Mel was my first virgin, and I had never felt anything like the tight grip her pussy had on me. I held myself still and let her body adjust; my dick throbbed with the desire to move. When I felt her start to wiggle her hips experimentally, I sighed with relief.
“Are you ready for me to move, baby?” I croaked out.
“Y-yes.” She whimpered.
“I’ll make sure it feels good soon, I promise.” I sat up and gently shifted her legs closer to her body, and looked down at where we were connected. The condom had a slightly pink tint to it, but there was also the slight shine from the evidence of her arousal. I dragged one of my fingers down her body slowly and watched thegoosebumps erupt on her skin until I found the little nub that was going to help me keep my promise.
She gasped when I gently circled her clit, and I felt my lips twitch into a smirk.
“You like that baby?” I groaned as her pussy clenched. Then I slowly rolled my hips, and a tiny moan escaped her. “You feel so fucking good.”
The sound of the hotel phone ringing woke me from my dream just as I had started to thrust; it was the wake-up call I had requested.
Getting pulled from such a vivid memory of our first time together, back to a reality where my wife had kicked me out of my own home, was a horrible way to start the day. I slammed the receiver back down and growled into the empty room.
The therapist yesterday had left me with blue balls after teasing me about how she had methods to help me with my sex addiction, and dreaming about Melanie hadn’t helped. Apparently, the good therapist wasn’t opposed to fucking a client but needed to understand what exactly I needed first. It sounded stupid to me, but I just needed the woman to convince a judge that my actions were those of a man working through a sickness, not a man who should be punished by a prenup he signed before he knew how much money he would one day have.
I looked at my watch and then gripped my throbbing cock. I had just enough time to take a shower before I needed to go see what Frank’s plan was.
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“Jack said he will tail her for the next couple of weeks and he’s going to see if he can hack into her phone records.” Frank informed me as he sorted through some papers. I nodded; Jack had told me that much last night when I called him. Being the busy man that I am, I told him to call Frank with minor updates and only call me with major updates or a weekly report. I waited for him to continue, “I had him start this morning.”
I hummed in response and waved a hand for him to continue.
“The prenup is solid. Penelope Yang is a cunt but she’s a competent one.” Frank grumbled. “Is that the lawyer Barbs hired?” I asked. The name was vaguely familiar.
“Yeah, she covered all the bases. The sex addict thing is our best bet unless you can get Melanie to forgive you.”
“Ms. Richards said she was open to working with me.” I smirked.
“Yes, Kellie is very accommodating.” Frank rolled his eyes. “Her word alone won’t be enough, but it’ll help.” His face turned serious, and he stared at me for several seconds before speaking again, “I wouldn’t fuck her. If the judge gets even a hint that you’re sleeping with her, or you manage to piss her off then you could end up in a worse position than you are now.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I said dryly. He shook his head with an exasperated expression and looked down at his papers again.
“I went back through some of the documents you’ve had me write over the years. You’ve got a shit ton of NDA’s that could either help prove you’re a sex addict or prove that you are thoughtful enough to plan ahead and therefore are responsible for your actions.” He set the stack down and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m really not sure how much I’m going to be able to do for you if she finds out. We really need to know just how much she knows in order to make a plan.”
“I’m going there as soon as I leave here… what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to be careful. You can’t admit to anything, other than Angela, even if she shows you proof you need to say as little as possible but get as much information from her as you can. If she tells you she knows about the NDA’s, ask questions, act confused but don’t accuse her of lying. You want her to start questioning if somehow, you’ve been set up. If she confronts you about this footage, she’s seen you need to ask to see it, act like you don’t remember any of it, maybe even pretend to be scared. Do you understand?” Frank’s jaw twitched as he waited for my reply.
“Yeah, I think I can do that.” I gulped and ran my hand through my hair, “I don’t want her to think she’s crazy though… I don’t want to mess with her head that badly. Maybe, we can convince her I was drugged in Vegas?”
“We will fine tooth the details later but today is just about acting remorseful for what she witnessed at her house but denying anything else and acting confused enough where she starts to feel sympathy for you.” Frank grinned. “Kellie can bevery helpful for learning how to properly manipulate others, having a dirty therapist on hand has it’s perks.”
Just as I started to stand, Frank had a lightbulb moment and snapped his fingers at me.
“One more thing, your finances are a fucking disaster. You are digging yourself a very deep legal grave by hiding money from your wife if she finds proof.”
“I’ll make sure to cover my trail better.” I assured him.
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“Mr. Landon?” A peppy voice called from the sidewalk just as my foot hit the bottom step to my front door. “Benjamin?”
I turned around and found a young woman I’d never seen before walking towards me. She was wearing the tightest leggings and sports bra set I’d ever seen, and her long dark hair was tied back in a high ponytail. She had large, pouty lips, and when she removed her sunglasses, I saw that she had big, round, chocolate-brown eyes.
I glanced back at the door and quickly checked all the windows for movement.
