His Second Wife

Chapter 11

~Christopher’s POV~

Despite the fact that I bought out Cooper’s cooperation from our family business, Mark and I have always been friends and Cooper’s cooperation still bid their business ideas to my company, including our family business. I don’t work for my family business. I established my own company years back and, to my surprise, my company is doing better than our family business. One of the reasons I am still grandfather’s favorite, and of course, the old man wants me to run Grayston and family, but I have no interest in working for anyone or for the family business, even though I am the major shareholder of our family business.

Mark was giving a presentation when I felt a hand on my pants. The force applied by the hand made it difficult for me to move. After a while, I felt warm breath brushing against my shaft and that alone made my shaft curl up. I felt a mouth on my shaft and the person under the table sucked my cock into the moon. I felt like I was in paradise. I’m not sure, maybe it’s the minty aspect of the mouth taking me in. Whatever the person was doing was effective; the person was sucking my brains out. As the person blew my brain, I couldn’t stop myself from groaning and grunting. I swear I’m going to fuck whoever is doing this to me. In this fucking game, I have so many rules. Never fuck your workers, but whoever is under this table, I’ll fuck them. I vow I’m going to fuck them. It got to the point where it was difficult to tolerate. No one has ever fucking taken me fully in my 35 years of life. Just who the fuck is under the table? I’ve never been sucked like this before in my life. I’ve always thought that Liam’s mother was a good sucker, but not for the person under this table.

Did Mark bring a hooker for me? I thought to myself.

Why is he not looking at me? My dick was becoming chilly because of the minty shit the person was sucking along with my cock. I was shivering. I’ve never shivered during a blow job. Who the fuck is sucking my brains out beneath this table? I knew I was getting near to my cum. I shouted at my staff.

“This meeting is over!”

One by one, I watched them dash out the door.

When everyone departed, whoever was hiding under the table increased their pace. I could now groan and grunt all I wanted without worrying about my staff.

Oh, fuck!

I erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm I’d never had before in my life. It caused me to groan at the top of my lungs. I could feel my sperm hitting the floor, but then the person scooped it and rubbed it all over my pants.

Now I’m insulted. I was going to draw the person when I felt a piece of paper being stuck on my cock, which I read.

~Christopher’s POV~

Despite the fact that I bought out Cooper’s cooperation from our family business, Mark and I have always been friends and Cooper’s cooperation still bid their business ideas to my company, including our family business. I don’t work for my family business. I established my own company years back and, to my surprise, my company is doing better than our family business. One of the reasons I am still grandfather’s favorite, and of course, the old man wants me to run Grayston and family, but I have no interest in working for anyone or for the family business, even though I am the major shareholder of our family business.

Round one: I warned you. Press conference, you need to fix your shit!

Round two: Is ready and waiting for you at home, husband!!!

No fucking way! No. That couldn’t have been my little wife! No fucking way! I was preoccupied with trying to untangle myself from the piece of paper I was clutching. When I glanced up, my little wife was wiping her lips and licking her fingers. I felt sick to my stomach. The way she licked her fingers terrified me. Then she waved goodbye seductively to me. I glanced at my rod, which was stinging and thumping outside my pants.

“Camille!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I yelled.

I double-checked myself. I couldn’t possibly go out like this. My phone was in my office. Thank goodness for my laptop. I knew Mark might still be around. I asked Mark to fetch me trousers from my office. Thanks for being a pervert. I was just sucked by my little wife. I was seated behind the table in the meeting room when the meeting room door opened and Mark walked in with new pants. I was completely defeated.

“Why do you need trousers, man? What’s the matter?”

“Please set up a press conference for me. I gave him a pleading look.” One thing about us, the Grayston and the Coopers, is we get everything done within minutes.

“All right, I’ll do it, but….oh my God, were you riding solo?”

“Like hell I was!” I yelled at Mark as though he was the one who sucked my brains out. Fuck, where did she learn how to suck like that? I brush the thought aside, “During your presentation, my little wife sucked my brains out beneath the table. I do not know what’s wrong with that little demon of mine. She intended to humiliate me until I corrected Tina’s statement. She had warned me, but I did not know she would go this far. What a little demon!”

My friend just laughed at me. He’s been laughing at me since Camille and I got married, or should I say since that demoness moved in with me.

“Man, your woman has some tricks up her sleeve. I should introduce her to my girlfriend. These are the things she needs to learn from your wife.”

“Are you insane?” That girl is not even 22 years old yet. She will be 22 in a few months. What can a 33- year-old woman learn from a 21-year-old?”

“Chris, show the girl the courtesy she deserves. At least she’s your wife. Fuck her and stay away from the press.”

“She’s upset because Tina tainted her name.”

“Done. Press conference today at 4 p.m.”

I returned to my office to shower. Thank goodness my office has a restroom. I sat behind my desk, gazing at the scrap of paper Camille had placed on my cock.

I didn’t believe she was capable of it. She is just 21 years old and going to be 22. How could she be so dreadful? Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Chris, this is Camille, and she’s 21 years old and you cannot touch her.

I nearly groaned at the prospect of pushing it back into her throat. What was she thinking? Nobody and I mean nobody, has ever sucked me like that. My little wife took me fully in and made me groan out loud like I was just a small boy. No one has ever swallowed me whole. But my wife, on the other hand, gobbled my brains, and that happened in a meeting while my staff members were around. Fuck, it was nice.

Camille is the wife you vowed not to touch. I remind myself that she is 21 years old. I’m not sure how many times I’ll have to repeat it in my head until it sinks in that she’s just a child.

Today was a tough day at work for me. I stared at my watch. It was 4:05 p.m. already. I walked out of my office to make my statement. I didn’t want to wait for them to ask the questions. I’m the one who has to make a statement. I just stood there. Even after what Liam’s mother did, I’ve never been one to disparage women. Nobody knows what caused our divorce since I said nothing to anybody, but that fake breast chick is making things tough for me. To illustrate my point, I cleared my throat.

“Every day, I create news, both good and bad. I’ve never been the kind to come here and defend myself. I came to clarify a few points. Tina Sands was a one-night stand with whom I have no recollection of how she ended up in my bed.

1. Tina, I’ve never wanted you before in my life, and you already know how disgusted I was the following morning.

2. I won’t be courteous if you ever mention my wife’s name again in public.

3. I’m a sucker for large arses and big boobs. Real boobs, not fake boobs. Honey, if you want to be a side dish, I have a full-course feast waiting for me at home. I don’t know you and will leave it at that. You were a one-night stand, and that is the end. If you want to fight me, come to me and leave my wife alone. I hope I make myself clear.

I walked away from the reporters and went home.

It was 7:00 p.m. Liam and Camille were eagerly awaiting my arrival so they could eat. I sat down to eat with my back against the seat.

“Have you had a good day, Chris?”

What the heck? Why am I being called Chris today? What happened to Stopher, man whore? Is there anything more she can do other than what she’s already done?