His Virgin Bride: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Kara Hart

  I slide my lips off him and look up, stroking my hand over his girth.

  “That’s it?” I smile. “That’s all you got?”

  He pushes himself in deeper this time, over and over again, fucking my mouth. It’s lewd and dirty and so incredible. I’m squirming, trying to relieve the desperate need between my thighs as his cock actually gets harder. I mildly regret putting up such a tough exterior for him, but I’m going to finish what I’ve started.

  My back is arched from this position and he reaches forward to smack my ass, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. Smack! His hand lands on my ass again and I moan around his thick cock. He does this twice more before pulling his cock from my mouth, leaving me breathless and readier than ever.

  “Fuck,” he moans. “I need to taste you. I need you in my mouth.”

  He picks me up and sets me on the bed, kissing up my thighs. I feel a rush of pleasure shoot from my core, all the way up to my chest. My skin tightens and my face turns red, struggling to catch my breath when all I can manage are shallow shuddering gasps. I already know I’m not going to last.

  He grabs my ass again and pulls me up to his face, sliding my panties right off. He looks at the flowery design and smirks. “Cute.”

  His warm tongue parts my lips and I fall back against the bed. He moans licking me, pausing only long enough to whisper illicit things into my thigh. “I can’t believe that I’ve been missing out on this for a decade.”

  “Me either,” I pant. He pulls on my thighs until I’m basically sitting on his face. He spreads me open with two fingers and slides them in.

  “I’m going to make you cum, baby,” he smiles. He licks upward against my clit and lightning shoots straight to my toes, making them curl. All the while, he presses his fingers against my g-spot and moves them in just the right way.

  Goose bumps shoot across my body and I’m suddenly lost in a world of pleasure and anticipation, barely able to hold on to my reality. It’s that good.

  He eats me like there’s nothing else in the world he would rather be doing. My toes curl inward and I feel that knot inside me starting to build. I know that once it gets too big, I’ll lose myself to him. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Keep going. Just like that. Yes, Jackson! Yes!”

  He doesn’t say a fucking word. He doesn’t need to. He knows what I want and he’s going to give it to me. But first, he wants to show me everything I’ve been missing out on for the past ten years.

  His tongue smooths over my clit, lips tight around me. Finally, I feel it. I feel the knot burst. Just like that, I’m sent spiraling. “Oh god…” I whisper, but it’s already too late. My palms grip the bed sheets, squeezing as hard as I can. My body goes limp and rigid at the same time, and my pussy contracts against his fingers.

  Before I’m finished cumming, he leans over me and pushes his cock inside me. My mouth falls, hanging wide open now. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. I’m numb with pleasure, completely enveloped by it. He wraps his arms around my waist and pushes himself in deeper, groaning loudly. Just hearing his wild sounds sends me further into a state of uncontrollable ecstasy. This is so fucking wrong. But, as it goes, that’s what makes me want it more than anything else.

  “Harder,” I find myself telling him. He leans forward and kisses my neck and collarbone. He’s so gentle when he kisses and yet, passionate and deep. He runs his tongue across my tongue, up to my earlobe, I feel a rush of sensation, like I’m trapped in my orgasm.

  I look down at his body. It’s impeccable. It’s perfection. It’s… fuck, Jennifer was right. He might be the hottest guy on the planet and, unfortunately, he has to be my ex-boyfriend. But right now, I don’t give two shits about that. He starts thrusting in quick intervals and all of our “history” goes out the damn window. It’s not about that anymore. It’s about our passions, our animalistic urges.

  He flips me over, placing me on my knees, smacking my ass again. I feel the burn from his handprint radiate within seconds and I instinctually arch my ass more for him to do it again. He does and I feel oddly relieved.

  I’ve never been this kinky before. I’ve never really ventured outside of the box. So when he fucks me doggy, I almost feel violated. Almost. Truth is, I feel exhilarated. Crazy and free, and I just can’t believe it’s Jackson doing this to me. Jackson, the good neighbor boy from down the street.

