Insta-Bride: Contemporary Bride Book One

by Fox, Erin

  My hands take hold of her head and my hips rock and slam against her mouth. Vivienne’s fingers dig deep into my ass cheeks as I pummel her harder and she cries for more. This slut, this dirty, uncouth and wanton woman is making my cock stiffer. She makes me want to run wild, to devour her, to be as unbridled and unhinged as she is.

  Her mouth sucks my dick and I shoot white, hot cream into her throat. She is a vacuum, and not one drop of my cum is wasted. Vivienne swallows and smacks her lips in delight. She stands on tiptoe and kisses my mouth. I can taste me on her tongue, and it makes me go hard and erect again.

  I won’t let her beat me, control me as if I am her slave. She hasn’t bested me yet. I never took notice of her clothes because I always saw her like how she was yesterday, hot and naked. But now that I’m pulling at her skirt and top, fuck women’s clothing! Too many fucking zippers and buttons.

  Vivienne whimpers at my touch, as I graze one languid finger over her erect nipple underneath her top. Impatient and frustrated, I toss whatever gentleness and control I have in me and just tear her clothes. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t complain and helps me with her ruined clothing, lacy bra, and wet panties.

  Once we are both naked, she presses her soaking pussy on my thigh and rubs the clit against me. Shit! She is still trying to master me, to make me bend to her will! I reach two of my fingers to her pussy lips and stroke her folds. Vivienne tears her mouth away from mine and she screams, “Christ!” She rocks her body while I plunge my fingers deeper. Her breasts bounce and the nipples tempt me to suckle them hard, and I do so.

  I push Vivienne against the wall and remove my fingers. She sighs in frustration because I won’t let her finish, not yet. She collapses on a pool of our clothing and opens her legs to me. The pussy folds are beautiful, sparkling and sopping with want for me. I flick my tongue on her cunt and suck on the honey Vivienne has been carefully preparing for me.

  “Fuck me already,” she growls.

  I bend on my knees and my cock prods the slit of her pussy. She takes a deep breath, and I pull my cock back out. Vivienne glares at me, while I smile and laugh. “Beg me, Viv.”

  “Fuck you!” she spats.

  She’s been toying with me since we were at the restaurant. I’ll toy with her this time. I push a little of my dick inside her, a little deeper this time. “You really won’t beg?”

  “F-fuck you,” she says in an impish voice.

  I pull my cock out again. “Sure?”

  She shakes her head and in her eyes is fire, vehemence, and finally she screams. “Fuck you, Blake Williamson! And fuck your cock! I want you to fuck me until my pussy takes the shape of that monstrously large dick of yours!”

  I laugh, and while she’s in the middle of her complaining, I plunge my throbbing dick deep into her until her pussy devours my whole length to the base of my balls. “That’s not how you beg, Viv.” But I fuck her anyway, just as she says.

  Vivienne is speechless, save for her moaning and wailing. I slam my balls hard against her, and the sounds of our fucking — slap, slap, slap! — goes on and on like a broken record. Her fingers claw at the tiles, and her legs go high up above my head.

  “Oh my God! I can feel it. I can feel myself molding the shape of your cock. How is that physically possible?” she sings more praises about my dick, and I laugh in response.

  “I’m coming close, babe. You better get ready,” I grunt.

  “Oh yes, yes! Give it to me, Blake. Give me that hot froth, I’m your slutty latte!”

  Vivienne’s pussy clenches hard as if she’s trying to bite my dick off, but that’s a good sign. She’s ready for me and for my load. I plunge one last time, arch my back, and feel my balls empty into her. She screams fuck as if it’s a prayer that’ll save her from her orgasm. We’re both laughing like hyenas at her silly joke, caught up in lust. In joy…

  In love?

  I pull my cock out finally and lie on the floor beside Vivienne. Still in a state of pleasure, she breathes hard and closes her eyes. I prop my chin on her shoulder and let my fingers trace her delectable shape and figure.

  “W-what was that?” she asks and smiles at me. “Fuck! I think I can’t get over what just happened.”

  “What about my cock?”

  “Especially your cock.” She giggles and turns to me. “Blake, what is this between us? Obviously, you don’t find me whorish, even though we’ve had sex as much as we have now. You’re my model, too. Won’t things get messy?”

  “Viv, babe,” I say in a cocksure manner, “the sex is great, and if you think things will get messy, I won’t mind. I like it this way with you. It’s more fun. We can just try it out, you and me. Doesn’t it sound great?”

