Abby
I looked at myself in the mirror as I remember last night. I couldn't remove the smile from my face, I was Mrs Brando and he held the most important thing for a girl, her heart and my virginity. I guess he holds two things, I loved last night and the way he touched me. He had seventeen years on me he knew what he was doing and not even I could explain what he did to me last night.I touched the love bites that he left on my neck. I smiled at the bites, touching them softly, moaning at how they came upon my skin. "Did you enjoy last night?" I nodded as I saw my husband behind me, he came towards me and wrapped his arms around me, as we both looked at the mirror. "Was last night your first?" I nodded once more, hiding my blush. "Well, we'll need more of those nights won't we darling?" I instantly became weak, I was grateful that Marlon held me in his arms because I'd probably faint.
I turn to face my husband. "How many girls can say that Marlon Brando holds their virginity." I chuckle, and he smiles at me. "I hope I'm the last one, Marlon," I begged. "I want you all the time," I whispered as he gave me another smile, placing his hand on my cheek and pressing our lips against one another.
Marlon pulls back looking me deep in my eyes. "I can cancel everything I have to do today if you'd like me to." I smiled, blushing a deep red. "I could spend all day in bed with you making our child." I blushed even harder, I loved last night but I was a musician this is the kinda thing that I write music about.
"I'd love nothing more but I have an album to do." I smiled. "Save it for tonight, and I promise you I'm all yours tomorrow." I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him.
"When can I hear you sing this album, I want to hear it before you release it." I pull from him and turn to face him. "I will hear it before you release it won't I darling?" I gave him an unsure look, shrugging my shoulders.
"Marlon, of course you will." I giggle. "You'll be the first one to hear it." I continued, placing my hands on his chest, moaning at the feel of his chest. "Holy," I whispered, forgetting that he was still standing there. "I have to go before Edward has my head for being late." I paused, but Marlon held me in place before I could leave.
He pulled me in close and kissed me. "I'll see you tonight darling." I nodded, removing myself from him and walking out of the room. I leaned beside the door, breathing heavily thinking about what just happened. "Who would have thought this could happen with someone twenty years younger than me?" I smirked, I knew what he meant. He and I are in the same boat when it comes to that.
"Yes, who would have thought Mr Brando," I whispered, touching my lips. I knew he had a movie on and I knew it was One Eyed Jacks, which is another reason as to why I didn't want him to stay home. I wanted to see One Eyed Jacks, that's one of my favourite films, the girls and I were going to watch it the night well the night this all happened.
I hadn't realised that Marlon was on the phone until I heard the name John Wayne. "Yeah she is my wife and we have done that, if you must know." I paused, wait a minute how come John Wayne was mentioned? "Yeah, John Wayne, Dean Martin, Gregory Peck, Elvis and unfortunately Frank." I paused, I forgot that they had some sort of beef. "Well let's hope they don't do a song together." I peeked through, who was he on the phone with? "I managed to get her birthday last night, well she was at my beck and call last night." Ouch, that wasn't necessary.
"I want to surprise her, I know it's not a part of the contract but she's a sweet girl." I paused. "I know it's only a contract to fuck and I've been doing that if you must know, but if we do these things Abby could be more willing to have a child because she thinks I care for her, I mean I do but, anyways I don't know why I'm explaining this to you." Marlon pauses for a moment, I have a tear falling doing my cheek. "Hang on I'll make sure she isn't listening."
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Salvatore {M.B}
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