I moaned, “Fuck Asher, we don’t have time to be playing out fantasies. We have two years of marriage for the things you just described, so please just fuck me and then we will head out into the reception to cut cake, do crappy speeches, and watch your brother try to put the moves on Lily,” I sighed. That girl was crazy; she was so going to sleep with Asher’s brother, because no one could refuse a Crawford. That much I realized when I witnessed Mr. Crawford flirt up a storm with half of my female guests, and then turn his moves onto his wife. Thank goodness she watched his behavior like a hawk, because then it stopped her from blabbering to guests about babies, and how we are so perfect for each other. In all honesty, she was kidding herself, she was talking bullshit. Asher and I would kill each other by the end of two years’ worth of matrimony. The three weeks leading up to tonight were testing, and filled with several fights and a lot, and I do mean a lot, of makeup sex.
“This isn’t going to be sweet, it’s going to be rough, hard, and very quick,” Asher warned.
I licked my dry lips and gave a quick smile, while he unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his already erect cock. The man went commando and at a wedding… damn I should have thought of that. He smiled at my sudden observation of his man bits, and ran his hand up and down its shaft. My mouth watered, but I didn’t have time to think about sucking him off. I wanted him buried deep inside me.
“Asher, please,” I begged.
“I’m coming, naughty girl, pull your underwear aside,” he smiled, leaning over my body. This was going to be missionary, vanilla-style sex, something I seriously wasn’t into, but I would deal. At this point in time I just needed an orgasm and to escape the crazy happenings out in the ballroom of City Hall, where all our family and friends were off getting hammered and dancing to the celebrity DJ Asher hired to entertain us. I slipped my hand between our bodies and pulled aside the small string of the white lace thong, exposing myself to him and in turn feeling a little ashamed at how wet I was. The cool air hit my lady bits with a vengeance, making me suck in my breath at the sudden chill I could feel. I knew within minutes my body would be warm and wriggling under Asher’s perfectly built frame.
He positioned himself and rubbed the head of his dick along my folds. “Fuck Blakey,
you’re so horny, every fucking time I need you
you’re willing and waiting,” he groaned out as she pushed inside me, filling me. “That’s it, baby girl, grip me tight,” he groaned yet again.
It didn’t matter how many times we had sex, it still surprised me at how alert my body was, how it reacted to him. I hated, loathed, being pinned under a man, but being pinned under Asher was delightful, and in saying that, I think I might just allow the sneaky fucker to screw me like this more often if it meant every carnal part of my body could sense him, feel him, and cry out for him.
“Yes,” I gasped as he pulled out and then pushed back into me. He was correct this would be over quick, but for now, I was going to savor everything he could give me and pray that he didn’t go and fuck up my hair.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, slamming his enchanting cock into me yet again. His hold on my hips was going to leave a bruise or two, but the wedding dress would hide it for now.
“Just that we’re in here having sex while three hundred guests wait out in the fucking ballroom, probably getting so hammered that they haven’t realized the bride and groom have snuck off,” I giggled.
As the little giggle slipped from my lips, we heard the crashing of a door being slammed down the hall. I bit down on my bottom lip.
“Shhh, my fuckable marshmallow,” he smiled, bringing his hips back and crashing into my sex yet again. I cried out silently as we heard voices coming closer toward where my husband was making my body come alive and ridding my now somewhat sore, and I bet bruised, hips. The thought of being caught only fuelled my oncoming orgasm. I felt my whole body tighten, I was wound up and with a few pleasurable pumps of his cock, I came undone, Asher throwing his hand over my mouth to stifle my screams of desire.
The voices got louder before they continued down the hall and away from us, just as the aftershocks of my orgasm were subsiding. Asher smiled and released his grip on my mouth. I chuckled and immediately felt the sudden intrusion of his dick. He hadn’t gotten off yet, instead he let me ride the wave of pleasure. I smiled and pushed at his chest, making him stop what he was doing.
“What?” he asked, staring at me. Locking eyes with this man was often dangerous. I pushed a little more and made him stand up. He took me with him. I turned around and placed on knee on the chaise lounge while bracing myself on the ground with the other.
“Go on, I know much you like it from behind, and you know I’ll always happily oblige… fuck away,” I stated. He stepped closer
and leaned over me, bracing his arms on the back of the chaise lounge and surrounding me with all his manliness. Fuck, my man was practically edible in a suit.
“Oh, you’re so sweet sometimes, marshmallow,” he whispered, nipping at my exposed neck before lifting the back of my dress and positioning himself yet again. He didn’t wait for permission because technically I had already given it to him; instead he just went back to ploughing his cock inside of me.
Oh yeah, my ass took a beating a few weeks back, but now the hips were certainly going to be battered from the lethal grip his hands had on me. It wasn’t long before I found myself riding another orgasm and Asher came along for the journey with me.