  He grabs the thick flesh of my ass and pulls me against him. I open up for him and he slides himself in again and again. He keeps using my ass as leverage, pulling me back and then forth, back and forth. “Fuck,” he moans. “Your body is so… incredible.”

  By the way he holds me, I can tell he’s already close and trying not to let himself go too soon. “Shoot your cum inside me,” I whisper, turning back. “I want to feel it.”

  “Yeah, baby?” he asks me. “You want all of me?”

  “I want every single last drop,” I tell him, spontaneously. Again, this is not my normal go to. Jackson just makes me feel like I can get away with anything. He makes me want to be crazy. Normally, that would be a terrible thing. But tonight, it’s everything I need.

  His muscles grow tense and he falls forward a bit, shuddering. “I’m going to—” But he doesn’t even need to say it. It’s already happening. His cock thickens as he fills every inch of me. I feel his cum shoot as he holds me tight and close. He pulls me to his chest as he fucks me from behind and I swear I can feel his heart beating against my spine.

  We fall to the bed and I grab a cigarette out of my purse, for old times’ sake. He glances at me and smiles, looking a little embarrassed. “Shit.” He runs his hands through his hair and looks down. I light my cigarette and smile, handing it to him.

  “So…” I find myself saying, while smiling. “That happened.”

  “Yeah.” He laughs. “It did.”

  He leans forward and kisses me again before taking a drag. His kiss is so captivating that it actually kind of scares me. How this all happened, I can trace it back. How it will end isn’t something I want to think about. He takes a drag from the cigarette and smiles. “So,” he says. “Time for another round?”

  Jackson

  I’m not sure what it is, but I always manage to get kicked out of women’s beds. I mean, I know a lot of guys pull that shit, but even though I’m one of football’s hottest tickets, I tend to say the wrong thing one too many times. Shit, I don’t mind. It makes for a good conversation afterward.

  This, however, is different. Much different. Fiona… well, shit. I don’t even have to go there. I just keep wracking my brain, trying to figure out how the hell this all came to be.

  First, she denies me. Then, she calls me and I apologize. She invites me over, uses me for all I’ve got, and throws me out again. I usually say something offensive, or I’m rude and they don’t want to take my shit. Not this time. This time, I don’t know what the hell I did wrong.

  “Man, you know I want the best for you,” Landon says at practice a few days later. “And I thought that you banging this chick—”

  “She’s not just a chick. She’s my ex,” I correct him.

  “Right. Whatever,” he says. “Point is, I knew you banging this chick was a bad idea. Now you’re stuck in it, brother.”

  “Like hell I am,” I laugh, gearing up to go out on the field. “I’m still the same guy, man. No chick is going to bring me down. I promise.”

  “Famous last words.” He shakes his head at me.

  The whole thing is shit. Utter shit. I’m only saying that because he’s right. She’s going to be the death of me. Now, I’ve got a real problem on my hands. It’s all because I can’t ever keep it together. It’s getting to be an issue.

  The coach comes out on the field and gives me a fist pound. “Everything alright?”

  “Everything’s great, coach.” I smile back. “What’s the plan?”

  And just like that, I’m forced to switch back into game mode. No more outside distractions. No more of the bullshit.
Just me, my teammates, and the game. Only, it’s never that easy. What goes on outside makes a difference on the field.

  “I think you’re all warmed up enough,” he says. The other coaches nod in agreement. We’ve been running for a straight hour now I’m guessing, and we’ve been training ever since we’ve gotten back from Arizona. “We’ll scrimmage. Over and over again, until I’m satisfied. You all wanted to go to the Championships. Well, here they are. They’re standing right in front of you. What’re you going to do about it? I’ll tell you. You’re going to work, boys. You’ll work until you become men.”

  First play, everything goes according to plan. I run how I’m supposed to. I eye the ball, like I’m supposed to. And in the end, I run to the end zone. We’ve gone over these plays a thousand times. I have half a mind to ask the coach to head home.

