The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  He pushes his hips against mine, forcing me against the damp stone shower wall. He brings my hands up above my head and cinches them there, his favorite position, I’m learning. I fucking love it too.

  I feel his throbbing cock between my legs. All I want is for him to take me, to fuck me, to claim me as his.

  He's got other plans. He kisses me fiercely, and I kiss him back just as hard.

  "You're starting to resist a little less," he says between breaths.

  "Maybe you're wearing me down," I tease.

  He smiles, a look of pure contentment passing briefly across his face before the mask is back in place, and then he bends his head and sucks at my breasts.

  My nipples harden under his tongue, his teeth, his soft, full lips. It feels so good and it makes pure lust shoot straight down to my clit. I'm aching for him now. I'm throbbing and vibrating.

  Everything in my body is on fire as he teases me closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

  He knows it. He knows that one push of his cock into my trembling pussy will release all that desperate ache and need, and I’ll be free. He knows this, so he resists and he draws out my pleasure until I’m ready to beg.

  Leo

  I've got her right where I want her. My cock slides right across her pussy that's swollen for my touch, begging for me to fill her full of the thickest cock I know she’s ever taken.

  I know that having it so close is killing her, and that gives me so much pleasure to know I have this power over her. She's starting to resist less and less.

  Pretty soon she'll be begging for it anytime I want.

  Soon she won't want to defy me.

  And knowing that she has to have me, and only me, makes me so fucking hard.

  I almost lost my position earlier by admitting that it makes me go ballistic to see her with another guy. I'm aware that my feelings for her are growing, but she doesn't know. I'm not ready to tell her anything, not the full truth just yet. I must seem like a stranger to her. Things are so different now.

  Given our past, I can see why she’d think that. But the truth is too great a burden to bear.

  I can't even imagine telling her that I left because of Jax. Because of the things he said. It might crush her forever.

  Right now, I'm trying to push my lingering emotions out of my mind and focus instead on pushing my cock deep into her dripping wet pussy.

  She's aching for it, I know. But first I have some surprises in store.

  I release her arms, and this time it's me on my knees. I can't wait any longer to taste her essence. Her pussy is so tight and yet so willing to open up for my probing tongue. I find her sweet spot as easily as if I’ve been doing this forever. I'm a pro at this by now. She's not difficult to unlock. I memorized her cues the first time around. Her legs spread wide, giving me full access.

  Her craving for my tongue to fuck her pussy is a massive turn on.

  But she better fucking want only me. By the time I’m done with her, I’ll make damn sure that's the truth.

  Mine will be the only name she knows, and I intend to fuck her at the end of this so hard she'll forget even her own name.

  I drag my tongue across her clit and it blooms under my attention. I know she likes a couple fingers in her at the same time, so I delve right in and rhythmically pace my tongue while I curl my fingers to tease her G-spot.

  The combination forces her to cry out and I know she's close to giving in to me.

  Fuck, her tight little pussy grips my fingers like a wet velvet glove.

  "Let it go, baby,” I growl against her clit, and I’m rewarded with a shiver that shakes her whole body. “You know you want this. Call my name. Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

  She always resists this part, and I don't know why. It'd be so much easier for her to just submit fully. As it is, she already tries to maintain her autonomy in pretty much everything, and I have to wrestle her back down under my authority.

  "Say it." My tone is firmer now.

  "Oh fuck, Leo, you’re the only one, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Just please fucking make me come already."

  I almost want to laugh at her combination of exasperation and need. I don’t know, though.

  Maybe she's trying so hard to fight this because I hurt her in the past. That's gotta be it. If only she knew how very much I regret that.

  I want to be master of her universe. I want her to trust me enough to be that for her.

  I flick my tongue a couple more times, and she comes for me. Her pussy clenches down hard on my fingers, gripping them like a vise, and I know immediately it was one of those earth-shattering orgasms that rocks her entire world.

  She screams out my name as I continue to finger her, thrusting my fingers in and out of her so quickly that one climax rolls right into the next.

  What's incredible about this girl is her ability to have multiple orgasms all night long. Wave upon wave of incredible release must be coming over her because it's written all over her face. Her eyes roll back in her head and I have her right where I want her.

  She’s so fucking gorgeous when she comes. I could watch her come every night of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  I stand and spin her around with my hands so that her ass is right up against my cock. She's going to pay for all those times that she wasn't with me.

  Maybe I left her, but the reason is flying out the door right now because I just want to punish her for every single night I spent in an empty bed dreaming of her.

  I want to claim her in every way possible. Though she pretends not to like it from the way she jerks away from me, I know she secretly wants me to take her ass. In the end, it means multiple massive orgasms for her, and even she can’t argue with that. I'll make her come so hard she won’t be able to think past the pleasure only I can give her.

  I tease her tight little hole with my finger while I pour some oil onto my heavy cock that’s harder than ever at the thought of what's about to happen. What I’m about to do to her. Knowing I’m the first one drives me fucking insane.

  Then I swipe my finger back through her pussy lips to get it nice and wet and bring it back to her ass, pushing it in slowly, probing gently, just the tip.