  She kisses me soundly on the mouth and softly says, “Yeah, you and me, babe. It does sound great, Blake.” She pauses. “There’s something I want to ask you. One career person to another…”

  I gulp. I need to ask her something kind of awkward, too. I may not be well-parsed on modern dating etiquette -- until now I’ve been married to just my work -- but this is awkward.

  “I’ll start?” I tell her. “I have something of an odd proposition.”

  She cocks her head to the side. “When I found someone, I figured it would be all fake… but I’ve been planning to get married--”

  Vivienne slaps me so hard, if my jaw was glass it would shatter.

  “You’re engaged?” Hell hath no fury like this woman who things she’s scorned.

  “NO!” I can’t help but laugh. “I’ve been trying to get more work with Instagram. Which has worked so far. But my agent and I agreed on a weird strategy. I want to get married so I’ll stop getting hit on so damn much, it’s making my DMs impossible. I missed an audition last week because I was getting so many tit pics.”

  I finally take a breath.

  Now, Vivienne bursts into laughter.

  Her face is bright red when she can finally talk again. “So my PA and I agreed that to combat some reader flak, I could get married. Since I never date…” She bursts into laughter again and I wrap my arms around her.

  “If you want to get this taken care of…” I pause. I want to suggest going to the courthouse. Doing it quick. Something feels off there. That’s not how you sweep a romance author off her feet.

  But she’s already nodding. “Let’s get a license and take care of this ASAP. Since you’re up for a fake marriage, I am too. We can do this quick.”

  The feeling in my stomach is still there. Like we should have more.

  But there’s also this feeling of joy.

  This is what I what I wanted.

  And I know I want her.

  “Sure thing.”

  10

  Vivienne

  I feel excited for so many reasons today. It’s my long-awaited book launch. I’ve been waiting for it for months. We’ve all been preparing for this. All the late nights, the revisions, the hysterics and all the coffees and at last, everything is coming to light. I can’t wait to see how my fans will react to my new book. I’m a bit anxious and a little scared this time. But I know that I’ll be content with whatever response my book will get. I’m still proud of this because of my personal journey.

  I get my phone to call Charlene.

  “Charl? Is Dusty already there?”

  “Yes, we’re only waiting for you now. What time will you get here?”

  “Oh. Give me 30 minutes. I’m almost done then I’ll leave right away.”

  “Sure thing. See you, Viv!”

  “Mhm. See you, Charlene.”

  Everyone’s there already. Now I start getting anxious again. Relax, Viv. It’s all going to be fine.

  I finish getting ready and leave my apartment. As I drive to the venue for the convention, I remember that Blake is also going to be there. Now I feel excited.

  I arrive at the venue in less than 30 minutes. I shouldn’t be late for my own book launching. As I got out of the car, I see Charlene waving at me and telling me to enter at the
side door.

  This is it, Vivienne!

  I make my way to her and saw Dusty waiting for us inside.

  “Hey, Viv! I thought you were going to be late.”

  “Of course not! I’m too excited to be late.”

  We all laugh and Charlene went over the schedule again.

  “Okay, business first.”

  I turn to look at her and smile. “Go on.”

  “So the launch will start at exactly 4:30 pm. It’s already 4:05 on my clock. The press is already here, waiting. Interviews will be done after. And then we have the fan-signing event at 5:00 pm and that will last for another 30 minutes.”

  “Okay, not too hectic. It’s not like the press will interview me page to page.” I chuckle and saw Dusty rolling his eyes.

  “Yeah, but still be prepared for any questions. And I mean any, okay? They can be nasty. They wouldn’t know the meaning of privacy if it danced in front of them.”

  I laugh and see Charlene and Dusty looking at me curiously.

  “What?”

  “You’re too happy.”

  “Shouldn’t I be? It’s my book launch! I can’t wait to see my fans and talk to them again. It’s the reward I get after all the late nights we pull. Plus with your revision demands, I just need to see the smile on my fans’ faces, and the stress is all gone.”

  “Okay, now you’re being totally crazy. Please be normal. We’re about to start in 20 minutes.”

  “Charlene, do we have estimates of the crowd? How many are we expecting to arrive?”

  “Uh, it should be around 100 or more, Viv. That’s excluding the press. So there should be quite a number. But no worries, everything is okay now. I made sure securities know the crowd estimate and the venue staff will take care of the seats. So we just have to wait and you just have to prepare yourself.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” I smile at Charlene. She really knows how to do her job properly. What would I do without my reliable PA?

