‘Should I tell Sam? Would it really be wise to bring him into this when he’s got so much going on in his professional life?’

I kept thinking about if this Gallock person found out that Sam’s wife had an ex boyfriend that killed someone that he’d leave and the whole deal was off. Not only I had something to lose, but Sam did too.

And I didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“Wendy? Did you hear me?” Sam asked, coming up on me and placing his hands on my shoulders. I gave him a blank stare, searching my heart for the wisest thing to do.

My mouth opened. And for a second there, nothing came out.

I closed it and tried again. “Sam…”

“Yes?”

“Um,” I left his small embrace and paced the room again, picking at my nails. “Remember when you asked if I had a boyfriend?”

“Yes. And you do?”

“No, I did. He used to be a boyfriend of mine. But we broke up about seven months ago. He was… abusive.”

Sam limped over to me with his cane and stopped me with his big body from pacing around. “Abusive? How?”

“Well, like any other person would be. Verbal—”

Sam cut in, “And physical?”

“Yes. But that’s not the point. You see,” I walked over to the bed and sat down, “I came home and turned on the T.V. I happened to land on this news station and his face was plastered all over the news for shooting his current girlfriend.”

Sam decided to keep standing and kept his focus dead set on me. He clenched his jaw and a vein popped on his forehead. Seeing Sam angry like this was rare.

“He hurt you, and he killed another person. That’s unforgiveable,” he growled.

“I know. I’m just worried that—”

“That he’d find you. That’s why you were sleeping with that big butcher knife, wasn’t it?” Sam asked, limping over to a dresser drawer. He opened it and dug out the knife I had brought from the kitchen into the bedroom.

Light glinted off of it as he held it up for me to look at.

“Yes,” I confirmed, holding my head down.

Sam dropped it back into the drawer and threw down his cane.

“Sam, why’d you drop your cane?”

I got up and me him halfway to the bed. I cupped his face and he cupped mine.

“I love you. You know that? I’m never going to have anyone hurt you. So I’ll up all my security and have someone sitting on the front and back from now on.”

Tears burned my eyelids and I blinked them away. Crying in front of anyone was forbidden, at least in my opinion. People took it as a weakness. But Sam wasn’t that type of man.

He was my fiance. The perfect type of man.

I was so fucking hot for him that I literally could not wait for the bed. With desire coursing through my veins, I ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Whoa!" He moaned as I met his lips with mine. Sexual fire flowed through my veins and I had to have him. He was so hot. My body trembled. My pussy throbbed and cried out for attention.

Running my hands all over his chest, I kissed his face and neck. His strength came alive under my fingers and I could feel his hot skin.

Without a word, he lifted off my shirt, exposing my breasts. I shivered as my nipples were exposed to his greedy gaze. He smiled and reached for my perky breasts. A soft moan escaped my lips as his strong, manly hands grabbed and kneaded my flesh with his coarse hands.

His rough fingers brushed against my nipples and I threw my head back in ecstasy. He certainly knew how to pleasure a woman. I almost couldn't take it when he latched his lips around one.

The feeling started in my breast and traveled straight to my pussy.

I ran my fingers through his hair and held him close to me. It just felt so good and right. He kneaded one breast while he licked and sucked from the other. Then he turned his attention to the other nipple. By the time he was finished, my pussy was flooded.

We crashed down on the plush carpet, and Sam pulled my panties aside and began kissing me. He started with my belly, paying special attention to my navel, then kissed down past my aching pussy to my thighs. Sam’s soft touches sent shivers through my body. But still he ignored my burning wet core. No matter how much I undulated my hips or begged, he completely ignored my most sensitive, needy place.

"Please!" I begged, breathlessly. “Sam, stop ignoring me!”

"Igonre, what?" He grinned and continued kissing my legs and inner thighs. He ran his hands oh so close to my clit that I actually held my breath hoping he'd touch it.

"Lick my clit!" I moaned, squirming under his expert ministrations. He flashed me a wicked grin, then achingly slowly worked his way to my pussy.

I was so wet I thought he'd have to wear a life jacket. He lapped up all my copious juices - still maddeningly staying clear of my clit. I swear, if he didn't suck it soon I wouldn't be held responsible for what I was about to do.

He had me so hyped up that once his torturous tongue glided across my clit I screamed. I couldn't hold it any longer. I grabbed his head and thrust it down into my sopping wet pussy, so I could feel him better. The pleasure needed to be ten fold.

I had never been more ready for anything in my life. But, first thing's first.

"Bring me that beautiful cock," I purred, licking my lips.

He pushed his throbbing cock up to my lips and I licked up and down his shaft, then plunged my mouth over his stiff cock. He worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, causing me to buck my hips.

Sam held my head still and began face-fucking me, ramming his dick down my throat. I loved how rough he was!

But I needed that damn cock in my pussy.

After fucking me until he was about ready to cum, Sam pulled out and laid on top of me. He played with my breasts while his cock slid against my pussy lips.

"Come on, Sam! Fuck me! I need to feel your cock deep in my pussy."

He smiled and kissed me hotly on the lips. I felt his hard, muscular chest rub against my breasts as his cock teased my pussy.

