Marry Me Now: An Arranged Marriage Collection
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I loop my legs around his waist and try to do just that. Trust him. I relax, and he inches deeper into me, moving slowly, giving me time to adjust to his girth with each inch he presses into me. Finally, he’s completely inside me, filling me, stuffing me deeper than I’ve ever been filled before.
“Fuck you feel good,” I hiss.
“So do you.” He leans down along me, and starts to draw back a little. I moan in protest at the loss. “Your tight little pussy feels so fucking incredible, Dee,” he murmurs as he draws away.
But I don’t have to miss him long. Another instant and he’s back, thrusting deep into me again, a little bit faster this time, and I buck up against him to meet him, savoring the hot burn all throughout my body, the fire that it stokes in my belly. “Yes,” I moan, head twisted to one side, lips parted. “Fuck me, Jasper.”
“Not so fast.” He tilts my head to one side, runs a hand through my hair and draws it back from my neck. Peppers little kisses all along the edge of my neck, up to the soft spot below my ear, where he nips me, just hard enough to make me gasp. “I want to enjoy this, Dee. Enjoy every…” He pulls out, slow, agonizingly slow. “Fucking.” He starts to glide back in, slowly all over again. “Inch.” He hits home, all the way inside me, and pulls back a little faster this time. “Of.” Then he drives back in, faster still. “You.”
With each thrust, my hips buck up against him, trying to grant him access, to let him take what he wants. Eventually, we find our rhythm, moving in sync, rocking faster and faster as his cock plunges into me, stretching my walls, making my pussy ache with want, with the pressure building inside.
Just when it starts to build to a peak, and my breath is coming in quick bursts, I reach down to grip his ass—his perfectly sculpted, hard as a rock, muscular ass, an ass I want to dig my fingers into and hold onto for dear life—and he stills inside me, all the way in, hips poised over me.
“Don’t stop,” I pant between breaths.
But he just grins down at me. “I told you, Dee. I want to enjoy the show.” With that, he flips both of us, easily lifting me as he rolls onto his back, and swinging my leg around so I straddle his hips, all with his cock still buried inside me.
Before I can react, he reaches down to grab my hips in both hands and rocks me along him, pushing me up and pulling me back down to meet his bucking hips as he does. At this angle, his cock hits my G-spot with every thrust, driving me wild, running along my inner wall and making me wet and tight with want. I clench around him, crying out as the sensation starts to build toward a peak.
“Fuck yes, Dee. Come for me, come on my big cock.” He keeps thrusting under me, controlling my movements, making me rise and fall over him, his hands so tight on my hips that it hurts, but I don’t even care, because the pain is a good one, bone deep, like the ache I know I’ll feel in my pussy tomorrow morning.
I arch my hips and ride him, as he fucks me from below, thrusting up into me hard and fast and deep, until I can’t stand it anymore. The pressure has mounted too high, too fast to control. “I’m going to come,” I gasp, breath coming short and fast. “Fuck. Jasper,” I moan, almost there, so damn close. “I’m coming.” I lose control of my vocal cords on the last word, crying aloud now, as the orgasm sweeps through me.
For a moment, all I can feel is pleasure, all I can see is white hot light. And he keeps going, keeps fucking me, pulling my hips down into his, crashing up against me, as his cock plunges deep inside my pussy again and again, making the orgasm last longer than I knew possible, and then, with another deep, guttural growl, he flips us again, landing on top of me to grab my shoulder with one hand, his other braced against the bed as he thrusts once, twice, a look of animal, desperate lust in his eyes.
He comes with a loud cry, deep inside me, and keeps thrusting, slower now, as the orgasm ripples through his body. I run my hands over his back, his chest, gripping him, pulling him down against me until our mouths find one another again, and his tongue lashes out at mine, and I get lost in that kiss, in his touch, wanting it to never end.
But it does, it has to. He draws back out of me, and a gasp of protest escapes my lips, unbidden. I feel empty without him, even though he just made me come.
