His Virgin Bride: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Kara Hart

  “You’ll always be safe with me,” I tell her. “No matter what happens. Even if you decide you don’t want to be around me anymore, I won’t give you any trouble. I’ll stay away, or I’ll stay friendly.”

  Her hand is on the table and I touch it lightly. “I’m sorry,” I say.

  I squeeze her hand and my whole body floods with such good feelings, it’s like I’m on drugs. No, it’s like I’m young again. She makes me forget all of the bad shit. It’s all just good feelings with her.

  “I forgive you,” she says. “Now eat your sandwich. You look hungry.” She smiles and looks so fucking gorgeous, that I fall to my knees and kiss her legs.

  “Stop,” she laughs. “I look like shit.”

  “You’re crazy,” I smile. “You look like a movie star. You’re an angel, I swear it.”

  She blushes and I keep kissing her thighs. She runs her hands over mine and pulls me toward her. “You mean that?” My mouth is so close to the center of everything. I get hard immediately.

  “You’ve no idea what you are to me,” I say. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

  My teeth pull on the zipper of her shorts and she closes her eyes and breathes out. “Thank you,” she says. Her zipper comes down with my mouth and I rip off her shorts. I can’t believe my eyes when I see that she’s not wearing any panties. She blushes even more and says, “Well, I was hoping we might be able to figure things out.”

  “I think we’ve figured it out,” I say, kissing at her pelvis. With each kiss, I lick and taste her skin once again. Roses, candy, sweetness, and all things nice. That’s what she tastes like. I finally lick around her wet and, now dripping, pussy. Her lips, her perfect lips, stand out to me and I have to go to town on her. I swallow her whole and leave her shaking.

  She straddles my face from the chair, rubbing her cunt up and down. She uses me. She uses my tongue, my lips and my saliva. I want to be used by her and I want to use her. I want to experience all of her, once again. It feels like ages since we’ve done this.

  She cums harder than the last time. She’s shaking like a vibrating toy and her voice trembles when she moans so loudly it echoes across the woods. “I’ve been missing this,” she says, afterwards.

  I’m so hard and ready for her. She can see it. “I couldn’t live without you,” I smile. “Without this.”

  She looks down at me, and averts her eyes back up. She doesn’t say a word. There’s no time for words. None of that now. Right now, it’s all about us. She takes my cock in my hand and smiles big, staring straight into my eyes. I place my hand on her wet mound and she firmly grips my shaft.

  “Fuck me,” she says.

  “What?” I ask her. She strokes my cock slowly, letting her saliva drip down across the tight skin. “I want you to say it again. Say it.”

  “Fuck me,” she says, a little bit more bashful, but calmer. She’s radiant right now. She’s everything and I just want to explode inside her, despite all the risks. Truth is, I don’t want to break her heart again and I know that’s what I’m prone to do. I also don’t want her to break mine. It’s one of those Catch-22s you hear about, a conundrum. But right now, I’m okay with risking everything for one incredible night with her. I couldn’t imagine anything better.

  “Bend over and beg,” I say, smiling.

  She blushes and smiles, walking forward to the rug on the floor. She pushes out her ass and lowers her arms to the floor. “Like this?” she asks, placing her kneecaps against the rug. “Or like this?” She arches her back perfectly and waits for my approval.

  “So far so good,” I smile to myself. My cock is fucking upright and aching for her. Yes, of course, this is what I want. I want to be as dirty as I can with this woman.

  “What about this?” she smiles, licking the front of her teeth.

  She’s so fucking hot that I could cum right now, so I have to hold myself back as best I can. She takes both her hands and places her palms across her cheeks, using her fingers to spread them apart for me. All I can see now is her wetness, dripping from her open lips, and it makes me fucking salivate.

  “Oh, darling,” I smile, kissing the small of her back. “You are something else.”

  “I know,” she laughs. “Now, fuck me Mr. Handy Man. Fix me and turn me on.”

  I’ve been in and out of plenty of beds in my life, but no women have been as crazy and wonderful as this one. She knows just what I want, when I want it. I barely even have to ask. To think, this woman teaches children. God bless her soul!