Asher
I didn’t give two shits about anything except for making sure the marriage was legal, and the party was enjoyable… oh, and that I wanted and certainly needed to fuck Blake the minute I could get any spare time with her. And thank goodness I had managed to achieve all three. Cloakroom; she was quick thinking. I smiled to myself as I watched Blake Crawford dance with her father. The night was still young and I knew all too well that the one week I had managed to pull for us to enjoy our ‘honeymoon’ wasn’t going to be long enough. I wanted Blake every which way, and she in turn wanted me to take her in every way.
Fucking her vanilla-style wasn’t what she had wanted, but she did embrace it. I, of course, had other plans up my sleeve for us to explore.
I had hit up a fellow business associate who owned a company called BSS (Blissfully Seductive Sex), and between him and his wife they had managed to send me everything I
would need in order to fulfil Blake sexually. The girl wanted kink and by every fiber in my being I was going to give her so much fucking kink,
she was going to wish she never laid down a challenge like asking me if I could handle her.
I intended to handle her all right and not in a vanilla sort of way.
***
“I know it’s only a week away but I doubt you will be disappointed with what I have planned,” I groaned in agony, fantasizing about all the possibilities that could play out in the week ahead.
“What’s with the cheeky grin?” she asked. “No… no… no, you have that fuck-me look in your eyes. Remove it now… we’re about to board a plane and I don’t intend to join the mile high club, at least not with you,” she continued.
She had no idea that in about thirty seconds, when we slipped through the glass double door at the end of this terminal, we would be boarding a Crawford jet, privately owned by yours truly and stocked with some explicitly dirty items. Sex toys like handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, and soft rope. I even scored some floggers, a whip, and some other items I intended to keep secret until I needed them.
“Stop it, Asher,” she said, licking her lips. The move made my dick twitch. I wanted to bend her over the private jet’s queen bed that was located at its tail, and spank her for such a thing. It might have been a sweet, innocent slip
of her lips, but the girl needed to learn that licking her lips made my cock rise to attention.
Since I was set to work beside her, I wasn’t going to have the time to fuck her day in and day out. This was purely meant to be a bu
siness arrangement… the perfect business arrangement, and so far, all was going well. However, all good things must come to an end. I had a feeling once this honeymoon was over, once we went back to our lives in Chicago and started to play house, to work together… all good things were going to come to an end indeed.
Chapter Sixteen
Eight Months Later
Blake
Eight months of marriage can fly by in an instant. Eight months married to Asher was time-consuming, gave me a headache, but the sex… wow… OMG, it was just as amazing as the first time we fucked, and just as wicked as the sex we had at our wedding reception, when we managed to sneak away for a little roll around in the cloakroom.
The only problem now was the secret I had been trying to keep under wraps for the past three months. Why it took me this long to even consider telling him was crazy, I really should have told him the moment I found out. I kept thinking back to our contract, thinking about every dot point we had discussed, and the ones we didn’t.
The secret I was hiding was one of the points we had skimmed over, but never
discussed at length. Asher was going to kill me. I warned him, but then I also never bothered to put my foot down and demand he wear protection. We had had sex more than a dozen times and neither of us bothered to even think before diving into each other’s beds. I was on the pill but it wasn’t a full proof plan from preventing accidents from happening. Fuck it, I needed to man-up or in my case woman-up and try to find some way of telling him the secret I had kept so tightly hidden. Things were going so well and I knew I was about to fuck it all up. I hated life, shit… I hadn’t spoken to anyone about this, only a doctor, who confirmed my very own and very real suspicions. I was stupid, stupid… stupid to not be more careful.
Blake, is everything alright?” Asher asked, making me jump out of my skin. My stomach dropped and suddenly I felt sick. How could I tell him that I was about to uproot his life?
“Blake,” he called making me look up at him. Fucking hell, I was crying, why on earth was I crying?
“What’s wrong?” he asked. I swallowed hard, it was now or never. “I’m pregnant,” I cried, blurting out the information as best I could amongst all the tears.
His face paled and he looked like he was going to be sick. I knew this was a mistake; I was
silly to think that he would do the right thing:
man-up and take responsibility for our fuck-up.
“Oh no… say you’re joking?” he roared, making me jump in my chair yet again.
I could feel the tears pricking my eyes, my emotions were so out of whack of late and now I knew why. “I’m not kidding,” I sobbed, “I’m pregnant.”
“How long?” he roared. “How far along are you?”
“Umm… five months,” I whispered.
“I can’t do this,” he yelled, “This was not supposed to happen, fucking hell,” he continued.
“What am I supposed to do? We never discussed the issue of children. In that fucking contract you made me sign it stated that we were to discuss it and you never took the time,” I groaned.
“That’s because I never thought that far ahead… fuck me, Blake, we have been married for all of eight months and now…”
“And now I’m pregnant with your child,” I interjected.
“Fuck,” he grumbled.
“Would you please stop cussing,” I remarked.
“What do you want me to do, Blake? You just dump this news on me now. You’re five months pregnant and you’re barely showing.
Why on earth did you take this long to come and tell me…? Fuck, don’t dump it on me five
months into a pregnancy we can’t even terminate.”
“I didn’t just dump this news on you, and don’t you dare start talking about getting rid of something I already find precious. Besides, you’re my husband you’re supposed to support me,” I yelled.
