Page 27 of Keeping My Bride

She comes closer to me, straddling my lap and grabbing my tie. She grinds her lap against mine, but my dick doesn’t even jump at the contact.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My initial plan was to come here and get some kind of release from the painful blue balls I’ve had ever since Verona moved in. And now my dick suddenly decides to have a mind of its own?

I close my eyes as she kisses up and down my neck, and all I can think about is Verona. Her tight little body grinding against me, begging me to fuck her. How wet she got for me when I spanked her ass.

“Mmm, hello there,” the blonde says as she grinds down on my hard cock.

My eyes snap open as I stare into the unfamiliar blue eyes. She climbs off my lap and begins stripping off her clothes. She wants to fuck, but I’m not in the mood, my dick quickly deflating.

She flashes me her pussy as she bends over the arm of the couch, baring herself to me. “I’ve been waiting for a night with the great Luca Vitale,” she purrs. “The other girls said you fuck like a stallion. Left them sore for days from your big cock.” She looks at me over her shoulder and bats her pretty blues. “They’re gonna be so jealous when I tell them I fucked you first after your wedding.”

Her words turn me right the fuck off. She wants bragging rights for getting me to cheat on my wife?

Standing, I tell her, “Get dressed. I’m not fucking you tonight.”

My words seem to stun her, and it takes a few moments for her to understand them. But eventually, she crawls off the couch. I think she’s reaching for her clothes, but instead she falls to her knees in front of me.

Before I can stop her, her hands are unbuckling my belt, unzipping my fly and reaching into my pants for my cock.

She pulls my flaccid cock out of my pants and stares at it while licking her lips. “Don’t worry. I can get you hard, baby,” she whispers before moving her mouth towards my cock.

Before her mouth can touch my cock, I quickly step back out of her range. She pouts and stares up at me with big, blue eyes.

I’m sure I could get her to beg for my cock. Hell, she would probably let me fuck every hole in her body without a condom. But for some fucked-up reason, I don’t want her.

I tuck my dick back into my pants, zipper up and buckle my belt before pulling my wallet out of my pants pocket and throwing a few hundred-dollar bills down on the table. “For your trouble,” I tell her before disappearing out of the room.

Marco and the boys are all talking and laughing when I join them.

Marco makes a show to check his big, expensive watch on his wrist. “Wow, was that a record, Luca?” he asks with a chuckle.

“What can I say? She was good,” I lie. Benito gives me an indecipherable look before I tell him, “Time to go.” I grab my suit jacket from the back of my chair and drape it over my arm. Then, to Marco, I say with a smirk, “Apparently, we’re late for dinner.”

Marco bursts into laughter. “Remind me never to get married, boys,” he announces to the room.

Benito and I leave the club, and he drives me home. And I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or what the fuck is wrong with me, but I’m relieved to be going home…to my wife.

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