They had gone on for all night, and collapsing on the bed only due to fatigue. Kelly was insatiable, and to her luck, it seemed that, Ethan was inexhaustible, strong like a bull. She woke up, her eyes tearing to the ceiling, her body entwined into his on the bed. He was asleep, but not for long.
Oh how long had it been since she once had a man in her bed drive her like this, or have a man enter her as Ethan had done, and did rather marvelously, that her head spun and she smiled, strangely happy to have experienced the magic of last night, and wanting to experience it again. She was a sex addict and was never lacking of a lover who she stationed to always satisfy her urges. None of the so-called lovers had ever done half of what Ethan did to her that night.
She rolled over and then kissed the neck of the sleeping Ethan. And when he did not wake up, she bit it. The pain, mixed with pleasure woke him up immediately and he remembered where he was; on the bed of a nymphomaniac.
"You've had all the time to sleep," she whispered into his ears quite slyly. "You were incredible last night. Even far more than I had expected. But I want you to do it all again this morning. I want it all again."
He wondered to himself if he still even had strength to stand up at this time in the morning. But he would not need strength. All he needed was her lip on his dick, and he would be up once more.
She got down to his lower body and grabbed on to his penis. He could only watch the ceiling as she pleasured him with those lips and tongue, taking him into her mouth fully, her eyes watching in dim pleasure as he let out moans and groans with every stroke from her mouth on his dick. She slurped and sucked and let her eyes roll back in pleasure as though taking him into her mouth stimulated her as well as he fucking her did.
Soon Ethan's dick was as hard as it had been in the night.
"Good," she said to herself, drowned by lust and everything that it came with. She got up and went on top of him.
By now, Ethan was already strong and energized, able to hold her up as she bounced every second on his dick, letting breaths of moans escape her mouth, as she threw head back in pleasure.
He grabbed her breasts, the same once he had been looking at yesterday. She was right for one thing. That he would get to see it even more. They galloped and bounced at every time she went up and down on him, plunging herself to be penetrated by his penis at every bounce.
He immediately took over, grabbing and locking her in with his muscular arms and made the force of his thrust become even more potent than it had been before.
"Yes!" She screamed. "Give me more. I want more." She screamed as loud as she could. Her moans penetrated the walls.
Ethan now made the thrusts shower and rhythmic. She couldn't handle it anymore, and finally orgasmed once again, like a bomb had gone off inside her.
"You're mine forever," she said, grabbing on to him. "Nobody ever took me this deep."
When they were done and finished with resting, she announced to him, "Today we will be going to meet my parents. I will be introducing you to them as my fiancé. So you have to look nice."
He did not say a word, he only reacted in the way he felt normal to do. As anyone could tell, he was still unable to say anything about it.
She reached into her purse and brought out something. It glittered from the corner of his eye. A ring. A fine diamond ring.
"You are going to propose to me," she said to him, passing the ring to his hand.
They got dressed up not too long from then and they moved outside.
She called some photographers to rally around to take pictures of them.
He was surprised at all of this, amused even, but not shocked. They were outside now at the beach side, backing up the sea roaring behind them.
"Will you be my wife?" He knelt down to propose with the ring in his hand. A lot of spectators gathered around, and flocked to them, amused and happy to see such romantic gesture.
Along with the camera men she had called in, other ones joined in too. So called lovers of romance.
"Yes," she said. And he drove the ring around her finger.
The crowd of romance lovers around them cheered, and she rose up and kissed him. It was a striking romantic affair, for those who did not know. And for those who knew, it was much more, which numbered just Ethan, Kelly, and a few photographers.
At the end of the day, she took the photos and flooded them into her social media pages. And did not need to do that really as it was already trending from the numerous people who took photos. She just needed to make it believable to her parents.
