I AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY

JACKSON COOK

Jackson all this while was in the bathroom, and this seems like the biggest test of my life, as I panicked harder than a woman in labour.

I’m not coming out of this alive. I predicted breathing hastily. “Honey, are you back?” I yelled weirdly at the top of my voice so that Jackson, my lover, would understand my message.

“Yes, I’m back, honey. Why did you lock the door at first?” He asked, but quite not in a suspicious way. “Nothing, love. How are you? I'm so happy to see you,” I said to him, smiling and trying to avert the topic.

“I’m good, honey; you missed me a lot while I was away, right?” He asked. I grunted firstly while he wasn’t looking before I gave him a reply: “Why not, honey? Of course I did.” “Your trip was cut short; why?” I asked my husband, sounding a bit weird and unlike me. “Were you having such a good time without me?” He asked.

“No, no, no, you know that’s not possible. Kellerman, I'm just curious, honey, that’s all. I spoke with so much indecisiveness. If Jackson hasn’t come out now, I’m sure he understands that his boss is back, and hopefully he’s not caught; that's when my heart will probably be at rest.

“Rose, let me take a shower so I can rest afterwards,” Kellerman said as he pulled his clothes on while putting on his towel. Oh my goodness!!! My heart skipped like a hunted deer as if someone had just put a bullet right through it for a second.

I looked beyond my shoulders trying to see if Jackson’s clothes were on the bed, and I felt a bit relieved in my state after Jackson had taken his clothes in a rush with him to the bathroom.

“Kellerman, no,” I almost yelled, sounding a bit suspicious to myself. “Is anything wrong, Rose?” He asked me a bit confused with the way I’m acting right now. “No, no, it’s just that I’m… I just made you dinner, and it will not be nice if it eventually gets cold, and you don't likewise get to taste what I specially prepared for you, I said, trying to cover up my route.

“And I have something so urgent also to share with you, babe,” I said, all in a bid to persuade my husband to leave our room quickly so that Jackson can never be caught.

“Okay, fine, what meal have you prepared? And what is that little secret you want to share with me that’s so urgent I cannot have my bath now?” He said, but still having no clues about my antics.

We laughed over it as I gave him a kiss on his lips, as he had finally walked away from our room to the sitting room.

“Rose, I’m starving; I can't wait,” he yelled slowly. ”Okay Kellerman, I'll be quick,” I replied to him swiftly.

I went into the kitchen feeling dumb and pacing around for a minute before I dished a meal made by one of my maids to serve him. “What did you plan on telling me earlier?” My husband asked after complimenting the meal he thought I made myself.

“I’m pregnant, Kellerman, I said in a quick outburst, thanks to my mind reflexively active. “Oh my God!!!! Are you for real?!!! You’re gonna give me an heir,” he stood up with joy from his chair and gave me a heartwarming hug.

When he was finally done eating, he went to take his bath, and lo and behold, there was no trace of Jackson as he had made his way out.

The next morning, my husband took me out shopping, and as we went to the zoo, we watched the animals do their thing and also visited McDonald’s restaurant later to have a taste of their sweet candies.

I was given the spoil of my life right now. “You’re so beautiful, Rose, and that’s why I married you,” Kellerman said with joy as he was so excited about his unborn heir.

“Do you like the stuff I bought for you and the unisex clothes bought for our baby on the way?” He asked, looking so concerned only with the coming of his unborn heir. “Of course, and why wouldn’t I?” I replied to him as we kissed.

The next morning, he had gone out again to work, and now I and Jackson have the whole house to ourselves.

I sent a text to Jackson apologising for the inconveniences the other time, and we should probably try it out again this time around, as I promised him that we will never be at the brink of being caught again.

“Kiss me, Jack, kiss me, and make me feel like a woman again, please,” I said, rubbing all over Jackson’s body as his d**k is so good and satisfies me ten times more than my gay husband.

Jackson threw me on the bed and gradually took off his clothes and mine too.

“Oh Rose, I’m going to whip your p***y so hard with my good c**k,” Jackson spoke into my ears softly, as it made my p***y more wet and slippery.

Jackson climbed on me, hitting me so hard in a missionary style. “Harder, harder, please,” I moaned aloud as my chauffeur seems to be a better p***y fixer in the past few days than my husband has ever done in his entirety.

“Yo!! Are you enjoying my c**k, Rose? Is it right where you want it to be?” Jackson said with excitement as he drove me wild beyond my imagination.

I heard my door creaking open; it was my husband, to my wildest surprise, as he was in the very moment to catch us in the middle of the act.