Chapter 9

ChapterNine

Edison

I’m moving through a dream—atleast, that’s how it feels.

We are in the lobby of the opera house and everything appears to be moving in slow motion. I’m sweating, a goose’s egg stuck in my throat. Every man is looking at Blessing. Of course, they are. She is eighteen, fuck-mussed and braless. Her mouth is puffy from blowing me, her eye makeup smudged from the gallon of come I pumped onto her innocent-looking face. Was I insane to bring her out in public?

Do the men we pass think I don’t see them adjusting their cocks while they ogle my wife? They want to steal her from me. They can sense she’s a phenomenon. The paragon of goodness and virtue, until she gets a little tongue in her mouth and suddenly, she’s naughty in a way that would make me feel ashamed if she didn’t enjoy the way we played so much. Almost like it invigorates her, makes her feel alive.

I don’t deserve her.

I have done nothing to warrant the gift that is Blessing.

My angel who dotes on orphans at the cost of her own comfort.

My little girl who spreads her legs nice and wide for her man.

I’m in heat. Full-time lust.

Even now, as we approach an usher to bring us to my private box, I’m erect. I’m fucking dripping for another go at that cunt. And she’s back to being her guileless self, smiling breathlessly and marveling over the chandeliers, the finery surrounding her. I’m going to make sure she gets used to it. I’m going to motherfucking spoil her every chance I get. She will never know another moment of pain or panic from this day forward.

Oh, dear God, I love her so much.

What can I do to make her love me back?

I stare down the usher when he has the poor judgment to look at my wife’s tits. “Do you like the opera house, angel?” I ask Blessing through my teeth, guiding her up the stairs, careful to block her rear end from view of anyone standing below.

“Oh yes,” she breathes. “I slept outside of it a couple of times when the orphanage got too crowded, so I’ve seen it through the windows, but nothing could compare to seeing it in real life. It’s magnificent.”

Her casual admission about sleeping outside in the cold nearly chokes me. “I will be purchasing it for you immediately.”

“I…what?”

“It will be named after you. It will be yours.” I thought my announcement would make me feel better, but the back of my neck is still tight. “I can’t stand the thought of you sleeping outside, baby. It tears me apart.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again.”

“No. No…” At the top of the staircase, I take her by the shoulders and lean down until we’re eye level. “You should tell me everything. Never hold back with me. I only meant…I wish I knew you were out there sooner. Maybe I would have realized sooner that life is about more than money and business deals. Life is about…you.”

Jesus, that speech made me vulnerable as hell, but when her eyes turn dreamy, I don’t regret it for a second. “Edison?”

“Yes?”

A pink blush spreads on her cheeks. “I…I have big feelings for you. Real ones.”

Joy almost lifts me off the carpeted floor. “You do?”

She bites her lip and nods. “I was attracted to you the night we met, but…I didn’t know I would grow to feel…more.” She steps closer, reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re making me feel more.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’ll try to keep at it,” I manage to rasp.

“Okay, husband,” she murmurs.

And then she does something I’m not expecting. We’re on the top floor of the opera house. It’s a more elite crowd up here. They are dressed to the nines, mingling, preparing to enter their private boxes. Blessing and I are already the center of attention, as I am the most prominent man in attendance and word has likely spread that I am recently married to a former orphan and beggar. The speculation must be rampant.

But when Blessing wraps her thighs around my hips in the middle of the lobby, she very likely sends the gossips into a tizzy. My wife isn’t even conscious of her actions. She’s just looking me in the eye, existing in our own little world and doing what feels right. And what feels right is her pussy touching me at all times.

Around us, the crowd whispers, stares and speculates.

I don’t give a flying fuck.

“Is there somewhere we can go so I can suck on your cock again, Daddy?”

My knees almost give out. What have I done to deserve this? Nothing. That’s what. But it’s all going to change. I’m going to change my whole life’s philosophy to make her proud to call herself my wife. “No, Blessing. It’s your turn,” I say against her lips. “I haven’t made you come yet and that is a fucking crime.”

It’s torture to take my eyes off my wife for a second, but I’m sensing a change in the room’s atmosphere, so I scan the room above her head. Men are angling themselves to get a better look at Blessing. Some of them have noticeably tented their pants and are too entranced by her to bother trying to hide their arousal. One man turns and walks to a dark corner of the lobby and positions himself behind a heavy drape, his vigorous arm movements making it obvious that he’s jerking himself off.

She’s exuding pure sex and it’s affecting everyone.

Especially me.

She gave me the best orgasm of my life twenty minutes ago, except for the one I had in her pussy last night, and my balls are already back to swollen. My tongue is thick in my mouth and my pulse is hammering out of control.

When some of the crowd begins to edge closer, I know I must act fast.

She’s the ultimate prize and everyone wants to compete.

Over my dead fucking body.

With a growl intended to ward them off, I stride to my private box and lock us inside. Blessing is oblivious to the danger her magnetism has put us in.

Fists are now pounding at the door, but she doesn’t appear to hear them, her eyes merely scanning my face nervously. “What’s wrong, Edison?”

“You don’t hear them knocking?”

“Who?”

The raps increase in volume and number. Dear God. I press her up against the door and pin her there with my hips, while fishing my phone out of my pocket. I quickly dial Ben. “Call security at the opera house. Immediately. They want my wife. They are beating down the door for her. And when you’re finished doing that, send a security team here to escort us out. They’ll be with her permanently going forward.”

“Yes, sir,” Ben says. As if he fully understands the appeal of my wife inciting a mob?