  I mount my body over her and take control, immediately. “You want to get fucked, baby?” I ask her. “You want every inch of me?”

  But I don’t wait for her reply. I let it sink in. Every single, thick and throbbing inch. She holds her hands steady, balancing in my hard grip. I dig inside her, until I’m all the way deep. “Fuck,” she moans. Her voice suddenly becomes deep, as if it’s coming straight from the center of her body. I groan and hold her flesh tight.

  I thrust back and forth, like a hard wave during high tide. I hit her shore, as forceful as I can. This time, there’s no holding back. I almost lost her. I could have been doomed to spend a lonely life in this bullshit town. Instead, I was given another chance. And now, I’m living it up.

  I pound her as she opens herself for me. When she lets go, I grab her wrists and hold on. She pounds back, into me, pushing her ass down hard. She swallows me whole and I’m in pure ecstasy, and I never want to leave.

  “Is that all you got?” she asks. “I thought you used to be a fighter. Or is that all in the past?”

  She cocks her head and smiles. There’s more. Trust me, baby. There’s more. I don’t say a word. She’s getting cocky and I like it, but she better know what she’s getting herself into. Pain and pleasure. Sure, I’ll be gentle, after she begs.

  I hold her wrists with one hand while reaching up and grabbing the thick of her hair. I pull back and forth, making sure to see if she likes what I’m doing. The whole time, she’s smiling so I know I’m good, and when I feel her drip across my thigh, I pound her even harder.

  “Addison!” she screams my name. “Jesus Christ! Yes!” I let go of her wrists and hair, after pumping her for a good few minutes and she falls against the floor, laying on her stomach, twitching.

  “I’m cumming,” she finally whispers. Frankly, I’m surprised. She’s getting into kinky territory, but she obviously loves it.

  “Keep fucking me,” she says, still unable to get back onto her knees. “And cum inside me.”

  When she says those words, it’s like a trigger for me. Game over. I’m done, I know it. Because when I look down at her, I don’t see some random girl. I see the most gorgeous woman on the planet. I see someone important, someone alluring and stunning. I see a woman I could spend years with. And even though that’s frightening as hell, it makes me lose it.

  I move across her, enter her, and reach between the floor to grab her tits. I hold them, really feeling them in my hands. “You want me to make you pregnant?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says back, with a full smile. “Put a baby in me.”

  I thrust hard and steady, with all the force a man can really have. My muscles grow stiff and my heart feels like it’s going to burst open, but I keep going. Within a minute, I feel my cock twitch and my body soon follows. Then, I’m all in. I’m cumming and I can’t stop. I don’t just do it once. I have two powerful orgasms, pumping slowly inside her. And when I’m done, I pull myself out and kiss every part of her body.

  As the pleasure disappears, though, I’m still infatuated. I’m crazy about her. And when you’re crazy about someone, you stay as long as humanly possible.

  “Did I fix you up?” I ask her.

  Helena

  “You either fixed me or broke me into a million pieces,” I laugh, throwing my hands over my face before fixing my hair. “Oh my God!”

  “Yeah, it was that good. Wasn’t it?” he asks, looking smug.

  “Don’t get cocky wit
h me, now,” I say. “It was just a nice lay.”

  “Bullshit,” he says. “It was fucking incredible. You’re fucking incredible.”

  “Want me to get you pregnant?” I mimic and crack up.

  He frowns. “Come on. Don’t do that!” he says. “I was really in the moment.”

  “Well, it was hot,” I admit. “But I’m wondering now just how much you’re into me. You have a ring and a wedding date planned?” I ask him.

  “Seriously?” he eyes me, annoyed.

  “I’m just messing with you.” I smile. I reach out and touch his face, dragging my hand toward his pelvis. I feel his hair and it makes me wet. “It was really hot. I love how much you got into it. Maybe I should break it off with you more often.”

  “Oh, man,” he groans. “I don’t know if I could take it.”

