*GASPS* Let's hear from somebody new...*grins evilly*
~23~
CPOV
I dreaded the weekends.
Dreaded knowing it would be two days with Isabella, pretending.
My actions made me no better than the common whores I sought my pleasure from.
No better than the whore now knelt between my legs, swallowing my cock.
I truly cared for her, always had, but I couldn't feel for her as more than a daughter, at best a young female companion.
I'd had no business luring her away from her sheltered life.
But I'd needed a cover.
Needed a bride that society would deem acceptable.
As CEO of my company, I earned my respect by being perfect.
Perfect physique.
Perfect bank account.
Perfect mansion in the Cayman's.
Perfect young, beautiful wife.
Too bad I was anything but.
As my jizz erupted from my cock, I looked down and saw the emptiness my life had become reflecting back at me from his eyes as he gulped down my offering.
erm, surprise!