His Virgin Bride: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Kara Hart

  Erica

  Late at night, in this motel room, I’m thinking of the dirtiest things. Flesh on flesh, collars around the neck, hands grabbing thick waists, his lips kissing down my body… I’m the hottest I’ve ever been, now that I’m away from the terrible reality that was my life.

  Walker’s voice on my voicemail keeps playing in my head. I wish I had the nerve to call him, but I don’t. When I think about doing it, I feel too embarrassed. I think of myself falling yesterday. I think of Darrin smiling as I pulled out of the driveway. I’m such a wreck. There’s no way Walker will ever want me and, frankly, I’m not sure if I even want him. Well, I want him, but for how long? How far could we even go with that?

  “He’s a rebound,” I hear Renata’s voice in my head. “A booty call.” The whole thing kind of grosses me out. I mean, what is the boyfriend experience anyway? Is he an escort? Does he get paid to fuck these women?

  Finally, when the clock hits ten at night, I’ve got the television going. Some bad 80s action flick is playing, while I surf on my laptop. I hear my phone vibrate again and my heart skips a beat. Do I answer it? I just stare as the phone lights up with his number.

  I grab it and hold it in my hand. I try to calm down and then I answer it. “Finally,” he says. “You answered my call.”

  “Are you an escort? Because if you are, I can’t see you,” I say.

  He laughs. “Right off the bat? Is that how you start a conversation?” he asks.

  “Sorry,” I sigh. “It’s been a rough few days for me and I’m not really used to talking to someone like you.”

  “I’m not an escort,” he says. “How do I explain this? I offer women an experience. Sex is not included. I take women out. I’m a person who listens to their feelings, someone who tells them stories and jokes. Sometimes they want me to comfort them. It’s quite an easy job, actually.”

  I think it over for a second. The whole thing is just so alien to me. “Listen,” he says. “If you’re going to judge me for what I do, I can hang up right now. I’ve got all the money I need. I could be out right now, making even more money. I don’t need to deal with an uptight woman like you.”

  “I am not uptight,” I say. “In fact, I still want to do that trade we discussed.” The words just come out.

  Still, the arrogant bastard just laughs at me! “No can do. Sorry,” he says. “That chance has flown away.”

  “Flown away? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I ask him. “You owe me for my bumper.” He’s making me feel so shitty about myself. I keep going back to how I left my house. The tripping, oh fuck me. And now this? This is chalking up to being the worst few days of my life.

  “You’re not getting the experience,” he says. “That’s for old bags with no hope left. As for the bumper, I’ll pay you for that. Don’t worry. I just want one date. That’s it.”

  “One real date?” I ask him.

  “That’s all I’m asking for. The experience thing… it’s not real. It’s an act I do,” he says.

  “I see,” I mutter, feeling a little strange. The sound of his voice is enough to keep me on the phone. It’s handsome. It’s powerful. It says, “I’ve got a big cock and I know how to use it.”

  “When I crashed into you the other day, I knew I had to ask you out. Then, when I saw you at the party, walking into the women’s bathroom,” he pauses for a second, before continuing, “you don’t even want to know what I was thinking.”

  “I do,” I find myself saying. “I do want to know.”

  “It’s bad,” he says. “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Erica,” I whisper. I cough a little, clearing my throat. “It’s Erica.”

  “Erica,” his voice is smooth and dark when he says my name. “I wanted to lock that door and take you right then and there. I wanted to throw you in that stall, to push your ass over that toilet seat, and fuck the life out of you then and there. I wanted to leave you twitching.”

  I feel it in between my legs. I’m wet. I start to touch myself, trying not to moan into the phone. “Yeah?” I whisper. My voice is shaky and weak. My throat is dry. “What else did you want to do?” I barely get the words out.

  “I wanted to spank you for being a naughty little bitch,” he says. My eyes widen as my pussy grows even wetter. Fuck, how does he know exactly what I want to hear? “I wanted to use my belt as a collar, so I could teach you how to behave like a good girl. I wanted to cum inside you, Erica.”

  That last part gets me. “But I’m not on birth control,” I say.