I want him all over again, already, even now. What the hell is wrong with me?
As for Jasper, he’s rolling away from me, drawing the condom off his cock. But when he glances at the clock beside the bed, he laughs a little, deep in his throat, as he leans over to throw away the condom.
“What is it?” I ask, craning my neck to see.
I catch a glimpse of are our ruined outfits—my gown a wrinkled mess on the floor, the satin not exactly up to snuff when it comes to us tumbling all over the bed in it. And on top of it his torn suit shirt, buttons surrounding it across the floor. My cheeks flare hot. I forgot about that.
What was wrong with me?
“I don’t think we’re going to make our dinner reservations,” he says, a smirk on his so damn kissable lips.
I glance past him then, and at the clock this time. Wow. When did it get so late? My cheeks warm. “Whoops.”
He grins, apparently not disappointed in the least. “Whoops indeed.” Then he leans back in to kiss me once more, slow and steady. “That’s all right. We’ll call room service.” He pauses and smiles down at me, eyes hot again with want. Same as me. He wants me again too. “But only after I’ve had my fill of you first…”
7
Jasper
God, this woman. I cannot get enough of her.
Even now, even right after fucking her, when most women usually start to lose their shine for me—what can I say?—she still retains it. All I want to do is fuck her again right now, but that will have to wait, at least a little while.
Luckily, there’s still plenty I can do to have my fill of her in the meantime.
I catch her ankles and drag her to the edge of the bed, where I spread her knees and kneel between them. From this angle, looking up at her over the plane of her stomach and the mounds of her breasts, I can’t say I’ve ever seen a sexier woman. I love every inch of her, from her pert nipples to her broad hips, which felt perfect with my hands wrapped tight around them as I thrust into her.
And her pussy…
I spread her lips with two fingers and breathe in her scent, sharper here than ever, yet still the same, still her at its essence.
“Jasper,” she moans, and my name in her mouth, on her lips, drives me crazier than anything else tonight.
I slip my tongue between her lips and trace the length of her slit with the tip. Fuck. “You taste amazing,” I breathe, breath hot against her skin, before I lean in to lick her again, slower, longer, trailing the flat of my tongue between her lips and all the way up and over her clit.
She gasps, her clit no doubt already sensitive from her first orgasm, and I flatten a palm against her stomach, pin her against the bed as I bend down to taste her better, lick every inch of her. I run my tongue along her slit, back and forth, a few times, tasting each edge of her lips, until finally, I circle the narrowed tip of my tongue around her entrance, savoring her flavor, the way she gasps and writhes on the bed in anticipation.
“Jasper, please,” she moans.
I pause, grinning at her impatience. “Please what, Dee?” My eyes flash when they catch hers.
She swallows hard, wets her lips with a flick of her tongue before she speaks. “Please, make me come again.”
“And how do you want me to do that, Dee?” I ask, playful, though I make sure to blow hot air along her slit as I speak, making her shiver and twist in anticipation.
“I want… you to eat me out.” She catches my eye, holds it. “I want your tongue inside my pussy. I want you to lick my clit until I—”
She doesn’t finish that sentence, because I take the chance to plunge my tongue into her pussy. She moans aloud, and her hips buck up to meet me, so her whole pussy is spread against my mouth, there for the taking. I press my tongue as deep into her as I can and draw it ba
ck out, slow and hard, curled to rub along her G-spot as I do. She cries out faintly when I press it, and I circle back, running the tip of my tongue over that spot again and again as she bucks beneath me, until I draw my tongue back out of her pussy with a soft, wet smack, and press her back down against the bed.
I pin her there with one hand and run my tongue around her clit, teasing the edges, while my other hand presses inside her. I curl a finger in her pussy, stroke it along her walls, as I tongue her clit with the flat of my tongue, not too hard, not enough to send her overboard, with how sensitive she is right now.
Each time, she gasps and bucks against me and calls my name, begs me to never stop.
