When Natasha sought a matchmaker to get a good-looking man, she had requirements and had told the matchmaker the kind of man she wanted.
"He must be handsome; good looking," she had told the matchmaker last week but while she was on her way back she saw a man risking his life for a child and witnessing how handsome he was. Yes, he was so handsome.
His eyes looked kind of sleepy but they only became sleepy when his face had no expression.
His nose was straight and just perfect, at least to Natasha and his eyes were just wonderful.
She had kissed him earlier without any emotions but his lips on her lips made her feel delicious.
Looking at him as he gazed at her as if he knew she was going to come through that direction, she began to recall how close he wanted to be with her ever since he kissed her.
"I should do it," she said to herself.
Besides, she had asked her matchmaker to give her a man who was very good in bed and she must know how George tasted in bed, especially when he had the kind of physique she requested her matchmaker to add to the list.
His shoulders were huge, wide, and broad, and his chest–she could tell how capable it was through the suit he was wearing and the way he carried her daughter without effort earlier.
Would he carry her that way too? She thought, trying to get Tristan out of her mind.
"I want the man to be good with children," she added to the attributes she wanted in the man she required.
But the man she saw on the road literally risked his life to save a little child. That action made her grow interested in him and here he was standing in a suit as the groom.
Natasha didn't care if he had no status, she just wanted a man she could use and control and would do a good job acting as her husband. He was perfect.
'Now I want him to fuck me,' her naughty mind took over her as he came closer to her.
His hair was brown, matching his eyes, also short, causing him to look super sexy.
His eyes could appear cute sometimes and sleepy sometimes and flirty sometimes and raging sometimes, at least these were the expressions she had seen his eyes make. But did she perhaps see the look of worry through his eyes? No!
Why would a stranger like George be worried about her?
"What happened?" He asked with that look of…was it worry? No, it can't be.
"Why do you want to know?" Natasha questioned him, glancing at her daughter, causing a question to appear in her mind which could change the topic but she sensed that he was about to speak so she waited to listen to what he had to say.
"Why would I want to know, wife?" The side of his lips then curled mockingly with his eyes looking sleepy and his tone sounded as if he was bored. "It is definitely not my business," he got the message and immediately acted upon it.
"How's Rebecca, you've been with her almost throughout the event?"
"Our wedding, not an event."
Natasha raised her gaze at him with one of her eyebrows arched as if questioning him without making use of words.
"She's fun to be with, unlike her mother. Are you sure that you are this little angel's mother?" George teased her.
"I adopted her."
"Obviously!"
Natasha gave him a nasty glance, bringing silence between them but George just turned to his wife's daughter, playing with her hand.
"I want you to fuck me," Natasha announced abruptly after studying George with her eyes, craving to be laid by him.
George was, of course, surprised but he only chuckled and bit his lower lip, giving her that flirty look.
He brought his hand to her chin and teased her. "My daughter is here," he used her words against her.
Gazing at him made her realize that his sleepy eyes didn't only work when he had no expression but when he was being flirty as well.
Natasha didn't give a response, she just stared at him with a blank expression.
"Look, wife, you should pay me extra because it's quite stressful to perform all tasks on the same day with extra effort which you are aware of."
"George!" Natasha called him. "Do you want me to say to everyone how horny I am?" She seemed irritated.
"You don't turn me on that way, wife. Be nice to my goldenrod down there."
"If you keep playing with me, you know I get any dick I want."
"Wife."
"George," she groaned.
George let out a sigh because his efforts to cheer her up a little was to no avail and she was serious about her wanting his groin inside her.
George held Natasha's face and leaned closer to her slowly because Rebecca was still settling on his arm.
He pressed his lips on Natasha's lips gently. "Try turning me on this way," he whispered, making her feminine part twitch.
'Did he just say hi to my…how did he do that?' Natasha was surprised so she looked at him with widened eyes.
George knew so he smirked at her and walked away.
Of course, he was under Natasha's control but he wasn't a toy or a machine, he had to make things fun by making her beg to have his groin, not by asking bluntly.
George thought with a smile as he abandoned the guest in the hall to take Rebecca to her nanny. She had had him for too long, it was her mother's turn to occupy his time.
George found the nanny and gently handed Rebecca to her. "Mama," Rebecca uttered because she didn't want George to leave yet.
"Mama," he answered and kissed her cute cheek tightly. "Please, let me take care of your Mama, she needs me. Rebecca, please understand and if you help me out by letting me go, I'll get you a bar of chocolate. I'm sure you want chocolates…"
"Chocolates!" Rebecca cried, hopping in her Nanny's arms.
"Exactly! So can I go now?" He asked.
"Chocolates!" Rebecca repeated.
"Thank you, sweetheart! I definitely won't forget about chocolates," George kissed her cheek once more before glancing at the nanny who had been watching him, admiring his handsomeness. Her mind had wandered off to thinking and wishing that her madam hadn't had such a good-looking man.
George knew he was good looking so he was proud of it. "What?" He teased the nanny with his eyes and just his eyes made her cheek flush.
"I'll get going," she immediately walked away when she began to panic about her eyes meeting George's and he actually teased her with his beautiful eyes that had long eyelashes every woman dreams and wishes for.
George smiled after she left with Rebecca who agreed to let her mother have her play partner for a while.
George went straight to the room they were in earlier because he believed Natasha would be in the room.
And he wasn't wrong but when he entered the room, he met his wife drinking as if she wanted to be drunk before the lovemaking.
George knew that she wanted sex and was drinking because of her ex-husband but she had made it clear to him earlier that her personal matters were none of his business.
He went to sit in front of her and would have loved to drink with her but he was still on the mission of being clean. It had been two years since he began the journey of staying away from anything addicting. He stopped drinking for a while as he was once addicted to alcohol.
George grabbed the glass of alcohol in her hand, which she was about to gulp and placed it on the tray.
"George," her spinning head fell on his shoulder, he had moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"Wifey," he answered.
"I'm seeing different art," she raised her hand and began moving them ridiculously into space.
George grabbed her hand and brought it to his face, knowing she'd turn her gaze to his face.
"Do you know I hate your beautiful eyes and how thick your voice is?"
"I'm just hearing of that," smiling at her because he knew why she hated it.
"You know why?"
"No, tell me why."
"You…" she wrapped his face with her hands. "You whisper and…" she was feeling too shy to say it. "You make me feel naughty," she admitted.
"Why would you hate me for that?"
"I don't like it when a man makes me feel so needy and you make me feel that way."
"Are you sure? What about your ex-husband?" He asked.
"I don't know. I just want to turn you on so…" she leaned close to him and kissed his lips tightly. "George, I want your D inside my wet Pus…" she began to stammer.
George looked at her from head to toe and the first thing he did was lay her in bed and then he went above her to plant his lips in her mouth
"You get what you want, wifey."