  “You think I give a damn?” he asks. “You’ve been driving me crazy for almost a bloody week now.”

  Oh. My. God. “You really want to treat me like dirt, don’t you?” I ask him.

  “I want you to be good for me. Once you prove to me you can be good, I’ll make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before.”

  “I’ve been dreaming about you too,” I say. “I’ve been dreaming of you sneaking into my bedroom while I’m asleep. I imagine you just watching me as I dream, peacefully.”

  “Fuck, you’re making me so hard,” he says.

  “I dream of you hovering over my bed. You’re wearing all black. When I open my eyes, you put your hand over my mouth. ‘Don’t scream,’ you whisper. ‘Don’t make a fucking sound.’ I dream of you scrambling to pull my panties down. You rip them off me as I struggle. You pull my hair when I bite your palm.”

  “Fuck,” he says to himself. “I’m stroking it right now. You want me to take you. Don’t you? Admit it.”

  “I do,” I moan. “After I struggle for a bit, you always shove it inside me. You force my lips open and grab my tits. You use me to your liking. You hold my neck, so I know you’re in control. When I think about it, I always cum instantly. I’m scared, but it’s what I’ve always fantasized about.”

  “And your husband knows this?” he asks me.

  “We’re not together anymore,” I whisper. “I moved out yesterday.”

  “Where are you?” he asks. His breathing is heavy.

  “I’m at a motel. I’m by myself,” I say.

  “I’m coming over,” he says.

  “You don’t know where I am.” I think about him coming over. Part of me really wants it to happen. It’s a tempting fantasy to dive into. However, the other part of me is absolutely terrified. I haven’t been with another man in over six years. Possibly longer, even. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea if I tell you.”

  “Trust me,” he says. “It’s the only option you have right now.”

  “Fuck,” I whisper. I think of how he’ll fuck. I turn red with desire. There’s no guilt inside of me left. I imagine his hips thrusting upward, into me. I’m so wet. It’s absolutely insane.

  “Okay,” I give in. I give him the address and the phone clicks down. There’s no response at all from him, just silence. He’s gone. He hung up the phone.

  Erica

  I wait for at least three hours. There’s nothing from him. This city isn’t that big. It doesn’t take somebody hours to get somewhere and it’s late at night. There isn’t anybody on the roads. I start to realize that maybe I’ve been stood up. But why?

  I don’t think about it too much. Walker is most likely some cocky Brit who is used to getting what he wants, when he wants. Maybe I just wasn’t a big deal to him. He sees women on a daily basis. I’m just another fish in the sea. I fall asleep to the sound of television infomercials. My dreams are light and fluffy, nice and easy-going.

  I wake up startled when I hear a loud bang. I hear yelling coming from the other room. It quickly stops, but my heart is beating. I moan lightly and close my eyes again, ready to fall back into my peaceful dream world.

  I feel a hand over my ass and I smile. This dream is nice. It feels good and, God, I’ve been so horny lately. It’s invading my subconscious. Slowly, it moves over my round butt, trailing up my back. I shiver lightly and my eyes open.

  Wait a second…

  I quickly flip my bo
dy around and try to see in the darkness. Before I can scream for help, a hand falls firmly across my mouth. “Don’t move. Don’t say anything. Just do what I say,” he commands me. Walker. It’s him. He came. And he’s playing out my favorite fantasy. Holy shit.

  His other hand rips my nightgown off. He literally tears the fabric off. I struggle and slap at his arm. I kick at him. I do everything to play along. He leans his whole body weight on me. “I said don’t fucking move,” he whispers. “Don’t worry. This will be quicker than you think.”

  He slides his hand underneath my panties. He feels my wet pussy, throbbing with excitement. With each pulse, I grow wetter, warmer, and softer. This doesn’t last long. He grabs a hold of the soaking cotton panties and pulls them down to my ankles. His hands trail up to my tits. He grabs them and moans loudly.

  This is the boyfriend experience? I have to wonder. Of course, it’s not. This is my own experience, the fantasy of my dreams, and it’s all free.

