Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

I groaned as my hangover pressed against my skin and skull. My hand is resting on what seems to be an ass. I fought the urge to open my eyes as I remembered shit. What the fuck did I get myself into today? My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled. I was drinking and Candice was at the same bar. I really can’t end up with Candice. If I ever fucked her, I might as well die.

Is my hand resting on Candice’s ass? Naa, even in my drunken state, my cock wouldn’t even perk for Candice. My body doesn’t react to that woman. I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. Where am I? At least I’m convinced it was not Candice I fucked last night. I removed my hand from the ass and rubbed my temples to soothe the pain I was experiencing in my skull.

I look over at the honey-blonde woman sleeping next to me. I raise the blanket, and I’m completely naked, and so is she. I took her in.

Gorgeous eatable ass.

I turn my head slightly to the side in order to have a better glimpse of the wholesome butt floating in the air. That is absolutely something I could bury my face in. I’m sure I did. As well as my dick. I chuckled at the idea of burying my face and dick on the butt next to me. I watched as she rolled over and gave me a full view of her breasts. That is something I could suck on all night long. I know I did, and I’m sure I slid my cock between those sisters as well. Her nipples were standing up from the coldness and her legs spread slightly, giving me a peak of what I fucked last night. Fresh, bare pussy. l like. I dipped my finger into her dripping pussy. I could fuck her all night long. I looked at her nightstand watch, which read 5 minutes to 1 a. m. I hurriedly pressed my face on her twins while pinching them. I hear a phone buzzing on the floor, and I scramble to pick it up.

Me: Hello

There was a pause on the other side of the line. I knew it was my wife. It has to be Lola, my wife. She can’t sleep. She misses me, but pride prevents her from admitting it. She wants to punish me. But I think it’s enough now, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare her off. I exhaled a sigh.

Me: Lola, are you there?

She’s probably wondering how I knew it was her. She always called me late at night with no caller ID and said nothing most of the time. She has been calling me for the past two years. I have a feeling there is something she wants to tell me. I often wonder whether she started sleepwalking because she would call and then hang up. Lola, however, has never sleepwalked before. I could hear her breathing becoming more strained. She was hesitating about something.

Me: Tell me where you are. You can’t do this to me, Lola. You are my wife!

I cursed under my breath, knowing that she would panic, which she did, and quickly end the call. I didn’t bother tracing her because I’d been tracing her calls for the past two years and they were untraceable. I sighed and turned to face my one-night stand. I smacked her huge butt. She was facing the other side of the bed with her pussy in full view for me to take. I feel helpless thinking about my wife not wanting me to find her. One thing I know is that I am not divorcing her. I slid my cock into my one-night-stand pussy and she moaned in her sleep. I couldn’t get enough of the way her hot pussy wrapped itself around my cock. She started wiggling her butt for me as I thrust my way deep into her pussy. She was wild, shoving my ass into my thighs and thwacking our skins like a frenzied beast as I pounded her from behind. She finally woke up and climbed on top of me. She was a freak in bed. A good fuck as well. Too bad she had a butter face. I really don’t want to see the face right now because it would be a turn off. I forced her to lie on her stomach. I took her from behind again, this time slamming deep into her. I slammed my cock in and out, making her scream in glee. I swung back and forth as her hot cunt engulfed my dick, strangling it with my release gushing to my tip. Though my thoughts were elsewhere, my body was bursting with thumping, thumps clattering around in overpowering pleasure. Lola flooded my mind like a cyclone destroying the earth. My one-night stand began bucking on my cock as if her life depended on it. As my muscles strained in the last seconds, I slowed my pace and pounded it into her harder. With one more harsh slam, I burst into the condom. Then I slept with my cock still buried deep in her massive butt.

The following day, the buzzing of my phone woke me up. My head was hammering as I gently opened my eyes. When I saw the caller ID, I frowned because I knew I was late for something.

Me: Hello

Lev: Mr. Monroe, we have a trip to Ozark.

Me: Okay, except I don’t know where I am.

Lev: It’s all right, Sir. I know exactly where you are. I’ll take care of the paperwork. I’ll send someone to bring you some clothes.

Me: No, Lev, come get me. I’ll take a shower at home.

Lev: Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes.

After thanking Lev, I sought to find my boxers, which I had thrown someplace in the intensity of the moment the night before. When my gaze returned to her massive buttocks, I wanted to bury my face in them again. Nice ass! Well done, Dante. Smirking down at her, I gather the rest of my clothes and slip them over my body. I tried to find the door and, to my luck, I found it and slowly opened the door without waking her up and walked outside to find Lev waiting while shaking his head. The drive to my house wasn’t long.

I hate this. Mr. Clark sold me the hotel, but I had to repair everything. I offered that old man money to fix up the hotel to my taste, but it’s taken years. It’s no surprise that the hotel never worked for him. He is too slow for my liking. When I saw Lev, he was all set for our vacation at Ozark. I’m not sure why I bought the hotel; it’s nothing compared to the properties I own and invest in now. That hotel is sucking the life out of me. I sighed, collected my luggage, and dashed to my car. We arrived at New York International and immediately boarded my private jet for Ozark. Now I have to face that annoying woman. I mean, I always make it clear that she’s not my type and that I love my wife. She almost forced me to have supper with her and her kid the last time I was there. Damn, I can’t do that. Hell, it’s not happening. Since she is only an agent, she must confine herself to professional matters. Fucking her is off-limits. I don’t mix business with pleasure. I think I’ve been nice. I have to put her in her place. I’m not looking to fuck some Ozark slut. Hell no!