of fire under his mouth. “Tell me what you want?”
“Fuck me! Give it to me hard!” she