It was dinner night at the Redmond's household. It was one especially set up for a particular event.In the morning of that day, Noah Redmond, the head of the Redmond household and his wife, Stella Redmond, had seen some strikingly unbelievable photos of something they had never thought would become real till the day they got into the grave. But the pictures looked real, and became even more real when their daughter, Kelly had posted it herself.That night at the dining table while they waited for her to come home with the man she was getting married to, Stella the mother said, “So your elder sister is getting married. And we don't seem to know who the man is. Does any one of you know? I'm very concerned about this."Brie, Kelly's younger sister, sat across from her mother with her own fiancé. A man that went by the name Drew Declan, a successful businessman from a family recognised as one of the leading political dynasties in the country."Of course, I wouldn't know. Who in the hell
Ethan was now seated on the dining table. And just as he had expected. There were a barrage of questions that he needed to answer. The family did not disappoint in their questioning. They kept on with it, he was not even able to catch a moment's breath without a question flying his way."So, Ethan," the father began after sipping from a porcelain cup. "You do have a full name right? Tell us."Kelly remembered then, which was a little bit too late that she did not create a a fake name for him. She tried signalling to him but before he could detect that he had already spilled."Ethan McKenna. My surname is McKenna." "Ethan McKenna huh? I have never heard of such a name. Who is your father?"That was the question. The one that could have a grown man cry because his father is actually nobody. Kelly was dying inside of her at this point."His father died when he was rather young," Kelly rushed in to answer. She had already fucked up for not thinking or asking about the details of his past
The jewelry shone brightly as Ethan beheld it against the light flooding through the window. "This is a pretty one," he said. "It should look just right on Sandy's pretty neck." He sighed as soon as he uttered those words. He was a mere janitor who couldn't afford such luxury for his beautiful wife. A feeling of sadness perched right on his shoulders weighing him down. For some reason, mentioning his wife brought more gloom than joy to him."I wish I could get this for her," he mused, and sighed once more. As though his words had summoned her in, the door opened immediately and revealed his wife, Sandy coming. There was a brief flash of happiness on his face, but his eyes peered closely at her. There was a man behind her and he was holding her hand from behind.She had a devilish grin on her olive colored face, framed by wavy hair at both sides. But she did not look at him. Rather she walked past as though he was as invisible as air."Sandy," he called out. She ignored his words lik
"If you know that you don't want to get hurt or killed, don't move," one of the masked men said menacingly.Sandy could not hold back her fears, she screamed immediately as she saw them and hid behind Matthew. Kelly was speechless. She did not know what to do. It was her shop and she believed that they were nothing but robbers, and judging from their weapons, they were all dangerous. Each one of them held one. Ranging from bats, to knives, and the one who had spoken, held a gun."Please, the shop is open, you can take anything you want but please don't hurt anyone." Kelly begged with her hands over her red hair, even about to kneel down in the process."Now, that is interesting," said one of the intruders, the one with the gun. "We do not want any of your fancy jewelry. What we want is of far more importance. What we want, is you." Ethan twitched from hearing that information. His body almost moved on his own but he stayed still. These people were still dangerous. A wrong move coul
Ethan was perplexed by the situation that he had landed himself. It felt as though she had said something he had totally misheard. He had to ask for more clarity."Are you talking to me?" He asked, unsure of the red haired woman's intentions "Yes, I am talking to you. There could be no one else I would be talking to here, except you," she said. Ethan was speechless. Sandy watched from a corner, still reeling from the slap she had sustained from Kelly. Even she could not believe her ears and eyes, let alone, Ethan.Ethan looked at her, she flipped her face away in a spiteful manner, although she was filled with jealousy at the time. He sure as hell was tired of the way his wife treated him, but leaving her, was a different story all together. One that he was not ready to write or embark on. He had a good relationship with her father ever since he saved the man years ago and in return, the man arranged for him to marry his only child. But as for Sandy and her mother, they couldn't be
"I can't believe we were thrown out like that," Sandy said in rage as she walked out of the jewelry shop with Matthew. "I am never going to come to this shop anymore. I swear by my name."Matthew did not say anything. Although he was angry as Sandy, he was more embarrassed than he was angry, and so kept his rage sealed within, his hands caressing his nose every now and then."And you," Sandy called out, referring to Matthew. "What was that about? You said you were an expert in martial arts and then beaten like a dog right in front of me who you are supposed to protect. Worse is, you even hid behind me. Meanwhile Ethan... that Ethan... You know what? Forget it." She was still overwhelmed with jealousy, and the fact that her now ex husband was now with a woman richer, and far more prettier than her made her heart almost explode in resentment. "I can't believe all of this is happening to me," she whispered to herself, away from the hearing of Matthew. "Why am I getting jealous over so
"What's all of this supposed to mean?" Ethan asked, clearly dumbfounded and surprised at what he was seeing from the documents. "Is it not clear enough?" Kelly asked in a soft tone that still came off as very intimidating. "Please don't tell me I made a wrong choice in choosing you." Her words sounded like a joke as much as they were serious."I mean it is clear, but why?" He asked, unable to hide the surprise glued to his face. Kelly sighed once more. "What you're seeing there, my dear future husband, is a contract. A marriage contract. And as you have read, you will be paid handsomely for it. About a hundred thousand dollars per month just so you fulfill your roll as husband in my life. Do you understand it now?" Ethan was speechless. What word would he have said to actually explain what he felt. It seemed far better to keep a mouth shut so it doesn't say anything that was not quite able to capture the moment."As expected," she continued speaking. "I knew you'd be speechless. I
What was he supposed to do with that information? He felt as though he had gone to the kind of heaven some men dream of, but instead it was ruled by a she-devil, not angels."I'll see what I can do with that," he forced himself to say, lacking in his mouth anything that wouldn't come out forced or weird. She shook her head and he left soon.On the way out of the office he saw an alert on his phone. He had been sent money by her. Immediately he also received a text from her. "You must have seen the money I sent," the text read. "That is for clothes. I think you don't have any good clothes to wear, and that is such a shame, because I will not let you go dressing around me like a janitor. You need to be presentable because I will be taking you with me to go see my parents."He put the phone in his pockets after reading the text. He pinched himself on the arm, probably to ascertain that the entire day was not a mere dream that he would wake up from soon enough. It was not a dream as he