Elias left his wife in bedand made his way to the bathroom, where he took a quick shower, brushed histeeth, and changed while he was still there. He didn’t linger, and instead madehis way to the kitchen.
One of his men was waitingfor him, and he took the paperwork he had requested with all the relevantdetails of Bozo. The man owned a few properties, which surprised him. Hethanked his man, and then he was alone.
The first order ofbusiness was coffee. His thoughts kept drifting to last night, and feeling hiswife’s pussy wrapped around his cock. In all his forty years, he’d never beenwith a virgin. When he married Winnie, he didn’t for a second believe she was avirgin. He’d married her so he wouldn’t have to kill her.
Knowing she had been avirgin didn’t change anything. Even if she hadn’t been, he wouldn’t havedivorced her. However, there was a small part of him that loved the fact noother man had touched her.
She belonged to him inevery essence of the word. He knew that made him a hypocrite, seeing as heloved women long before he’d even met his wife. He’d never been shy of having afew sexual partners, and nothing was going to change that.
Until Winnie.
Then, there had been noone else, but his hand for the last four years. It was fucking stupid, he knewthat. He hadn’t promised Winnie fidelity, and yet he granted it to her.
Now, he finally got ataste of his beautiful wife, and knowing what he had at the touch of hisfingertips, there was no turning back. Winnie was who he wanted. She was whathe craved, and he was not going to look anywhere else.
With the coffee percolatorsending out the lovely aroma of beautiful coffee, he decided to go to thefridge.
Winnie rarely slept late.She was often an early riser like him. Most mornings, she would sneak off toher beauty room, only to appear an hour later, which was usually before eighto’clock. Checking the time, he saw it was a little after seven.
With eggs and bacon in hishands, he got started on cooking, which he rarely did. In fact, he often hatedhaving to cook for himself. It was why he hired a chef for his country home wherehe spent a lot of time.
When it came to Winnie,there were not a lot of people he trusted with her care. His men knew they wereto keep her safe and protected. Over the years, he had come to see that Winnieliked to take care of herself. She cooked and cleaned, even though he paidcompanies to do it. After a while, he simply stopped paying them. He hadarrived home to find his wife cleaning, and the woman who was supposed to bedoing that job sat, enjoying a cup of tea, talking to his wife.
He put an end to that,simply because he wasn’t going to spend money if he didn’t have to. Winnie’sresponse at the time was that it was his money to waste, and she was more thancapable of cleaning. So, he let her cook, clean, and do the grocery shopping.
And here he was, in hiskitchen, cooking breakfast. He was halfway through cooking the scrambled eggswhen Winnie appeared.
“I thought I could smellbreakfast.” She had changed into a pair of sweatpants, and one of his shirts, whichwas not buttoned correctly. Her full brown hair was pinned to the top of herhead, and curls seemed to fall around her face. She looked … well fucked. Inthe sexiest of ways. She was refreshed.
“Here, let me take over,”Winnie said, holding her hand out for the spoon he was using to stir the eggs.
He placed it in her handbut couldn’t resist stealing a kiss. She moaned and then giggled.
“Morning,” she said.
“Good morning.”
He stepped away, pouredher a coffee, then leaned against the far kitchen counter and watched her. Shewas a natural when it came to cooking, and within a matter of minutes, thebreakfast was ready for them to enjoy.
For some odd reason, henever thought sweatpants could be sexy, and yet, the curves of Winnie’s asswere driving him crazy.
He carried their cups intothe dining room, and Winnie brought in their food. Elias watched her as shetook a seat.
He didn’t know if he wasexpecting her to wince. Last night had been intense. He’d licked her pussy,bringing her to orgasm at least twice, yet it hadn’t been enough to take thepain away. She had still cried out, and those small fists of hers had beenscrunched up as if to expect more pain.
He hated every last secondof it. Only, he’d not pulled out. He hadn’t brought a stop to it, even thoughhe probably should have. He waited until she stopped fighting him. She hadn’ttold him to stop, but the tension within her body had told him all he needed toknow.
Slowly, patiently, thepain had ebbed away until there was nothing left, and Winnie had been the oneto wriggle on his dick, which had been a fucking miracle. He also didn’t knowhow he could stand to take much more of the pleasure. And then he’d made loveto her, bringing her to a third orgasm as he found his first.
Afterward, he’d done thegentlemanly thing by taking her to the bathroom and helping her in the bath.There had been soothing salts, and he’d gone to clean off the bed.
When he pulled out of heras they completed, he had seen the blood that coated the sheet beneath her. He’dfelt so fucking weak, yet strong. Possessive.
He made money from willingwomen selling their bodies, and he got off on the fact his wife was a virgin.He knew that made him sound so many different kinds of asshole, but he couldn’thelp it. She was amazing.
“How are you feeling?” heasked.
Winnie didn’t whimper orhesitate as she sat down.
