Dirk relaxed into me even more and the weight of his body pressed against mine. As I rubbed his nipples, he gave out light moans, bare sighs.
“That feels good, Reg…” He trailed off as I continued to rub his chest and abs. Was he about to say Reggie?What the fuck?
“Regina? The Doc? You said you only did this with Chastity.”
No answer. He had fallen asleep. I could feel the Irish blood in me boiling. I couldn’t lose him and if I did, there was no way he would finish ten visits with Doctor Sex Bitch.
Whenever I got pissed like I felt now, there was only one cure. I needed a fuck.
The Librium hadn’t softened his cock, but it and the wine had put him to sleep. This might work.
I could comment in the morning about his limp dick. Try to humiliate him in the morning. He wouldn’t know it was a lie. He might not even believe me, but for some men, any doubt was like a poisoned pill.
His cock stared back at me like a primal serpent begging me to do something. It could satisfy my need to fuck this anger out of me.
I wiggled out from underneath him and let him slide off me into the pillows behind me. I propped some pillows underneath his head in the middle of the bed. On his back, his cock pointed up like a tent pole in his briefs.
I removed his briefs and took his erect cock into my mouth. The sensations that shot through me with just his cock in my mouth made my pussy ache for him to be inside me. It became slick with my saliva as I slid my mouth up and down on his length.
It was even harder in no time. I could just suck him off. That would be very satisfying. No, I needed to feel him inside me.
I straddled him, pulled my thong to the side and with my other hand guided his fucking missile of a cock into my silo. Even I appreciated a good military analogy.
In no time, I was moving forward and back. With my hands on his chest, I slid my clit against his pelvis as I ground slowly atop him. I pulled my breasts out, not for him, but for me. Pinching my nipples with one hand and steadying myself on his chest with the other, I rode my sleeping billionaire.
While I liked it rougher, the thought that I was in control and the sensations that came with it washed over me at the same time as my clit signaled my body to orgasm. So as I fucked him slowly with long, slow sliding motions along his cock, the orgasm built and built. When I finally came, it was a euphoric state I could only equate to walking down a fashion runway and seeing hundreds of eyes admiring me.
My head still spun as if I had been fucked hard and rough by Stu and I collapsed on Dirk’s chest, breathing in sharp gasps. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt a dizziness in my head.
Fuck, that was hot.
As I fought to catch my breath laying on his chest, brief thoughts of guilt entered my head. I knew men were supposed to have consent, but we were husband and wife. Consent was implied. Right?
In the end, I didn’t really care. It wasn’t the first time I’d fucked a sleeping partner. My needs were important too.
Somewhere in my heart, love for Dirk still existed, but it seemed a distant memory. I could almost understand why Dirk would want a divorce. The more distant I had become with him, the more he reciprocated. Perhaps I could save the marriage, but I wasn’t sure I would ever see the love we experienced when we first met.
Plus, I didn’t think I had it in me to do the things needed to close the distance between us. I was too much of a bitch. I knew that about myself.
Right now, I needed to convince Dirk Baxter that he needed to stay with me because no other woman would want to fuck him. If he believed he couldn’t perform in bed because of his age, then he might just settle for staying with me and supporting my lifestyle. If that didn’t work, then I had to keep him from seeing the Doctor Sex Bitch for his remaining visits.
I was going to have all of his fortune as his wife or settle for nothing less than the fifty million that I deserved.
Chapter23
Watch Your Back
The weekly visitationwith Trey and Monica went well, considering they held it in Richard’s quest house and a social services counselor observed for the entire hour. Wednesday’s had been determined to be the best day to do the visitation. Not because of my schedule, but because of Richard’s and social service’s schedule. I had to reschedule all of my Wednesday afternoon appointments to make it here by four.
I was careful not to make promises and to enjoy the time I had with them. Their hugs I cherished, as well as wiping away their tears. I assured them they would be okay with their father. I tried to stay present and focus on them, but a part of my mind fumed over being in this situation and not really knowing why.
Sure, I had danced at a strip club twice, but it was amateur night both times. I wasn’t a professional. I did not derive my income from it and even if I did, why is that a reason to take my kids away? Many of the real dancers had kids and from what I could tell, they were great moms. Hell, I was a great mom.
Certain tiers of society, though, had different standards for what was acceptable. I was no celebrity, but my husband was the most powerful real estate agent in the LA metropolitan area. He could afford the best lawyers and his justice insisted on different standards than the average worker in LA.
I only danced to reassert my agency. To do something I loved and something that made me feel good without worrying about repercussions from my husband, let alone the courts. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out that way.
Richard met me in the driveway as I was leaving. My anger was near the boiling point. I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to talk to him, so I hurried to my car.