  I stare up at him. He takes off his shirt and I can’t help but notice how powerful he looks, towering above me like that. His muscles are impeccable. Darrin got so out of shape by the end, but this guy is like straight out of a movie or something.

  He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him. My eyes are wide open. “I’ll uncover your mouth if you promise not to scream,” he says. “Nod if you understand me.”

  I nod and he releases me. He kisses my stomach and breathes in my scent. “I didn’t think you’d come,” I whisper.

  “I wanted to take you by surprise.” I can see his smile even in the dark. “I know how much you’ve been thinking about it. God, you’re fucking hot.”

  He kisses down to my pelvic bone. His tongue slides out with his lips. He moves lower and lower until he’s face to face with my pussy. He licks my lips and groans wildly. I moan with pleasure, sliding my tongue against the top of my mouth. “You really think so?”

  “Shut up and let me show you,” he says.

  His two fingers slide in and out slowly. He pushes a third one in once I loosen up a little, but it’s a tight fit. His cock is still mysteriously shrouded in his jeans, but I know it’s waiting for me and I have a feeling it’s going to be huge.

  “Mm,” he moans. You taste like chocolate. I can’t wait until you cum.”

  He doesn’t just eat my pussy. He consumes it. His tongue wraps around my clit and his warm breath creates an already hot climate. I’m so wet and I just keep getting wetter. He opens his mouth and sucks down on me. My clit is so stimulated that I begin to feel that aching, buzzing sensation. My toes curl against the bed. My moans grow louder. His sucking and fingering is more intense than ever. His fingers press against the top of my pussy and I can’t understand why Darrin was never this passionate with me.

  The buzzing grows louder inside my head. The vibrating inside my body pushes upward, to the edges of my dripping pussy. He’s so sloppy with me. There’s no part of my pussy that isn’t covered in his saliva. Finally, the bubble bursts inside of me. Wave upon wave of intense pleasure radiates throughout my body. His free hand moves to my neck and he wraps his hand around it firmly, making sure I can still breathe.

  The pleasure inches its way into my very being. “I’m cumming,” I finally manage to say, way after the fact. He doesn’t let up on me, but he lets go of my neck. I breathe in large gulps of air, smiling wide. This is everything I’ve been dreaming of. Hard sex. Passion. Obsessive touching. The things my husband would never give to me.

  I tremble on top of the mattress and watch as he rips off his belt. He throws it in the corner of the room, along with his jeans. He’s not wearing any underwear. “Oh my…” I begin to speak. He just smiles as I grab his cock. For a second, I have to wonder if it’ll even fit. It’s so much bigger than I thought.

  It takes both of my small hands to fit around his length, but my mouth instinctively opens wide for him. He slides the tip into my mouth. My lips press down on him as he moves across my tongue. I taste him and cup his balls, stroking him with my other hand.

  He pushes out from my mouth and says, “Fuck this, I need to be in your pussy. I need you so fucking bad.”

  He picks me up in his arms and places me on my knees. “Use me,” I whisper. “Do what you want to me.”

  I want him to get rough with me. I don’t want him to hold back. I’ve been waiting for him for days now, obsessively thinking about him, and about how he’d fuck. So far, he’s living up to my standards.

  First, he spanks my ass hard. I feel the sting swell up to my throat. Light tears swell up in my eyes. “Yes,” I moan. He spanks me again. This time, I’ve almost gotten used to the pain. It starts to feel good. I feel it in my pussy, like a desire that can’t be fulfilled. I cling to it, waiting for it to burst open into another orgasm. “Again,” I whisper. His hand falls flat on my ass. I turn my head and watch as it bounces.

  He grabs the thick of my hair and pulls it back into a ponytail. “My pretty girl,” he says. “So beautiful. So fragile. I’m going to teach you what it’s like to be a woman.”

  I can’t begin to describe the feelings that are running through my head right now. He’s so fucking sexy that it blows my mind. He pulls my hair back harder now and I feel the tip of his cock push against my lips. He spits downward and I feel his spit now too, dripping into my hole.