I thought he was finished teasing me, but no. Sam pushed his cock-head slightly between my pussy lips, then pulled out. I groaned, but he was really in a teasing mood.

"You like that, don't you?" He asked, a huge grin on his face.

I nodded. I needed to fuck. But him teasing me pushed me so high I thought I'd never come down. Finally, he stopped teasing and plunged his thick, meaty cock deep down into my hungry core.

"Oh God, I need you!" I wrapped my long arms around his neck and pulled him down. Then I locked my legs around his waist and held him as deep inside as I could get him. I needed him in me. It felt so right being with him and I never wanted this to end.

Sam worked that beautiful cock in and out of my pussy with masterful precision. His thrusts were so completely perfect that I felt my body was on cloud nine. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me and all I could do was hold on for dear life.

I peppered his face with hot, passionate kisses. Our bodies became slick and the sounds of our love making filled the air. I held him close and smelled his cologne. I loved that smell. It was the scent of a real man. The man I loved.

I held him tight as he thrust in and out of my tight, greedy pussy. I used my pussy walls to great effect, milking and sucking his cock until he couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm cumming!" He cried out and wrapped his arms around me tightly, pinning me to the carpet.

I lifted my hips for him and he sank all the way into my thirsty pussy. I could feel his cock grow harder and thicker. Soon I was going to have every drop of him inside me. A moment later his whole body stiffened and he covered my mouth with his and began pumping his fabulous seed into my hungry pussy. I lost track of the number of times he squirted inside me. He came so much that his cum was leaking out and down onto the floor. I never knew a man could cum so much.

We stayed locked in our embrace for several minutes while his cock spasmed and the last of his cum flowed into me.

After a few minutes of catching our breath, we managed to pull each other up and hobble into the bathroom for a shower.

Sam glanced at the jacuzzi and limped his way over to it while I stood at the shower.

“Want a jacuzzi?” he asked me, motioning for me to come over.

“Hmm, it would be nice. Does it have water jets?”

“Yes. Of course, or else my poor legs would be ripping with pain,” Sam pointed out.

He started the water and the jacuzzi tub filled up with water. I grabbed some liquid soap and turned it into a bubble bath.

His phone went off in the room and I went to go get it.

Sam saw the number and looked at me. “It’s Mr. Gallock.” He answered the call and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi while I stood.

“Hello, Mr. Gallock, what can I do for you?”

There was a pause, and Sam’s face went pale.

“But sir—”

I could hear he angry squabbling of Mr. Gallock. That wasn’t good.

The phone beeped, meaning Gallock hung up.

“What was that?!” I asked, sitting next to Sam.

He closed his eyes and bent over, resting his elbows on his knees.

“It’s over. Benson… he blew it. He told Gallock everything. I thought he was a friend.”

I rubbed Sam’s back and bit my lip.

“Come on, let’s relax, Sam.”

We slipped in one by one, and when we were all situated, Sam pushed open a small inlet on the edge of the jacuzzi behind us that hid two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

He poured us the wine and sipped on our drinks.

“Sam, let’s do it. We can still do it,” I said, holding his hand. His head was bent down, reeling in the sudden loss of his success. It wasn’t the end of the world though.

Sam shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

I chuckled. “Come on silly. Let’s still get married. No matter what happens I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. I made that mistake before, and I refuse to do that again.” I got out of the jacuzzi and stood in front of him proudly with my hands on my hips. He dragged his eyes up at me and frowned. “But you don’t understand. The consequences aren’t going to leave me such a rich man.”

“I don’t care about you being rich.” I pursed my lips and tapped my foot. This was beyond money now. This house wouldn’t be half the luxury it was without Sam in it. His whole aura filled the place with positive vibes. He made it warm and welcoming. Even down to the lemony scent of the cleaners that the house keepers used when they came by silently and did their jobs unseen.

“Wendy. You’re the best thing that has happened to me, do you know that?” He reached out and grabbed the side of my hip, drawing back over to the edge of the jacuzzi. I sat down and cupped his face, smiling at the slight tickle his stubble gave my hand.

Who needed one point two million dollars when you had this? My  Dad was making progress at rehab, Sam was with me again, and for once in my life, I didn’t feel like worthless shit that couldn’t do anything.

That all together was priceless. Sam took my hand and slid the ring off my finger. Soapy bubbles got all over it as he held it in his hand and got out of the jacuzzi. He groaned and grunted, but managed to get down on one knee, his cock hanging between his legs just barely touching the ground.

I licked my lips and didn’t realize he was holding the ring back out to me. Until he said…

“Will you really marry me… again?”

I stood up and held out my hand. “I will.” He slipped the ring back on my finger and kissed my hand. He also brought me in to take another quick lick at my pussy. “You’re still a little cheesy, Sam,” I laughed.

“That’s what you love about me. Let’s not tell Willow about the whole buying a fake wife part. Okay?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. That might be hard to do.” I got back into the warm embrace of the jacuzzi and motioned him to follow.

“Huh, are you trying to say there’s a… small price to pay?”

“Sorta. But it doesn’t involve money.”

Sam pulled himself up and limped over. His cock was now in my face. Oh, the ideas… The ideas.

“Then I think I have what you want.”