  Then, the images start flying by. “Hike!” Loke screams and the ball comes barreling back into his palms. For a second, I hesitate. Her smooth thighs, shining in the almost dark. The way they wrapped around my chest… I shake my head and blink. I need to concentrate. Her perfect body, the way she looked at me last night, told me more than I should know. Her wetness.

  Fuck, my head is not in the game. I look up and the ball is coming at me like a bullet. It hits my helmet and falls to the turf. The rest of the team looks at me like I just had a stroke. Shit, it sort of feels like I did, to be honest.

  “Cum,” she said. “For me.” Her scent, the way her fingers curl around my skin, sending electricity throughout my body. What the fuck is happening to me?

  “Nice catch, idiot,” Landon whispers, smacking my helmet.

  “I think I need some water.” I shake my head and pull off my helmet. I jump around a little to try and get the circulation running through my body. “I’ll be fine in a second.”

  “Bullshit,” Landon says, “I think you need a kiss and a hug from your girl. Seriously, man. You’re acting like a little bitch. Toughen up a little. The game is coming up and I want to go to the Championships.”

  The coach yells from the side of the field, “What the hell is going on, Leeman?” He throws the folder of plays into the air and I watch it fall to the ground. “You keep playing that way and I’ll pull you from this field so fast it’ll make your head spin. Got it?”

  “I don’t know what came over me, coach,” I yell back, walking toward him. “Give me some water and I’ll be good next play.”

  He hands me a water bottle and shakes his head. The rest of the players avoid eye contact with me. I’m starting to feel like the whole team knows about my business. I think they all hate me. That can’t be, right? That’s gotta be in my head.

  Her legs, propped over my shoulders making me go insane. Her taste giving me all the energy and passion I could ever want. And now? Shit, I’m hooked. I need more. But I’ll never admit it.

  “Get back on that field and show me what you got, son,” Coach says, pushing me back on the field.

  We get back into a huddle and Loke looks at me earnestly. “Don’t worry about it, brother,” he says. “It’s just one play. It happens.”

  “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could figure out what it was that got me back there,” I tell him and the rest of the offensive team. Landon makes a loud grunting noise and I glance at him with anger. “You got a problem?”

  “Please. Just play the game and do it without me having to question your manhood,” he says, smiling at me, just jerking my chain about as hard as he can. That’s when I know that shit is going to be weird from here on out. Our friendship will be forever tainted, all because I need Fiona back in my life.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don’t need her. I’m just getting shit out of my system. And she’s helping me look better in the limelight. That’s about all our relationship is. We fucked and it was a dumb idea. That’s all.

  More images jump into my mind without prompting.

  Pumping, pulsating, and yearning for each other, our flesh slides across one another’s. The room is hot and heavy. Her toes curl as I mount her. The anticipation is too great. This is all we’ve both ever wanted. We’ve been waiting for this for more than a decade now.

  “Fuck this,” I tell the team. I take off my helmet and tackle Landon’s petty ass. I don’t plan on doing it either. It just happens. In a split second, the rage inside me builds and builds, until I can’t take it any longer. I just want to pound his face in for even giving a shit about my love life. Would I be an asshole to him if he found someone? Hell no. But Landon has always wanted my life. Ever since we met, I knew he was jealous of me.

  “You piece of shit!” he screams, taking a shot at my face. “Get off of me! Get the hell off of me!”

  “Boys!” Coach screams. “If you keep this up, none of you will play! You hear me?”

  Coach Scott Stern, one of the baddest football players in the world and now our coach, comes charging onto the field. I don’t know what it is, but he’s got the energy of his youth behind him. “You don’t want to listen? Fine,” he says. “Then, be warned.”

  He jumps on us like a linebacker would on game day. His arm comes down hard against my thigh and I’m forced to let go of Landon’s neck. Landon, like the bastard he is, takes a cheap shot at me. I fall back against the grass and smile to myself. “I’m done. I’m done,” I repeat. That’s right, I think to myself, You’re done for the day. Pack your shit and go home.