  She's practically purring, and this time I don't even have to force her to say my name. She just says it.

  "Fuck, Leo, not this. It's too much." But the words she says and the way she says them tell a totally different story.

  "No. You’re going to fucking like it, baby. I promise. You have no idea how much you’ll fucking like it."

  I push my finger in one more inch and she cries out, "Oh yes, God, yes."

  I chuckle. Fuck yes, my girl is about to have her world totally rocked.

  “Please, Leo. More.” That's my okay, my cue to move forward.

  "I don't know why you pretend that you haven't been dreaming of this for years. Admit it, Sienna."

  I remove my finger, and she gasps when I replace it with the tip of my cock. Inch by torturously slow inch, I push in deeper, fingering her clit as I do so.

  She's so hot at this angle. Her heart shaped ass spreading ever wider to take in my huge shaft. It's throbbing at the feel of her tight hole stretching and clenching around it. Fucking finally, I’m all the way in, balls deep in her ass, and she moans and groans and writhes like she still can’t get enough.

  “Just breathe,” I whisper against her neck. She does, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips, and when I circle her clit with my thumb, that’s all she needs. I know she's at the edge. I barely move my cock and it's over for her. She's already coming again and again, so hard that her whole body shakes. And fuck, it feels so fucking good.

  "Fuck, Leo, yes, you're all I want. You're all I ever want. Fuck."

  I bring my hands up to massage her tits, and this is it, this will send me over my own cliff. She's riding her waves and it's time to let myself go.

  I pound in and out of her ass at a frenetic pace, almost un
able to stop myself as I feel my balls tighten. After she comes, it’s too fucking hard to resist just plowing into her like this.

  The gentle arch of her back is magnified by the fact that she's trying to clutch onto the stone wall. She's trying to steady herself and her nails search for any little edge to cling to as her body convulses in pleasure.

  I push in again and Sienna's just moaning in ecstasy.

  Her wild moans turn me on so goddamn much. I know her pleasure is higher than it’s ever been before and that she'll never forget this moment, or regret it. This is what she wants, my ultimate domination.

  And I give it to her. I slide in and out more gently now, trying to pull myself back to draw out the moment and not come too quickly, but it’s not easy. I just want to unload inside her right the fuck now.

  "Rub your clit," I demand, and she happily does so to release even more of the pent-up sensations coursing through her body.

  She fingers herself, and I've got a firm hold on her tits, hanging onto her while I continue to drill into her from behind. The idea of owning Sienna Reid in this way is like my deepest, darkest dream.

  "Leo, I'm gonna come again."

  "Wait for me baby. We'll come together."

  A few more pushes of my cock into her tight ass and her whole body is shaking yet again. I push and I pound as I rail her so fucking hard. Her tight ass is just too good. I want to extend this but I also need to give both of us the relief our bodies crave.

  "Now?" She practically begs to be let loose.

  "Now, baby. Come for me."

  She lets go, and so do I as I pump so much of my essence into her that it feels like gallons of cum are pouring out of my body. I pound into her through my release, and she's just spent. I bite down on her shoulder as the last of my orgasm rips through me, and her sexy little cry makes my cock twitch deep inside of her. We stay like that a moment while both our heartbeats calm.

  The water glides over half my body. I pull out of her gently and release my tight grip on her, pulling her under the stream of water so it cascades over her back.

  She looks so beautiful and so tired, like she might pass out right here in my arms. I hold her upright and pour fragrant soap all over her body and mine. I clean every part of her gingerly. She's been through a lot and now I want to take care of her.

  She turns towards me and gazes into my eyes with a look of wonder.

  "Was that good, baby?" I murmur.

  She smiles and laughs a little. "Understatement of the year. I must've come a thousand times."

  "It certainly felt like it," I say as I massage her tits in my hands. "You know you're perfect, right? Your body is just..."

  I trail off. I don’t even know how to describe what a goddess she is. No one has ever sexually fulfilled me like she does. I don’t want to admit it, but she’s getting under my skin, making me think and feel things I don’t want. But it’s there. I can’t deny it.

  So I don’t, but I also don’t want to think too much about it. Instead, I pull her back under the water and rinse her off, wanting nothing more than to take her to my bed and keep her there forever.

  Sienna

  Leo rinses me off and wraps me up in towels, making sure I feel warm after that marathon session in the shower. He leaves me alone to brush out my hair. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and wonder who's looking back at me.

  I've let this heartbreaker back into my life. It's not really a choice is it, when the guy buys you for a month? I'm glad I don't have to go out with any other men, at least for the time being. I really can't imagine it anymore...being with someone other than Leo, even for a date.

  But this is bad, it worries me. I'm getting in too deep. I'll get hurt.

  Suddenly I feel like I'm drowning in a flood of conflicting emotions and I don't know how to get out of it. I need to breathe. I need air.

  I don’t hear him in the bedroom, so I push open the bathroom door and cross to the balcony off the bedroom, going outside to soak in the vibrant Vegas air. The city hums below me, full of noise and lights and sin, but I'm in the penthouse, on top of the world. I should feel privileged, right? I do. I mean, I'm grateful for him, I guess, but I'm also disposable and that realization cuts like a knife.