I don’t want to, either. I want to go on tasting her and driving her wild for as long as I can. I love this, love her taste, love driving her so wild she forgets where she is, what she’s doing. I want to make her wild like this every night.
I want to make her mine.
Finally, when I think she’s had enough, I pull back and tongue her again, slow and steady now, until she cries out, her whole body shaking, and her pussy tightening around my finger still deep inside her. She convulses, writhes, but I don’t stop, not yet. I keep going, slide my finger out of her pussy and replace it with my tongue again, licking her deep and pointed, right on the right spot, until she comes a second time, her breath gasping, pussy twitching around me.
Finally, I draw back, my lips and chin wet with her juices, and kiss my way back up her stomach, her breasts—pausing to give those some attention, first one and then the other, savoring the perfect handful size of them and the way her nipples harden at my touch, so sensitive, so reactive. Then I trail up farther, kissing her neck, her jawline, finally her mouth, where she can taste herself on my lips. I swirl my tongue around hers, dance with her, as she arches up against me, still hungry, still wanting.
Which is good. I’m not done with her yet.
We part from the kiss, and I smirk down at her. “How do you taste on my mouth?” I ask. “Because if you ask me, I think you taste fucking incredible.”
“Mm. I’d say you taste better,” she replies, with a quick glance at my groin, and my cock throbs, already semi-hard again from my mouth against her wet pussy, and growing harder by the second. Especially now that she’s looking at it, reminding me of the first thing she did the moment my pants dropped—trailing her tongue along my length. “But I didn’t get a good enough taste last time,” she says. “So I can’t be sure yet.”
“Well then.” I lean back on the bed, arms above my head, and grin at her. “Feel free to have a second taste, for comparison’s sake.”
She grins back at me, then leans down to kiss my neck. My chest. My abs, tracing her tongue over the grooves of my muscles. “Mm… All right,” she says, eyes alight with mischief. “But only for comparison’s sake.”
“Of course,” I agree, smirking.
By the time she reaches my cock, I’m fully hard again, solid as a rock, in the way only she’s been able to make me do so fast again, so soon after a fuck like that. But then, everything with Dee has been surprising from start to finish. Surprisingly easy, surprisingly sexy. Surprisingly hot as hell in the bedroom.
All I want to do is spend forever in this room, figuring out just how surprising we can make things.
She swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock, teasing me, tasting me, and I can tell by the way she eyes me that she’s nervous about my size.
“Take it slow,” I tell her, but as soon as the words have left my mouth, she defies them, the way only Dee seems to constantly be able to do.
She leans down and wraps her lips around me, sudden and swift, the pillows of her curved lips looking and feeling fucking amazing wrapped around my smooth cock. She inches her head down, and I reach down with both hands to run them through her soft, golden curls. I tighten my grip, enjoy the view of her breasts dangling underneath her as she bends over me, dipping her head down. Before I realize it, I’m clenching her hair in fists, but she only smiles up at me, eyes on fire with desire. Her tongue flicks along my underside, strong and targeted, flicking over the vein there, tracing its length and driving me wild, as she eases herself farther down my cock.
I can feel when she thinks she’s done, when she pauses, unsure of herself, whether she can go any farther.
“Relax,” I tell her, my voice low. And then I pull her head down a little farther, hair still wrapped in my fists. “If you want me to stop, just tap my leg,” I say, but instead, she tightens her grip on me, both hands clenched tight around my thighs like all she wants to do is devour me whole and take home the blue ribbon for best blow job.
I have to say, she’s well on the way toward earning that.
I feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat, and I expect her to tap my leg now, surrender, but she pulls herself forward, deeper, and I pull her down against me in response, feel her throat relax and loosen to accommodate an inch of my cock, before she pulls back again, half a second later.