  Does he really like me that much? Like, I know how hard this was for us, but he’s never reached out and asked me to be his girlfriend or anything. The thought comes into my head that maybe he wants to, but can’t say the words. After our big fallout, maybe it’s been too hard for him to tell me the truth of his feelings. Maybe he even loves me…

  Oh, who am I kidding? No guy has ever really loved me. It’s always been a constant struggle with men, mostly because they all act like little children. Addison, however, is different. He’s strong, but not just in the physical sense. He has a strong will, whether he would want to admit it or not.

  Plus, he’s not like these other guys I’ve been with. You know the type. The guys with a million dreams. The rock star, the writer, oh I could go on forever. The type of guy who thinks he’s going to do wonderful things, but it’s always at the expense of your life and your dreams.

  Addison just isn’t the type. He’s lived out the role he wanted to play and I don’t think it was as great as he thought it would be. Now, he’s just a regular guy. I used to think I didn’t want that because I thought it meant a lack of ambition. But now I’m finding out that ambition comes in many different forms. He’s ambitious for me, and maybe he’s in it for the long haul. Question is: Am I?

  He grabs me before I can even ponder at the question in my head. He spins me around and we’re spooning, naked. All I feel is warmth. The warm caress of his body against mine, the warm feeling he gives me… and even though it’s freezing cold out, I can’t even feel it right now. I just feel so good.

  “Why do you want me so much?” I finally ask him, feeling his arms reach around my chest and hold me tight.

  Of course, he doesn’t even hesitate. He has to be so perfect that it hurts. “You make me feel like the world can be a better place,” he says. “Looks aside, right? Because it’s pretty damn obvious you’re the most beautiful woman in this town.”

  “Looks aside,” I laugh and close my eyes. Everything feels perfect now. I can’t help but have a big smile plastered onto my face.

  “I’m serious. There’s some horrible things in this world. Especially now, you know? It all used to make me feel so hopeless. Now, I feel like things will get better. They have to,” he says.

  “Why do they have to?” I ask him. “What makes you think things won’t just stay the same?”

  “You’re not too convinced,” he laughs. “I can tell.”

  “No,” I smile. “I mean, I don’t know. I just want to know why. I’m collecting data.”

  “It’s just a feeling I have,” he shrugs. “I mean, the world made you, right? Then things have to be good.”

  “Thank you,” I say as he kisses my cheek. “I do feel like things are changing for the better.”

  “Good,” he says.

  It’s a simple answer. Who knows if things will work out? I don’t yet. We just got out of a big fight, so we’re bound to make up in a huge way. But, for now, I can live with his type of optimism. For now, I can live with feeling on top of the world. I just hope it doesn’t come down crumbling.

  Helena

  Sunday, he wakes me up with eggs, bacon, the best damn toast I’ve ever smelled, and a huge cup of coffee.

  “Hey, you,” I say with a sleepy smile, blinking my eyes. “Ugh, I slept so well.”

  “Me too,” he says. “Thought I’d make you some breakfast before church.”

  I blink my eyes at least fifty more times. “Church?” I repeat. “What?”

  “Yeah, it’s Sunday. We have to be at church in an hour,” he says.

  “Um,” I gulp down. “You know I’ve never been to church, right?”

  His smile fades. “You sinful, little…” His smile returns and he jumps into bed with me, tickling me.

  “No!” I scream. “I’m sorry! I’ll pray more!”

  He kisses each nipple and then my neck. “Nah, I don’t go to church either. I’m just messing with you,” he laughs.

  “Don’t do that.” I smile, blushing. “I’m not ready for that, yet.”

  “Yet. So you will be someday,” he says.

  I shrug. “I don’t know. Let’s check back in in ten years,” I wink.

  “Fair enough,” he mutters, kissing right below my bellybutton.

  I take a bite of food and within seconds, I’m already gobbling every last bit of it. “Ugh, I needed that,” I say. “I’ve actually been so hungry these past few days.”

  “Good,” he smiles. “I’m trying to fatten you up.”

  “Oh yeah?” I laugh.

  “Yes, actually. I like ‘em thick,” he says, making my face turn red-hot.