  "Sienna, are you okay?" Leo must have come back into the bedroom because he's calling through the door.

  I take a deep breath and step away from the balcony railing.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed some air."

  I take another deep breath to try to calm the array of emotions that are swirling within me, making me feel simultaneously excited but nervous about the future. I can only play house with him like this for so long. Then he'll ditch me and I'll have to escort around town, all the time watching him from afar with his latest conquest.

  I can't do it. That can't be my life. I've gotta get off this rollercoaster, and that means shutting down all feelings and breaking my threads of connection to Leo. It's just physical, right? I can handle that. It's fine. I’m strong.

  I drop the towels to the floor as I step back inside and join him in bed. He's waiting with a glass of wine for me, scotch for him.

  "It's getting late," he says.

  "Yeah." I take a sip of win then put the glass on the night table and curl up next to him.

  His body and his breathing always calm me down. I think I might've had a panic attack out there. For a moment, the earth stood still and I couldn't breathe. But something about being in his presence is soothing, like he's big enough to contain all my shit. Like nothing about me would ever scare him off.

  I relax into that intimate feeling and fall asleep. Leo's entire body is curled around mine. I dream of a time when we can be together with nothing between us. It's a deep sleep.

  And yet, something wakes me. Those same old fears are plaguing my mind.

  What if I get hit with anguish again? It took me years to recover from him. I was finally finding my footing, my new life and now this comes out of nowhere. I'm back in bed with the enemy.

  I take my wine glass from earlier and drink it all down to calm the anxiety. Then I look over at Leo's sleeping profile. He's so hot, boyish innocence softening his hard edges in sleep.

  I decide the best way to quell any nagging fears is to embrace the moment. And what better way then to take advantage of the hot, naked body lying next to me? I crawl under the covers and start sucking his cock, licking up and down his shaft with long, slow strokes of my tongue before wrapping my lips around him and creating the tight, we suction that drives him crazy. I want him to wake up with my mouth wrapped around him. His cock rises to my touch before he does.

  It doesn’t take long for him to wake with a start. He pulls my face up from his now hard cock to meet his eyes. He looks at me, his expression unreadable, and then kisses me.

  I pull back. "Leo, I'm worried."

  "About what?" he says groggily.

  "I don't know. About the future, I guess."

  "It's okay, baby. I promise. There's nothing that could go wrong. My plan is full proof."

  My heart sinks. He’s talking about our fake relationship. Of course he is. Why would I think this has turned into anything else for him? I’m setting myself up for heartbreak all over again if I forget for even a minute that this is all a game.

  I try to forget about it. It’s not hard to do when he rolls me over and pins me under his hard body. He spreads my legs, and without delay or hesitation, pushes his cock all the way in. I'm already wet from sucking him off, so he slides right in. I watch as he spreads my legs wider and then I wrap them around his toned waist.

  We fuck slowly this time, and I swear there's a connection. I know he must feel it, too. It can't just be me. You can’t fake this sort of thing, can you?

  He moves his body, rocking into me at a slow, steady pace. And the rhythmic waves start to pull from deep within my pussy. Heat rises and my orgasm builds fast. I come hard all around his cock, biting the pillow to muffle my cry.

  "I want t
o see you." He pulls my face forward so that he's gazing into my eyes, penetrating my soul, my body, everything.

  There's nothing to hide and nowhere to run. He sees me.

  And I guess I'm done running from this. If he hurts me, so be it. I'll live. I've gotten through it before. What's stopping me now? All I know is that I have to submit to this thing with him. I can’t hide from it anymore. I have to let it be and stop fighting against what everything in my nature is telling me to do.

  He slides in and out, taking his time, fucking me at a leisurely pace, and I try to memorize every second of it. This a different side of Leo, and I love it. I move my hips to try to take him deeper, wanting to be as close as we can possibly be.

  Eventually, after tearing through my soul with his eyes, he flips me over and thrusts into me from behind. The tip of his cock is hitting me just right, teasing my throbbing G-spot. It feels so fucking good.

  "Tell me what I need to hear," he says.

  I'm silent save for the moans that escape me.

  "Tell me."

  I resist, and he torments me over and over again. Finally, he's too strong and he wins. I simply have to come.

  "I'm yours, Leo. There's no other."

  As soon as I say it, he rocks harder and harder into me. He’s done being gentle. I let myself go and I come harder than before, my entire body quaking from the intensity. Blackness falls over me for a moment, and I know he's releasing into me but I'm so sated I’m hardly aware of it.

  I lean my head down onto the sheets and try to catch my breath.

  He slaps my ass and says, "Good girl."

  We're both totally spent, but where's the love?

  He casually leans over and takes his scotch. I watch him rest against the pillows, one arm behind his head.

  I turn over and wipe the sticky cum, both of our mingled juices, off my legs with the sheets. I crawl towards him and take the scotch from his hands.

  "I need something...stronger."

  He gazes at me like I'm his little plaything and nothing more. He knows he's got me wrapped around his fucking finger and I'm not sure if I love it or I hate it.