I tapped the blunt end of my finger against the desktop, the ache in the bridge of my nose as it healed a reminder of how that fucker had humiliated me.

I fantasized about how great it was going to feel when I buried a bullet in that fucker’s skull after my men broke his bones.

Yeah, it was enough to get my cock hard.

But I was all about the long game.

Immediate gratification did nothing but get your rocks off in the moment.

I knew the first time I saw Charlie I wanted her.

She was everything a woman should be.

Petite but stacked.

Feisty but delicate.

And I was going to make her my wife.

It’d been a Tuesday when she’d walked into McConnell’s looking for brother, Tommy.

I hadn’t even noticed the kid training — too scrawny, too soft for any kind of real future in the ring — but the kid had wanted it bad.

He’d had that desperate hunger that sometimes made up for lack of talent but Tommy hadn’t been the prize find that day.

Even though her brother had outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, she’d come into the gym all filled with piss and vinegar, ready to drag that kid out by his ear if he didn’t listen.

Some of her red hair had escaped the messy bun to caress her jaw with lazy curls.

God, instant erection.

And at my age, that was saying something.

Don’t get me wrong, I fucked plenty of women. I had a harem of pussy but none of those cunts were marrying material.

What could I say? I guess I was old-fashioned.

It was time for me to settle down, have some kids.

And I wanted Charlie for the job.

I’d tried wooing her.

The little bitch flat out turned me down, returned my gifts and called me a ‘dirty rat bastard’ for being part of what was wrong with Detroit.

I loved a challenge.

But it soon became apparent, Charlie wasn’t going to budge.

I had to show her that I meant business, that it was best for her to open her eyes and see what I was offering.

The kid wasn’t supposed to die.

I just wanted to hurt him a bit to show Charlie what was at stake.

But the kid hadn’t been cut out for the ring.

Hell, Tommy Williams had been doomed from the day he’d walked starry-eyed into McConnell’s.

Was that my fault?

Was I supposed to bear the burden of every stupid kid’s decision?

Fuck that.

I was a businessman and business was good.

Like I said, time to take a wife.

Settle down.

And nothing got my dick hard as stone than thinking of bending my sweet, succulent Charlie over my desk and ramming her so hard her teeth ached.

I wanted to bury myself so deep inside that tight pussy that she screamed with each thrust.

I wanted to wrap my hands in that thick mass of red hair and ride her like a well-trained pony.

My cock swelled painfully.

I unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock free.

Hehehe…not bad for sixty-five.

The thick, mushroom head beaded with a tiny drop of precum.

So eager.

In perfect timing, Bonnie came in, sashaying her fat ass over to me. I loved her tits and ass. Most days I fucked her in the backdoor and she fucking loved it.

But today, she was going to suck me dry.

“You haven’t come to see me,” she pouted, coming around the desk, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.

Her giant tits bounced free, hanging like thick, sweet fruit.

She shimmied out of her skirt, revealing that hot ass, a black thong eaten by her buttcrack.

“Show me how much you’ve missed me,” I told her, holding my cock steady for her. “Remind me why I keep you around.”

It was a mean taunt but fuck, I didn’t care. My whores were just wet and ready pussies, no matter how lovely or depraved.

Not like Charlie.

Charlie was pure.

Like a good wife should be.

The minute Bonnie’s lips closed over my cock I closed my eyes, picturing not Bonnie but Charlie sucking me dry.

It didn’t take long before I blew a nut, a healthy spurt of baby batter right into Bonnie’s hot mouth.

She swallowed like a good whore, pleasing me.

“I’ve missed you,” Bonnie purred, wiping her mouth with a slow, lazy motion, drawing attention back to her pouty lips. “No one can give it to me like you, baby.”

I chuckled, caressing her jaw absently.

As much as she liked it in the ass, I was shocked she didn’t shit herself every time she sneezed.

But, hey, I wasn’t judging. Bonnie was always down for a good time and that kind of woman was golden.

I would probably keep Bonnie around, even though she was older than most of my girls.

I’m not sure I wanted to soil my sweet dove with sordid ass play. The mother of my future children deserved better.

But Bonnie…she would take whatever I would give her.

That kind of loyalty deserved to be rewarded.

“You’ve earned something pretty. What do you want, sugar?”

Bonnie smiled and said, “I could use new brakes on my car. They’re getting kinda squeaky.”

“You got it,” I answered, feeling magnanimous. “Take your car over to Ricky’s and tell him I sent you. He’ll take care of you. Throw in a tune-up, too.”

Bonnie nodded, blushing as she rose to redress. “Thank you, darling. You’re the best.”

And then she let herself out.

I smiled, satisfied, all tension released from my body.

Things were going to work out just fine.

I tucked my spent cock away.

Time to get to work.

I just loved when things turned my way.