Page 8 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man
“How much?” He slaps my ass. “How much does my dirty girl love it?”
“So much,” I sigh, wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as I urge him on.
Nick's thrusts grow even harder and faster, his pubic bones grinding painfully against mine with each push.
"I'm so close. So fucking close" I gasp, my body trembling with need.
Nick moves his hand between us, his fingers rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. And then he pinches it, the pain carrying me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me.
Nick doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust into me, each piston harder and deeper. Just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel his cock swelling inside me, and my pleasure builds again. “Fuck, Nick,” I moan. “I’m coming again.”
“You better,” he growls. “You’re mine and you’ll come as many times as I say.”
I lose my breath as another, even more powerful orgasm claims my body.
With a last thrust, Nick cries out, his body shuddering as he comes. His cock pulses inside me, filling me up with his cum. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we ride out the waves of pleasure together.
As we lie there, our bodies tangled together, our breaths fast and shallow, I allow myself one moment to bask in the love I feel for this man. He married me because he thinks it was the right thing to do, the honorable thing to do.
I know he cares for me, but I also know I have to protect myself or I will have no defenses against this amazing man. As wonderful as this feels right now, I must always remember that although what I feel is very real, Nick does not share those emotions.
He kisses me, slowly and deliberate. “Fuck, Charlotte,” he mumbles against my lips. “I don’t even know how to describe how great that was. How good you made me feel.”
“You were pretty great yourself. Definitely A+.”
His low laughter rumbles between us as he flops down on his stomach beside me. He traces lazy circles on my skin with his fingers. “Was I too rough?”
“No, I loved it. When can we do it again?”
He laughs again, pulling me into his arms, and rolling over on his back so my head rests against his chest. “Soon,” he promises. “We’re going to do that as frequently as possible.”
“I’m ready when you are,” I quip.
He smooths my hair back from my face and kisses me. “I knew there was a reason I married you today.”
I laugh, snuggling deeper against his side, while silently wondering how long I’ll keep him interested.
How much time do I have with this man before he decides he wants a genuine marriage with someone else? A relationship built on love instead of honor and responsibility.
Chapter 4
NICK
Sunlight slips past the blinds, striping the room with lazy gold. I blink against the unexpected brightness, consciousness crashing back in slow waves. The bed is still warm beside me, empty now, but the space buzzes with charge, like being outside in a thunderstorm.
Charlotte.
She slipped out just before dawn, leaving behind a faint scent of floral perfume and something softer, something distinctly her own. I wanted to stop her, but she might need some space after last night. As much as I enjoy taking control in bed, I don’t want to crowd her outside of it.
Memories of us fucking still hum in my bones, every touch, every word. The feel of her pussy clenching as she came on my cock.
Fuck, I’m hard again, just thinking about it.
I roll onto my back, gripping myself as I think of her. How she smells, how soft her skin is, how wet her pussy is. All it takes is three thrusts before I go off like a fucking fountain. I groan as I grip my cock, wishing it was inside her instead.
My wife.
Fuck.What have I done?
