“I didn’t think you would.” I put my hand on her lower back. “I’m not reading it.” I walk to the kitchen in search of something to eat, but as always, Deanna follows.
“Ahem.Schedule A — Spousal and Familial Support. This is the good stuff, Prime, so please pay attention.”
“I’m not listening.”
“For the duration of the marriage and continuing thereafter without regard to divorce, separation, or the death of the Husband,—“
“Wait a second. I’m paying for your shit even from the grave?”
“Damn right.The Husband shall provide for the full financial maintenance of the Wife and of her parents, Rosa and Vincent Esposito, including but not limited to housing, medical and long-term care, and all reasonable living expenses?—“
I cut her off again. “Hold on. That reasonable living expenses language is pretty vague.”
“No kidding.” Her eyebrows arch. “I thought you trusted me?”
“I do trust you,” I snarl, walking toward her. She dances out of my grasp as I try to take the paper from her hand. “But I’m also not paying for your yearly trips to Bali.”
“Oh, I like that. I should add in a vacation subclause.” She hurriedly scribbles as she keeps moving from my reach.
“Deanna, darling flower, I fucking swear?—“
“It keeps going.—for so long as each of them shall live. This obligation shall survive the termination of the marriage by any cause and shall be binding upon the Husband’s estate, heirs, and assigns.How’s that sound?”
“Sounds like you’re saddling my kids with this shit.”
“Pretty much.” She pretends to pout. “Or do you meanourkids?”
I stop chasing her. My pulse rockets at the idea of thrusting deep between her legs, fucking roughly into that tight, heaven-tasting pussy of hers and coming with a roar.
“I want to add some wording to that stupid thing.”
“Awesome. This is what we’re here for.” She returns to the table and sits down, her back straight, and finds some space on the documents. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”
I clear my throat and try to summon the best lawyer-bullshit language I can come up with. “The Husband reserves exclusive rights to the Wife’s tight, beautiful pussy, at all times, in all circumstances?—“
“Prime!”
“And the Husband retains the ability to use said pussy for whatever carnal, sinful, beautiful, and otherwise incredible gratifications as he sees fit.”
“I’m not writing that.”
“I have more, don’t worry.” I start pacing, getting into it now. “In event of any disagreement, the Husband requires all fights to end with sweaty, filthy, scream-filled fucking, including sloppy oral sex on the Wife or the Husband, or ideally both at the same time, as benefits each in the Party.”
Deanna’s mouth falls open. “Sloppy oral sex?”
“The Husband requires the Wife to suck, drool, lick, slurp, and otherwise orally please him, and will repay in kind at least three—no, five times per week. The Husband prefers to fill the wife’s pussy with a large, realistic toy?—“
“Toys?!”
“While she sucks his cock and moans with his dick deep down her throat.” I loom over her, smirking. “Shouldn’t you be taking notes, darling?”
She shakes her head as if clearing a dream. “You’re not a serious person.”
“I’m deadly right now, wife of mine. I want a vigorous sex life, and since you’re my only partner now?—“
“Who said that?!”
“—I expect you to be well prepared.”
