Rejected Wife Of The President

Prologue Ohhhh Yeah… Mmmmm… Yeah, baby, I love it! I f*****g love it! You make me feel so good, baby. You know how to touch me, you make me feel so good. Oh, yeah… That’s it, right there baby I f*****g love it.” I moaned excitedly. His lips is enclosed on my n****e, sucking on my engorged bud, while his fingers were pumping into me, creating a rhythm that was pushing me close to the edge, making me lose the ability to form any words as I kept moaning out softly. I’m tempted to moan at the top of my voice, but that would give me away. I had to pretend to sound like Sarah, that is the only way I can get my husband to f**k me. He kissed me so passionately, thinking he was kissing my sister, Sarah. It was better than I had dreamed of, better than I had ever imagined. I reached up to caress his cheeks and pull my hand through his perfect hair, but he grabbed my hand and held them above my head. He capture my lips in a passionate kiss, sucking on my lips and tongue. The room has already been prepared for our wedding night, it is so dark because I turned off all the light, but he is my husband, and my first love so I know everything I need to know about him. He is so f*****g handsome, so gorgeous. I’ve never felt this way before, he had never made me feel so good. I know I want more of him, I want him to do more sinful things to me, I want to feel his d**k buried deep inside my hole as he takes my innocence away. “Look, Sarah … You don’t want to do this, you need to…” he tried stopping me, calling me Sarah instead of Valerie. It’s hurts to hear her f*****g name, but I have to bear it just to be with him. “I’m burning hot, Trav... Just shut up and f**k me already. I need to feel you inside of me. This may be my only chance to…” I stopped talking before I said something we would both regret. I know if he was not drink, he would have asked more questions, but right now, he is too drunk to think straight and he thinks he is with the love of his life. While the wedding was on, he had caressed and pleasured me with his finger and his lips, making me feel so good in front of everyone. I thought he has finally accepted me as his wife, but I was wrong. He simply wanted to get his family and mine off his back. Our marriage was arranged by our parents, his father wouldn’t give him his share of the family fortune if he didn’t get married to me. So he had no f*****g choice! He wouldn’t even touch me when we got back to the room. He made it clear to me that he would never forgive me for what hat I did to him and he walked out of the room, leaving me all to myself on out wedding night. I had no choice, I love him and I want this night to be perfect. He may hate me, but he’ll love me if I’m carrying his child. So I ran to my pretentious sister and I pleaded desperately for her to hang out with him and get him drink. I begged her to flirt with him and make him believe that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. There is no way he would refuse her, I caught him starting at her all night, ogling her cleavage’s. So I know how badly he needs her, and that is why I know that he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Besides, there is no much different between my sister and I. We are almost the same height and our body shape is the same. Just that our hair and face structure differs, and I’m a virgin whereas she has been married for a few years now. She tried to turn me down, claiming that she doesn’t want to have anything to do with him. But that’s a lie and I know it. I see her looking his way when her husband is not looking. She wants him, but she is just cleared of what her husband could do you her if she dares to cheat on him. After pleasing for a while, she finally did it. I watched from a distance, and I saw how easily she seduced my husband, making him as happy as a teenager on a first date. I thought she would betray me and screw him, I think she really wanted to. But for some unknown reason, she held back and led him back to our bedroom, back to my arms. “f**k… Me… Travis!” I let out in a whisper, bucking my hips to meet his. He pulled my cloths, ripping off my thong in a hurry, and I lifted my hips, making it easier for him to take it off. He was out of his clothes and boxers in a few seconds and he positioned himself between my legs. He kissed me, his hand caressing my thighs until he got to my p***y cheeks, he parted my lips, dipping his finger into my dripping wet p***y. “Mmmm… You are so f*****g wet,” he muttered with a groan. My mind was trying to tell me something, but my thoughts are all jumbled up, I couldn’t place it. He lined his c**k into my hole, and just as he is about to penetrate, he said the words that I was trying to recall all along, “Wait… The condoms… Get the condoms.” he let out firmly, and my heart skipped a beat. I don’t want condoms, I want him to bury his seed inside of me, I want to carry his child in my stomach. “We don’t need condoms Trav, it’s going to hurt me if you use condom.” I complained, trying to sound as innocent as I could. “Don’t you worry you pretty head about it, I’ll never do anything to hurt you, you know how much I love you.” He said coercingly, trying to convince me. “No, my love. We don’t need it, lets just satisfy our cravings. You know how much I love you, and we both know that we deserve to be together, it’s what we both want. Besides it’s my first time, and I want it to be special, I want you to be my first, Trav ” I coerced him, making him groan in excitement. “I’ll protect you, my love. I’m not that little kid that was bullied and cheated in the past. I’m rich now, I can protect you. But you don’t need to lie to me to make me fall for you, I’ll pleasure you as much as you want, whether you are a virgin or not.” he responded with a smile, trying to make me feel good, or rather, trying to make my sister feel good. His word sounded so strange, if I didn’t know better, I'd say that he already knows that I’m a virgin. But no, that’s impossible, he has no f*****g idea. It’s just that he really believes that he is with Sarah. He is trying so hard to please her and make her happy. He’s may be drunk, but he is certainly not stupid. He knows that Sarah is married to his half brother. They have been married for some years now, and there is no way in hell that his brother would not touch her all these years. So he knows I’m lying, I mean, he should have doubted my words when I claimed to be a virgin. But he didn’t, because to him, my sister is just too perfect to lie. I could have blamed it on his drunkenness, but that would be me Just trying to console myself with lies because deep within me, I know he believes every damn word I say now because he thinks it is his precious, perfect Sarah. Because he believes her and wanted to please her, he was so damn caring and loving to me. When he was about to penetrate me, he warned me politely about the pain, and when I felt the pain, he kissed away my pain and worries. He was so gentle, so caring and he made love to me in the most passionate way. He put my feeling first, and he satisfied my every desire, bringing me a mind-shattering orgasm that made my legs shake as I shivered in ecstasy. I let him fall asleep, then I took away the soiled mattress from under him, letting him sleep on the bare bed before sneaking out of the room, I’ve never shared his bed after our first night, and he refused to touch me, leaving me a virgin, or so he thinks anyway. After that wedding he shut everyone out completely. He was practically forced to visit his own family, and yet he refuses to set his eyes on them. I’m just lucky to see his daily in his office. He rented a penthouse in the center of the city and he abandoned me in the house that he inherited from his grandfather. He visits the house once or twice a month, he only shows up to stop the media from spreading fake news about our lives and our marriage. Deep in my heart, I know that he still loves my sister, and he would do anything to get rid of me and steal her from her husband. But I never gave up on him, I’m still his wife and I do everything I can to make him happy. Just to see him every day, I formed a habit of taking lunch to him in his office. But that always breaks my heart because I always meet him screwing one of his secretaries or business partners. I heard a rumor that he is going to divorce me soon, and that is why I am plotting to get him back home again. I want to make him come back home when I know Sarah would be around as well, and I want to trick him to f**k me so I could get pregnant. I’m hoping my tricks save me from my ruthless husband. I mean, he won’t kick me out if I’m pregnant, right? I know you are wondering how my life became so miserable and how I got myself into this sham of a marriage. Well, let me take you back to how it all began…