  The rest of the day is spent eating junk food, pizza, and watching winter-themed movies. I just want to relax with him after all this hard shit, and he obviously does too. The fact that we’re getting along this well makes me feel a little off. Like, things don’t ever go this well. Or if they do, things tend to fuck up little by little. However, so far, it’s been a dream.

  When sunrise hits, he takes me by the hand. He holds it close to himself, thinking for a second. “What is it?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” he says. “I just want to do something impulsive, you know?” Please, God, no marriage proposals yet. I’ll go to church if you want. Just let this phase last a little longer.

  “Um, yeah, I guess,” I giggle. “What’re you thinking about doing? There’s not too much to do around here.”

  “There’s tons to do around here,” he says. And then, after a few minutes, he claps his hands. “I’ve got it! Let’s go sledding.”

  “Sledding?” I repeat.

  “Hell yeah, sledding. Let’s get real drunk and go to the highest hill in the city. And then let’s go downtown and ice skate.”

  “Fine,” I say. “I’m game, I guess. But I have class in the morning so we have to leave now.”

  “Good, I’ve got Mrs. Farlens’ window latch at 8 AM,” he laughs. “Let’s do it.”

  I run to the front door before he can even call after me. I swing it open and pounce onto the snow, laughing. These past few days have been nice and I guess it’s time to finally live it up.

  “Come on!” I yell, jumping into his car.

  He gets in and turns to me. “So, this is technically a date, right? We’re dating?”

  “Yes.” I kiss him. “Finally.”

  Addison

  Man, I haven’t felt this free with a woman in a long fucking time. We drive to the closest, biggest hill we can find and there’s no one there. It’s sunset and the orange rays are practically bursting through the trees. Everything is just perfect: the snow is like powder and we have a 12 pack that we keep going back to.

  I grab my old sled out of the back, pick her up in my arms, and walk up that hill. We’re both laughing and when I almost slip and bust my face open, she falls onto the snow, landing in a cloud of powder.

  “I’m sorry!” I scream, falling myself. We’re laying side by side, feeling the cold snow soak our clothes, but everything is perfect.

  “You almost broke your teeth!” she yells, laughing so loudly it echoes.

  “Not funny,” I smile. And then I hold her and it’s all
good. “Alright let’s do this,” I say, picking myself back up and dusting the snow off.

  We continue our climb up, until we’re at the very top. “You can see everything from up here,” she says, eyes wide and full of glittering light. Down below are the Christmas lights people have put up and they look incredibly beautiful from up here.

  “Not much to do in this town, but at least it feels like home,” I say, holding her close to me.

  “Yeah,” she smiles. “It really does. Like, surprisingly.”

  We both sit in the sled, but we don’t move it forward yet. Instead, we just watch as the little ants below us drive their cars and move around the downtown area. “I like this,” I nod to myself.

  “Me too,” she says.

  “What’s it like in New York City during the winter?” I ask her. “Like Home Alone or something?”

  “Nah,” she sighs. “It’s worse. And better. It’s just a lot different. New York is just so big. It’s easy to get swallowed up.”

  “Seems like it. Seems… intense,” I say. “I mean, you know I’ve seen a lot, but I don’t think I could survive in a city like that.”

  “You can if you work every day and every single hour of your life,” she says. I nod.

  “Well, you don’t have to do that around here. You just have to be friendly. That’s sort of the currency around here. If you give a lot of that, you get a lot in return,” I say.

  “Mmhm,” she moans. “So, you gonna push this thing or what?”

  I laugh and start pushing the sled with my foot. We get to the edge of the hill and I call out, “Hold onto your big ol’ butt.”

  “I’m scared!” she exclaims, but it’s already too late. No time to chicken out now. We feel the push of gravity and we fly down that hill, going at least twenty miles an hour.

  “Ahhh!” we both scream in unison.

  I hold onto the edges of the sled, while she holds onto me. It goes by fast, but it’s fun and brings me back to when I was just a young boy. That was back when I didn’t know I would meet a woman like this, back when I prayed I would meet a woman like Helena. When we get to the bottom, we’re ready for more.