  I open up for him the more turned on I get. His cock pushes through my lips and after a few tries, he’s finally inside me. We both moan so loud that I’m sure everyone can hear us. He keeps a firm grip on my hair, while also feeling my tits. He’s bending down, overtop me, and his whole body is close to him.

  He kisses my cheek by pulling my head up to his. “So beautiful,” he moans. His thought seems to hang onto him, clawing into him until he can’t take it any longer. Our lips crush together and he tastes so fucking good. His tongue moves against mine and his cock grows harder. He keeps feeling my body. He adores it. He kisses every part of it. I can’t take it.

  He thrusts into me, hard and methodical. He lets go of my hair to feel more of me. Eventually, he grows tired of exploring. He sticks to the mission at hand, conquest. I want him to conquer me. I shouldn’t want him to go as far as we talked about on the phone, but I do.

  Both hands grip around my waist as he takes control of my body. “That’s right,” he moans. He holds onto my flesh, pumping his cock inside of me. As he fucks me and pulls back, so do my lips. We stick to each other and slide against our passions.

  He begins to move faster. Harder, he thrusts his cock into my pussy. “I love your lips,” he says, staring at my pussy. “Your cunt… I love its color. The dark pink hue, the way your lips are shaped. You’re so fucking sexy to me. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met before.”

  “I want you to cum inside of me,” I admit. “But you need to wear a condom. They’re in the drawer.” Maybe it’s awkward, but I’m also a responsible human being. I’m not going to fuck up on this one. If he wants to go all the way, he’ll have to play by my rules.

  He plays the game well. He quickly puts the condom on and lays me flat on my back, gentle as ever. “I want to put a baby inside you,” he says, playing along with our phone call earlier. “I want to fill you with my cum.”

  “Give it to me. I want you to cum so bad, Walker. I want to please you,” I say. I’m so turned on. He’s staring me in the eyes like he’s dreamed of me, like I’ve been on his mind for days. He really wants this. A girl can tell.

  He begins pounding against me with sheer force I didn’t expect. He holds me down as he endlessly thrusts. The sound of his cock pushing inside me, his balls slapping my ass, and his skin smacking against mine, sends me into the throes again. I’m cumming and trying to hold onto him as his hands hold me down firmly.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Erica.”

  He moves slower, but the intensity is still there. His cock seems to swell and grow, until it begins to move up and down rapidly. In fact, his whole body pulsates erratically. I feel it. I can fee
l his cum. He thrusts one last time, hard, and he’s fully inside of me, as deep as he can go.

  “Yes, baby!” I moan. He kisses my face and bites my bottom lip, pulling back.

  “Fuck,” he slides out and throws the condom into the trash. He feels my pussy with his hand, lightly squeezing it together. “You don’t understand how bad I wanted that.”

  “Shut up,” I laugh, brushing him off. But I admit, “You don’t either.”

  We stare at each other for a while, until we’re kissing like crazy teenagers. We’re kissing and touching each other, and exploring each other’s bodies. The whole room is about the same temperature as hell and about as sinful too. Just the way I like it. I feel his muscles and kiss each ripple of ab.

  He’s perfect, truly perfect. And tonight, he’s all mine.

  Walker

  I have to tell her. I have to tell her the truth of my situation: I won’t be around much longer. Now, that they’ve found me, I need to leave. I need to go home and face what I started.

  “I have to leave in a few days,” I finally say, as we’re laying in bed in the darkness.

  “Where are you going?” she asks me with a look of confusion in her eyes. She seems hurt and I don’t blame her. I fucked up on this one. It’s just that I needed her badly. I still do.

  I’m going to sell my house, my car, and everything I own. I’m going to face Hawk and determine my next move. He’s going to be more than angry. I’ve seen his torturous ways before. I’ve seen the way he dealt with the others. I was always smarter than them. However, everyone’s luck eventually runs out sooner or later.

  “Back to London,” I lie. “Back to the city and my mum. She’s sick and can’t afford a nurse at home.”

  “You’re leaving to London?” she’s stunned. “You’re joking, right?” She tries to laugh, but it’s obvious that I’m not joking.

  “Oh, I don’t want to leave,” I groan and wrap my arms around her. “But I have to. What else can I do?”