Oh, he finds my angel attractive, does he?

I’ll fucking fire him in the morning.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers into my neck, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist. “There’s nothing to be scared of—”

“Of course not. You don’t have to be scared. Not when I’m around.”

Is that the truth, though? I don’t know anymore.

I’m just as horny and frantic as the people on the other side of the door.

I’m taking her ripe ass in my hands and kneading it worshipfully, my breath coming in grunts. I’m humping her against the door even as they beat on it, demanding to be let in. I’m wrong. I’m sick and obsessed and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m controlled by my infatuation with Blessing and it’s too powerful to resist.

“Shhh,” I say against her mouth, letting go of her right ass cheek in order to lower my zipper. “Just focus on me. Everything is going to be all right.”

She nods trustingly, her eyes flaring with need when I tuck the tip of my cock into her warm, wet hole. “Focus on you,” she repeats, nodding.

“That’s right.”

They pound louder on the door, the handle starting to twist.

Before she can grow alarmed by the added threat, I buck home inside of her cunt to distract her—and sweet Christ, it works. She throws her head back and whimpers, those luscious little tits popping out of her gown. “Repeat after me.” I suck one nipple into my mouth, drawing on it tenderly. “Daddy’s got me.” I lick the other nipple with the flat of my tongue, making her writhe anxiously on my length. “I’m safe.”

“Daddy’s got me,” she hiccups. “I’m safe.”

I rear back and pound into her, getting sordid satisfaction out of this mob listening to me bang my perfect wife hard enough to shake the door on its hinges. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you. Going to protect you at all costs. You’ve taken over my heart and soul.” I rake the side of her neck with my teeth and fuck her thunderously against the door, squeezing her bratty ass in both hands like a miser with two fistfuls of gold. “Baby, you’re so wet and tight, I can’t take it. I can’t fucking breathe when I’m inside you.”

Her eyes are glazed, mouth open in a pleasured O. “Harder. Harder.”

“Jesus, you’re going to make me erupt.”

“I…I…” Her pussy starts to ripple around my dick and I pump harder, faster, making her tits bounce wildly, sending me to the brink of insanity. “Ohhh, Edison!”

She doesn’t just come, she gushes like a fucking dream, releasing her perfection all over my shaft. And as she’s climaxing, she spreads her thighs open wide, as if she wants me to see what I’ve done, the havoc I’ve wreaked on her. The sight nearly undoes me, my thick cock stretching her opening, her flesh hugging me so sweetly.

I’m seconds from my peak when I hear security wrangling the people outside the door. The last remaining tension leaves my wife and with a gentle yet mischievous smile, she drops her legs from around my waist, turning around and pressing her palms up against the door.

“You said you paid for me mouth and…” She blushes while rolling up the back of her dress, angling her hips and showing off that piece of art also known as her rear. “A-and this…”

She’s talking about her ass.

Offering it to me?

Right now?

Yes. Yes, I want every single inch of her to bear my claim. My marks. My scent.

I’m barely coherent as I stumble forward and yank the babe up onto her toes, humping her brokenly, guttural sounds tumbling out of my mouth. I’m overcome. Horny doesn’t even begin to describe what I am. My cock is so sensitive, and the friction only makes it worse, makes me crazed. Before I can check myself and order myself to go slow, I’m lifting her off the ground with my left forearm and guiding my cock to her asshole with my right.

“Relax for me, angel.” I spit on her hole and the head of my dick, rubbing myself over that back entrance with unleashed glee. “It’s going to be uncomfortable. Just remember I love you, baby. So much. So fucking much. You fit me in this tiny asshole, I’ll buy you two opera houses. I’ll buy you this whole fucking town and eighteen more. One for every year you’ve graced this earth.”

“All I need is you,” she whispers, pressing her ass back into me, accepting another inch with a sexy whimper. “I don’t need possessions.”

“You just need to be possessed.”

“Yes,” she moans.

And I slide home into her tight rear channel, feeling her start to shake, as if the pressure is too much. Or she’s overcome from being claimed. I don’t know. All I can do is bounce her ass in my lap, my middle finger busy in front playing with her clit. My brain is in a red fog of lust, my dick in heaven, and my heart ready to burst out of my chest.

“Did you buy a tight one?” she whispers, looking at me over her shoulder. “Are you going to keep me, Daddy?”

Not again. She can’t go there again.

I love it, but it’s wrong. It’s right. It’s everything.

My balls seize up automatically at the implication that I’ve adopted her to be my sex toy. It’s not true, but something about it is twisted just enough to wake up something indecent inside of us both.

“Hell yeah, I got a tight one. The tightest. I’m keeping you. Forever.”

Once again, her pussy starts to spasm, but I feel it in a new way now. From the untouched end of her. It’s more powerful than an earthquake and I am unable to do anything but throw her up against the door and bury myself balls deep in her ass and shatter. I shatter like fucking glass, shards raining down everywhere, my wife convulsing in front of me, taking my come hungrily, squeezing her butt cheeks together rhythmically and working my spend out of me, like she wants to save every drop.

Before I’m even finished, I’m planning the next way I’m going to fuck her.

On the floor of my office. In the shower. Under the stars in Tahiti.

She has satisfied me beyond my wildest dreams.

Yet deep inside of me, there is a longing that hasn’t been quenched—my desperate desire for Blessing to love me back. I don’t think I’ll be able to think straight until I have her heart. But what if God’s way of punishing me for my life of greed is to give me this girl…without giving me her love, too?