“I can’t do it. I’m not ready for a responsibility like this,” he replied.
“And you think I fucking am?” I responded. “I’m not ready for this. I don’t know if I will ever be ready for this, but I am not going to get rid of a child all because you’re not prepared,” I shouted, standing up and trying to make an exit from the room. It had become too small, too confined, and I found it difficult to breath.
“I can’t do this Blake,” he repeated. “I just can’t.”
“Well, I’ll make it real easy on you. If you don’t want this baby then fuck off, don’t call, don’t text, don’t track me down. It’s over Asher, it’s over… you only wanted this marriage to keep your company. Well, too bad that the little marriage, the prefect business arrangement you put together, just slipped through your fingers because I’m gone and this… it’s over,” I sobbed, opening the door and walking out with what little strength I had left. I dialed a cab straight away.
Eight months of marriage clearly meant nothing to him and so it was time to deal. Deal with the fact that I was now going to be a single mother to a little peanut brought into this world. I would make sure it knew its mother would always love, support, and cherish him or her. As I hopped into the back of the cab I broke down; this was going to be hard.
***
I was grateful that I never bothered to rent out my apartment, though I did allow Lily to come and go whenever she needed it or if she was in the city, drunk.
As I walked through the doors of my flat, it all hit me. I was alone, scared, frightened to move on by myself. I walked into my bedroom, dropped my bag, and sagged to the floor before bringing my knees to my chest and letting everything spill out.
“Blake,” I heard Lily softly call out. I looked up at her as she walked into the room. My eyes blurred with tears and then they began to flow like a river. I don’t know if I could do this, if I could be a single mother… alone.
“What’s wrong?” Lily asked.
“Asher and I broke up…. but that not it,” I sobbed. “I’m pregnant,” I blubbered. I was a big, emotional mess.
“Oh sweetie,” Lily said, running to my side. “Is this why Asher broke it off?”
“He said he couldn’t handle it, he said he couldn’t…”
“Shhh… don’t stress, it’s not good for you or the baby,” Lily stated. “He’ll come back, he will realize you’re worth everything and that this baby is a blessing, you’ll see,” she reassured.
I didn’t know what I was doing, all this was new. I was a twenty-seven-year-old woman about to become a mother for the first time, and I didn’t have a clue how to even raise a child. Luckily I had four months to figure it all out.
Chapter Seventeen
One month later
Blake
It had been a month and I still had heard no word from Asher. Not that I was counting on it, but I had suffered three weeks of crying myself to sleep, holding my stomach and wishing he would just come to his senses and realize me and his baby were priority number one. Of course I figured out after three weeks that he wasn’t coming back, and I knew better than to think he would.
Sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for the nurse to arrive made me feel excited, yet somewhat frightened. I didn’t know what to expect, who to expect, but I knew for certain why I was so excited about this check-up.
I was past the ‘danger zone’, the first trimester; before I even figured out I was pregnant. Being out of the first trimester didn’t
completely guarantee me anything but it did
assure me that I was having this baby. Being several months pregnant and only just showing signs of pregnancy were a little astonishing to me and to my doctors. I read stories of mothers with such acute morning sickness that they had to be hospitalized. Other stories I read, I swear I will never ever read again. It’s amazing the information you can find on the web.
“Miss Wright?” the nurse called. I looked up from the gossip magazine I was rummaging through. “Miss Wright,” the nurse called again, this time smiling at me. “Good morning Miss, if you’
ll follow me, the doctor will examine you and then we will take you in for an ultrasound,” she smiled.
That was the whole reason I was excited about this appointment. I got to see and hear the little peanut growing inside my belly. The nurse led me into the examination room “If you’ll change into these and lay on the table, the doctor will be in shortly.”
I barely made it onto the table when the good doctor came bouncing in, a smile on his face. “Good morning Miss Wright, how are we on this glorious day?” he enquired. I wasn’t too sure about this doctor; he was a lot more cheerful than I anticipated, but he was the best private baby doctor in town.
“I’m fine,” I smiled. I just wanted this part to be over so I could go and see my baby, even if it was only on a monitor.
“Well, we will get started. If you wouldn’t mind bringing your legs up then just letting them fall open, I’ll be able to examine you before you move on to check out the bub,” the doctor ordered.
I did as instructed but felt uneasy at yet another man eyeing my vagina in such a way. I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that a lot of people would be gazing upon my womanhood leading up to the birth.
This was the first ultrasound I was able to book. At almost twenty-four weeks pregnant, it was guaranteed that I would be able to see the sex of my baby. I had put off getting anything done, ultrasounds, check-ups, you name it, because I was so down, but I tried to stay healthy. I was a lot rounder and getting a lot fatter than I anticipated, but I kind of liked it. I still hadn’t told my parents, and as for Asher’s parents, well, I bet they didn’t even realize Asher and I weren’t together anymore.
“Well, it appears everything is in order, which means you can go with the nurse to the ultrasound room to see the baby on the screen and hear its heartbeat,” the doctor smiled, removing his gloves and throwing them in the bin. He mumbled something to the nurse which I couldn’t understand.
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