“Fuck, Dee,” I murmur, as she slides back up my length, triumph in her gaze now. “You are fucking phenomenal at this…”
She slides right back down, only a low murmur in the back of her throat in response. A murmur that sends a shockwave through my body, as the hum transmits itself from her mouth and around my cock. She laughs when my cock tenses and jumps between her lips, and then she keeps humming, as she starts to rock back and forth, and adds her tongue in to the mix.
“Your mouth is almost as hot and wet as your pussy,” I comment with a smirk.
With each thrust that she takes me into her throat, I feel my fists tightening in her hair, my muscles tensing as I rise, faster and faster, toward another peak. Before long, I’m fucking her face in earnest, drawing her down against me with abandon, unable to control myself, wild with lust. And she loves it, still making throaty moans in the back of her throat that only add to the tension, and swirling her tongue around my base.
“You like that?” I murmur, low in my throat, as I pull her against me another time. “You like when I fuck your throat? You like feeling my cock in your mouth?”
She murmurs an assertive, and I suck in a gasp through clenched teeth at the vibrations again.
But it’s when she reaches between my legs with both hands to grasp my balls, gently tugging on them, toying with them as she continues to suck me into her throat, that’s when I really have to brace myself.
“Fuck, Dee, I’m getting close.”
She bobs her head faster, and I thrust up against her, forgetting about everything but her lips, her mouth, her perfect fucking body, those breasts of her swaying with every thrust.
“I’m going to come.”
She tightens her lips, lashes her tongue against me.
“I’m gonna come… in your… throat,” I groan, teeth gritted.
She swallows around me in anticipation, and that does it. I grab her face, pull her against me as the wave hits. I feel my cum shoot down her throat, and she swallows again, again. Fuck this girl is incredible. Finally, when the last pulses of my cum have gone, I release her, draw back enough for her to let go of my cock, lean back, and then bend down to flick her tongue over my length, cleaning up every last drop, any she might have missed, and licking her lips, savoring it.
“Fuck, Dee,” I manage.
She just grins at me, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I reach up to grab her and pull her down along me, then roll her over beside me. This time when I kiss her, it’s me I taste, mingled with the taste of her mouth, her lips. The whole room smells like sex and our sweat, and I swear there’s never been a better scent in the world.
I don’t know what the hell I’m getting into here. All I know is, I don’t want out of it anytime soon…
* * *
I wake up to the blare of an alarm clock, dazed, my head swimming. It takes me a moment to register the warm body in my arms, and another moment to remember last night. Everything.
I guess that changes when I’m up late. Up all night, really, being distracted as hell by the gorgeous creature dozing in my arms, apparently undisturbed by the alarm clock. I reach out with my foot and try to turn it off without moving her, but I miss, and there’s a crash as it clatters onto the hotel floor.
I wince and glance at Dee, but she hasn’t even stirred. Deep sleeper, I guess. Gently, I disentangle myself from her and ease out of bed. Then I crouch on the floor and slap the alarm clock off, and put it back on the nightstand.
By the time I sit up again, Dee is mumbling in her sleep, rolling over, and then blinking at me, bleary-eyed. She hesitates, a faint crease appearing between her brows, as if she’s having the same issue I did waking up this morning—a brief short-circuit before we remember everything that happened last night.
Then she smiles, and relief floods through me. “What are you doing down there?” She reaches out and nudges me with a toe. “Weirdo.”
I climb back into bed. “Just saving us from a rude awakening.” I bend down to kiss her bare shoulder, and then shift the covers to expose her waist, as I roll her beneath me and kiss her collarbone next, then the gentle slope of her chest leading down between her breasts, to the flat little area between them both. I flick my tongue along there as she sighs under her breath.
“Still not satisfied after last night?” she asks, a smirk on her face.
“Hmm. No, actually.” I tilt my chin up to rest on her chest and grin up at her. “Oddly, as satisfying as last night was, I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with my fill of you.”
The words hang in their air between us for a moment, full of other unspoken things. Comments I know she must be tempted to make, such as ones about the business side of our situation, or complications.