We came back to the states and our lives fell into a routine. She went back to her lame ass job at a real estate agency in the next town over and I went back to what the fuck it is I do. Which is nobody’s business.

The luxury car dealership I’d opened to make the world think I was a legitimate businessman could run itself for all I gave a fuck, but I noticed a strange thing once we got back.

Being around her Pollyanna ass was having a strange affect on me. She made me want to be better and shit. I started to see the world through new eyes.

Now that I didn’t have the cover of my anger to hide behind I started looking at her, at us, and what the fuck it is that I had done.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret one fuck I did. But I don’t think I’d thought this shit through. For one I didn’t expect to feel shit for her, not like this.

A pussy is a pussy as far as I’ve always been concerned. I’ve never been attached to one of those shits or the legs they came attached to, so being married to some strange didn’t matter much to me. But I’m fucked if I wasn’t hooked on hers.

Those first few weeks it took some getting used to being back in the town where everyone knew what had gone down between me, and her sister.

Me being the colossal asshole I am I hadn’t given much thought to what that shit would be like for her. Until I started noticing her stooped shoulders and long face whenever she came home in the evenings.

“Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you?” I pulled her into my chest that Friday of the first week we’d been back. It was the first time outside of bed that I’d approached her like this.

It wasn’t because I didn’t have those annoying ass tender feelings towards her, but because every time she got close I ended up fucking balls deep into her.

But that look on her face was the first time in months that I felt like committing murder. Again, nobody’s fucking business how I live my life. You do you I’ma do me.

‘Talk to me. What’s with that look? Somebody fuck with you?” She shook her head against my chest but her arms got a little tighter around me.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I heard the first sniffle and my mind was already going to the safe in the closet for my nine.

I pushed her head back and saw the red eyes and sad puppy dog look and my hackles rose. “What the fuck happened to you? And don’t tell me nothing because that’ll only make this shit worst.”

Interpretation. Tell me who the fuck put that look on your face or I’ll level the whole fucking town. The asshole’s bound to be among the bunch whoever he or she is.

“It’s nothing really. I just didn’t expect people to whisper about me all around town.”

“What people, what are they saying?” Tyler you fuck. You should’ve expected shit like this to happen.

“I’m a laughing stock. Everyone knows you only married me to get back at Tammy, that you don’t really have feelings for me.” Who the fuck is Tammy? Oh the sister.

“Who’s everyone?” I wanted to ask her if that’s what she thought as well, but why bother? Why the fuck wouldn’t she? I haven’t exactly had that conversation with her.

“Just…everyone.” She put her head back on my chest and I kissed her hair. Domesticated fuck! I didn’t press her because it didn’t seem like she wanted to talk. Something I was gonna have to work with her on. I’m not used to my orders being disobeyed.

But from that night on I made sure to show this damn town how wrong they were. I started by taking her shopping the next day. Where better to see and be seen than the town square on a Saturday morning?

After that, dinner out twice a week, some surprise drop-ins at her job to take her to lunch at least once a week and always having my hands on her wherever we happened to be, had shut them the fuck up.

Her sister was apparently being pissy, which I wouldn’t know about firsthand because I steer clear. It was a good bet the next time I see that bitch I just might end her.

At the beginning of our second month together is when things started to hit their stride. She was getting used to having me inside her every time I looked at her.

She’d gone from zero to sixty in the sex game and she handles that shit like a champ. As for me, I was getting used to this husband shit. I did it for her.

It’s one of my new deals where I’m learning to put her before myself. The shit isn’t as hard as I thought it would be, because it was her.

One rare night we were sitting watching some mind numbing shit on TV. She was sitting up under my arm like the couch had shrunk and I realized she liked being close to me.

In fact I’d noticed for someone whose life had basically been fucked on the head because of me she was damn accepting.

I looked down at her face, highlighted by the glow from the TV. She’s a pretty girl, in fact when she’s not doing her turtle in a shell bullshit she’s downright gorgeous.

“How’re you doing?” She looked at me like I’d grown another head. I wasn’t usually the talkative type and this is the longest time we’d spent awake in this house that I didn’t have her on her back or knees.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how are you? Anyone still bothering you?” My trigger finger was itchy like a motherfucker. This going straight shit takes getting used to. If not for her I’d probably have headed back to Chi-town by now.

“No, everything’s fine.” She turned back to the TV and I turned her face back to me. I studied her face and eyes, making sure she wasn’t lying to me.

She started breathing like she was having an asthma attack and a quick glance down her chest revealed her hardening tits. I knew this shit wasn’t gonna last. I tried!

I pushed her back against the armrest and lifted her shirt, pushing her bra up over her tits so I could put my mouth on her.

The shit looked uncomfortable so I just took it off along with the shirt and tossed them both to the floor. Her body was still slight and fragile, at least in my mind, but I was working on feeding her ass.

I held her waist and lowered my head back down to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth until it pebbled on my tongue.

Her legs started rubbing together against my chest and I grabbed her panties and tore them. “You don’t need to wear those around the house anymore.”

I pulled her legs over my shoulders and got down to doing what I love best. Her pussy is always ready whenever I approach her.

Wet, hot, with that scent that makes my dick hard enough to tear down her damn walls. I lifted her ass and looked into her pussy as it winked at me.

I teased a bead of cunt juice out of her with my finger and fed it to her, pushing her boundaries once again. I made her lick my finger clean before dipping it back into her again for more of the same.

Only when her eyes got that smoky hungry look did I give her my mouth. I’ll never get enough of shoving my tongue into her. Or the way she fucks herself on my mouth once she gets over being shy.

I like pushing her past her comfort zone. So when I was through eating her pussy into submission I climbed up over her and teased her lips with the wet head of my cock.

She’d barely learned how to suck cock in the last month and though she still had a ways to go, she wasn’t bad at making my boy happy.

“Lick it like I showed you.” She licked the pre-cum from the swollen head of my cock and the shit jumped on her tongue.

“Now suck my cock like a good girl.” She likes that good girl shit, it always makes her laugh. She sucked just the tip between her lips and teased me, but my growl had her getting to it.