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Arianna
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I wake up with a start. It’s light outside. I’m confused for a moment before I realize it’s my wedding day.
Dallas comes out of the bathroom. I’m sure he heard me gasp awake. He smiles. “Hey, baby. I hope I didn’t disturb you. I tried to be quiet. You were sleeping so soundly.”
He comes to the bed, climbs up, straddles me over the covers, and leans down to kiss me. “Good morning. Tomorrow, I will call you my wife when you wake up.”
I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. I can’t believe I’m getting married today. I giggle when I release him.
“What’s so funny?” He’s grinning.
I shrug. “It’s just that you’re so old-fashioned about sex before marriage. I can’t believe you’re letting me see you before the wedding.”
He bends his elbows to kiss me again. “I’m not old-fashioned about sex before marriage. I just wasn’t willing to have sex with you before you say I do.”
“And why is that?” I ask as I run my hands up and down his biceps.
“Leverage.”
I start laughing. I know he’s kidding, but either way, it worked. In a few hours, I’m marrying a man nearly twice my age, and I’m a virgin. Insanity. I slide my hands to his chest and toy with the sprinkling of hair. “What if I’m not good in bed? You won’t even be able to get out of this after you’ve signed the paperwork,” I tease.
Dallas lowers his face to my breast, sucks in a nipple, and playfully bites down on it before releasing the swollen bud. “There is no getting out of this for either of us, Arianna. This is forever.”
I lick my lips. “You divorced your first wife,” I murmur. I haven’t put much thought into his first marriage, but the reality is he was married, and he did get divorced.
Dallas drops his body weight over me, pinning me under the covers before he cups my face and holds my gaze. “Arianna Blythe. You are my world. Before you, there was no light. I thought I loved my first wife, but I didn’t know what love was. Now, I do. I’ve said and done things with you I never did with her, and I’ve only known you two weeks. With Beth, I never felt one-tenth of the way I do with you. I never even considered having a child with her. With you, I want a dozen.”
I cringe. “Two. And not in a row,” I say to torment him. I’ll never win any battle with him, and certainly not when it comes to him putting his cock in me. All he’ll ever have to do is kiss my neck and I’ll spread my legs and let him have unprotected sex with me. Any thought of postponing pregnancy is never going to fly, not even in between kids.
Dallas climbs off me, stands next to the bed, pulls the covers down, and drags me sideways on the mattress. Before I can gasp, he bends my knees and pushes my thighs wide. A second later, his mouth is on my sex.
I fist the sheets at my sides and moan.
He sucks hard and fast, driving me to the edge before I can form another thought. Suddenly, he releases me and lifts his head. “You’ll never be able to deny me this pussy,” he jokes.
His mouth is back on me, his tongue teasing my entrance. He’s never even slid his tongue into me, let alone his fingers.
I’m on the edge again, bucking against him in seconds.
Dallas—the master of manipulation—releases me again. “Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit. “How many babies are we going to have?” His voice is half serious, half teasing.
I groan.
He laves at my folds, captures my clit between his teeth, and flicks it.
I cry out when he releases it yet again. “Dallas…”
“How many babies are we having, Arianna?”
I roll my eyes. I’m trembling, consumed by need. “As many as you can fill me with,” I concede.
“That’s my good girl.” This time when his mouth descends, he suckles my clit until I come. Thank God.
