Page 17 of Her Big Bad Mistake

Fifteen minutes later, Damon and Becky were married. They sat in the limo and Damon told the driver to take them to a jewelry store that would be open. He needed to get her a ring.

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In the back of her mind, Becky knew she needed to slow down and that all she was doing wasn’t just the alcohol. She had just married Damon Chet, a guy she’d only known for a couple of weeks. She may be in love with him, but marriage was a big step. She stared down at the massive diamond on her ring finger. She washed her face and took a deep breath before she opened the bathroom door and went out to her husband.

Damon lay on the bed in just black boxers. His arms were crossed behind his head and Becky zoned in on the flexed muscle. He had a Celtic tattoo design and two hockey sticks and a puck on one arm. The other arm had a motorcycle and names. He sat up when he saw her and she slowly walked to the bed. She hoped she wasn’t too flabby for him. She’d seen the women he’d been with and none had been as big as her.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He moved further down the bed to her and Becky sighed when she looked down and saw the evidence of his attraction. When she was at the end of the bed he pulled her onto it. He moved her so she straddled his lap. His hands rested in her hair and pulled her head back to take her lips to his.

Becky moaned and any thoughts she had of this being a stupid idea faded as his hands trailed down her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts slipped from the cups holding them and Damon slid the garment off her. His lips left hers and she fought for breath as he gave feather-light kisses down her neck and stopped at her breasts. He licked one, then did the same to the other before he circled it and sucked it into his cool, wet mouth.

Damon spread her legs and his hand slid between her thighs. He moved her thong to the side and explored her pussy with leisurely strokes. Becky panted, unable to catch her breath as Damon’s touch drove her crazy. No other man ever had her feeling like this. She arched her back, enjoying the feeling of his rough digits as two slid into her core and pumped in and out as he sucked on her breast.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He looked at her. “I’m going to taste you. I’ve imagined tasting you for weeks.” He laid her back on the bed and settled between her thighs. Becky was nervous. No one had ever been down there and done what Damon was about to do. He slid her panties down and she helped.

Damon settled between her thighs and heat crept all over her. She felt like she was burning up. His warm breath over her pussy had her heart racing. The first touch of his tongue had her letting out a squeal and moving back. Damon gripped her and moved her back down to him. This time she was more prepared when his tongue swiped over her. It felt strange, like nothing she’d ever felt before, but in a good way. Needing to hold onto something and unsure of what to do with her hands, she gripped the sheets as his exploration become more intimate.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the tingling sensations coursing through her body. Damon’s tongue moved up and down and she clenched her thighs when he sucked in her clit. One of his fingers slid into her pussy and he moved it in and out as he sucked and licked her.

Becky could feel her orgasm close to the surface. She felt like she was about to burst. She pushed up, needing more. “Damon. I need to come. Make me come.” He growled against her and the vibration shot through her and tipped her over the edge. She came apart, arching up and letting go. For a moment she just lay there basking in her bliss. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked down as Damon kissed his way up her body.

“Angel, I need you now.” Damon’s mouth came down and the taste of herself on him surprised her and she deepened the kiss, eager for more of him.

Becky felt the mushroom head of his cock at her entrance as he pushed into her. Damon was bigger than she’d had before. She’d only been with one other man, so she supposed that wasn’t hard, but even with her wet he had to take his time to get it in. Becky wrapped her legs around him and he thrust into her. She gasped as the deepness brought new feelings. A burning need within her spread, tingling through her. Her body came roaring back to life and her orgasm built quickly in her already sensitive body. Becky pushed up, meeting him as he drove into her over and over. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around Damon, needing to hold him to her. Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for breath as she gripped him closer.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a better sight. This has never felt so damn good,” Damon panted out as he pumped into her with almost a frenzied need for release. He closed his eyes. “I can’t watch you. I’ll fucking come if I do.”

Becky wanted to come again. “I’m so close. What do you want me to do?”

Damon let out a guttural groan. His head buried in her neck and he sucked on her just below her ear. She exploded as his action sent tingles of pleasure coursing through her whole body. “Damon!” she screamed.

He grunted against her and his head came up, and he pulled almost all the way out before he thrust in and yelled his own release. He held himself above her for a moment before his arms gave way. He lay on her and she drew circles on his back.

“Mmm, I liked that. It’s never been like that before. Thank you.”

Damon gave her a gentle kiss. “Don’t thank me. It was my pleasure, really. Rest, because I’m waking you again when I regain my strength.”

Becky giggled. She could get used to this. She held him tighter to her and let sleep take her.

Damon sat onthe bed, watching the rise and fall of his wife’s chest. Wow. He couldn’t believe he’d married Becky last night. It felt right, though. She wouldn’t leave now. He would look after her.

Becky was sound asleep and didn’t look to be waking any time soon. His stomach growled and he glanced at his phone and messaged Jacob and Caleb, telling them he’d meet them for breakfast. Damon was going to eat, then he would tell Jacob what he’d done with Becky and hope Jacob wouldn’t get too angry. Jacob would forgive him when he saw how happy Becky made him and how good he treated her.

Leaning down, he brushed Becky’s hair off her face and kissed her. She moaned, “No more. Give me some sleep.”

He grinned as she batted his hand away and he slid it down her body. “I’m going to get some food, angel. I’ll be back.”

“Mmm.”

She was so beautiful with her hair in an array around her, her lips puffy from his kisses and her nipples peeking out from the covers. He was a lucky man.

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Becky awoke to find herself alone in bed. Her body ached and she groaned as she felt the stickiness between her thighs. Great, just great—she’d had sex with Damon finally, but it had been unprotected. How could she have been so stupid?

Her head throbbed and she had to go to the bathroom. At least she was the only one in the room, although she should have expected that Damon would leave her once he got what he wanted. She thought Damon would have stuck around after last night. “Argh, I’m attracted to douche bags,” she moaned into the empty room. Why did he bother wooing her and taking her on dates if he was just going to flee in the morning?

She closed her eyes and took in a couple of deep, calming breaths. God, she sounded like a bitch. What was wrong with her? She didn’t act like this. This was supposed to be a fun holiday. She wasn’t meant to fall in love.

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