Page 7 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man
His smile is soft but sure. “It’s okay. You can say it.”
“I want it all to feel real,” I confess, voice barely above a whisper. “Not just the ceremony. But this.”
He brushes his lips against mine again, slower this time, imprinting a promise. “This is real. I swear it.”
The weight of that promise settles over me, replacing fear with something new—a daring heat that wraps around my chest and flares into warmth.
I step out of the skirt and we fall onto the bed together. His hands explore the lines of my arms, my back, the clever fingers finding the hidden hooks that unsnap the corset. He removes the garment and stares down at me.
“Fuck, Charlotte. You’re fucking perfect. How did I not notice that before?” he growls.
I shiver. The desire I hear in his voice cuts down the barriers I’ve built for so long. “I don’t know. Maybe your vision is poor.”
“I see things clearly now.” A wicked smile adorns his lips, and he bends down to capture a nipple with his mouth. He lavishes it and then captures it with his teeth.
The bite has the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. I cry out, arching against him. “Fuck me,” I whimper.
“Patience,” he chuckles and pushes my torso back against the sheets. “I have a lot more to touch and taste before we get to that stage.”
I moan as his thumbs brush over my nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight to my clit. Nick leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth again. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud.
I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair as he continues to tease and torment me.
His hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers brush against my clit, and I moan loudly, my hips bucking against his hand.
"You're so wet for me, Charlotte," Nick murmurs as he slides two fingers inside me. "I love how fucking responsive you are."
My body trembles with need, and I’m close to the edge of coming. Whimpering, I ride his hand, striving to take his fingers deeper.
“Not yet,” he growls, pulling his fingers out of me.
I moan a protest, but he quickly silences me with another kiss, and then steps away. As he undresses, his heated gaze caresses my body. When he’s finally naked, I can’t help but stare at his cock, thick and hard. Ready for me.
Nick steps up to the bed, his hands grab my hips, and he pulls me against him. As his thick cock presses against my stomach, I moan. "I need you, Nick." My voice trembles with desire.
His body covers mine, and he kisses me deeply. His mouth devours mine.
There’s no give and take.
Nick’s completely in control, ravaging me, demanding my surrender.
I fucking love it.
I press my thighs together and arch my back so my pussy rubs against his dick.
“No you don’t,” he orders. “You don’t come until I say you do. And when you do, I’m going to be buried so deep inside you, my cock touches your cervix.” He adjusts himself so his cock pushes against my opening. I arch my hips, desperate for him to fill me.
He grabs a condom from the nightstand, rips it open and sheaths himself. Finally, he thrusts into me, his wide cock stretching me wider than I’ve ever experienced.
I cry out, half in pleasure, half in pain. My nails dig into his back as he pounds into me.
Each thrust deeper and harder.
Each one sends waves of pleasure that race from my clit along every nerve in my body.
"You feel so good, Charlotte," Nick growls, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me repeatedly. "I fucking love how tight your pussy clenches my cock. How wet you are for me. You love this, don’t you? Tell me how much my dirty girl loves having my cock inside her." He grunts as he pounds into me again. “Tell me,” he orders, his voice low and dark.
His words send a thrill through me, and my body arches so high, only my shoulders and heels touch the bed as I whimper my answer. “I fucking love it.”