  “Get the hell out of here,” Coach says. “Landon, you stay behind. I’m not letting you continue this bullshit in the parking lot. This ends now.”

  “But coach, I—” I start speaking, but he doesn’t want to hear anything that’s coming from my mouth at this point.

  “Jackson…” He sighs loudly, chest going up and down rapidly. I think this little tussle really took a lot out of the old man. “Get the fuck off my field. I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore. Get your anger in check. I’ll see you back here on Wednesday.”

  Landon picks himself up from the ground and wipes the bits of grass from his pants off. “All because of a girl? Seriously, man? You need to grow up.”

  I don’t say a word back. This whole thing has already embarrassing enough. The whole team is in total shock. I mean, they’ve seen me throw fights and shit, but it’s never against my teammates. Now, a new dynamic has formed. When that shit happens, it ain’t too good for a team’s morale.

  I exit the field and make my way through the locker room taking a quick shower before I leave the arena. I grab at my phone. No new text messages. Damn. All this getting worked up, over a girl. What have I become?

  Fiona

  My heart flutters. My body still aches with desire. Then there’s the fact that his handprints are still marking my ass. And the imprint of his teeth is still on my neck.

  I keep thinking about last night, even though I probably shouldn’t. I can feel his hands wrapped around my thick flesh. His fingers sliding inside me, curling against all the right places. And then I think about the orgasm that left me speechless. The way he maneuvered his tongue was something unprecedented. No man I’ve ever been with has been able to do what he did.

  I fall back onto my bed and squeeze my pillow, nearly screaming, but I’m too horny to be upset about my stupid choices. I bite down on my lip and remember him doing the same thing to me. I wore that dress for him and he ripped it off my body, tearing my panties in half.

  I imagine his hand slowly moving up my thigh and then my skin starts to prickle. I close my eyes and imagine his towering body standing over me. He’s ready for me. That much is obvious. But am I ready for him?

  I move my hand against my belly button, down to my pelvis. I tickle around the sensitive areas of my skin and shiver slightly. I exhale deeply and then take another breath of air. The room feels hot and sweaty, even though it isn’t. I’m still stuck in the throes of last night, overcome with lust and terrible desires. I want more. I want it to get crazier.

  My hand runs over my pussy and I’m wet again, already. I rub my clit, p
lunging two fingers into my wetness. With my other hand, I open my bedside drawer and pull out a vibrator. “That’s better,” I smile to myself.

  I imagine his hard, thick cock above my pussy. I press the vibrator inside me and sigh loudly. I imagine it’s Jackson, mounting me and making me his. It’s all so wrong. Me, giving myself up for some jock is not part of the plan. But every time I think about how wrong all of this is, I fall further into the fantasy.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper to myself. I push the vibrator in deeper and feel my lips spread apart. It’s not big enough. It’s not as big as him. It doesn’t feel the same, but it does the trick. I push it inside me, over and over again, moving it around in circular motions. Within a minute, I feel the pressure build. It needs an exit. It needs to release. “Oh, Jackson,” I moan. And then, within seconds, I tremble and release.

  The orgasm shoots throughout my body and I’m left paralyzed. I drop my toy and fall back against my bed, grabbing at the wood above me to hold myself steady. “Shit,” I moan loudly, toes curling into the bed.

  And when the orgasm is over, I’m left with my stupid emotions. I’m left with wanting him even more. I can’t believe myself. I can’t believe I let him do this to me.

  My phone vibrates suddenly and I grab at it as fast as I can. Thanks for last night, Jackson says.

  Great. You’re welcome. It was, uh, swell. I can’t send that. I take a few minutes to think about my answer. Oh, Jesus. This is like high school all over again. What’s the right thing to say in this situation? Thanks to you too? God, I’m so inept at this bullshit. How can I talk to sports stars and TV hosts, but not be able to talk to Jackson, the boy I dated and grew up with?