  “Are you expecting any guests, Viv? So that we’ll let security know.” Dusty looked at me as I busy myself with my phone.

  “Hmm? Yeah. Blake will be here later.” I said naturally.

  “Blake? Why? Do we need the model already?” Charlene asks innocently.

  “Nope. But I need him here. We got married last week..”

  “What?” Now Dusty is standing up. I don’t know why he reacted like that, though. It’s not like it’s illegal or something. But… yeah. I know it’s a little wild. Charlene thought it was a good idea, so surely she’ll be on my side.

  “What? I said we’re married.”

  “Yeah, I heard you. Why?”

  “Why not, Dusty?”

  “Don’t start, Viv. You’re not that kind of lady.”

  “What kind?”

  “The kind that sleeps with her models because you’re strictly professional. And we all know that.”

  I look at Charlene still looking at me surprised. It’s the first time today that I see her not collected.

  “I know. I’m still professional. Don’t worry guys.”

  “How? You know how risky this could all turn out, Viv. You’re paying him, for god’s sake.”

  “I know that, Dusty. I’m not a kid.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Don’t say that. You know that I know what I’m doing. Do I ever do something I haven’t thought out?”

  “Well… no. But love can blind someone. You know that.”

  “Calm down. It’s not it’s like that already. We’re trying to get to know each other.”

  “Yeah? How? By sleeping together?”

  I turn silent. Dusty can talk to me that way; he knows he can, because I trust him with all my heart. And I know he trusts me too. But it seems like I triggered something in him today.

  “I know what I’m doing, Dusty. I swear. Don’t you trust me?”

  “I do, hon. I really do. And I care for you that’s why I don’t want you paddling on some uncharted waters now.”

  “Yeah, I know you do. And I really thank you for that. But you have to know that I’m smart enough for this. I’m strong enough for this. If ever anything happens that you were scared about, then by all means you can shut me up and tell me ‘I told you so’.”

  Dusty sighs and I look at Charlene. She looks so concerned about the whole thing. I know she’s trying to be professional and keep out of my personal matters as much as possible, but I also know the she really cares for me. I try to smile at her and she returns the smile albeit hesitantly.

  “Look guys, you don’t have to be scared for me. I just need to know that you both are with me on this, beside me, supporting me. You’re my support system, remember?”

  “Yeah… just take care of yourself, okay Viv? I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”

  “I know that, Dusty. Thank you.”

  “Well, let me excuse myself first. I need to go outside and talk to the press. I’ll give the cue when you can go out, okay?”

  “Thanks, Dus.” And he smiles at me and goes out.

  “Charl, you’ve been quiet.”

  “Yeah. Well, it’s your personal life, Viv. I should keep out. And I did think if you were going to do the marriage thing, he’d be the right one.”

  “You know I treat you like my own sister. Tell me if you want to say something.”

  “Well, just like what Dusty said. I hope you know what you’re doing. Sleeping with the model is a risky move, Viv. And you know that. And you married him.”

  “Yeah. That’s why I’m not rushing into anything. I’m just trying to enjoy everything. It’s mostly a deal we have… he wanted to get married, too. He knows women hate cheating. It’s so women will leave him alone on Instagram so he can book more work. I can post in my reader group that I fell in love with my cover model and married him so no one wants to hear more about my lack of a dating life. I have a book launch and I have someone who appreciates me too. Is that such a bad thing?”

  “No, of course not. If you’re happy then I’m really happy for you, Vivienne.”

  “Thank you, Charlene.” And we both got back to our phones and wait in silence as Dusty calls us to start the launch.

  Here it goes, Vivienne.

  “It’s just…”

  Charlene gives me the look.

  “Yes?”

  “Do you not realize how fucking stupid you both sound?”

  “Wow, so the gloves are off, huh, Charl?”

  “Love you like a sister. So. Yeah. First off romance readers hate cheating but not everyone on Instagram cares and he probably still gets a zillion chicks in his DMs. If I didn’t think it was crazy, I’d say he used that excuse to just sweep you off your feet. And I thought you’d like make an effort to date, not just marry someone right away.” Charlene’s eyes look like they are going to pop out of her head and she gasps for air.

  “Uhm.” I bite my lip. “I plead insanity. There’s this like rational part of my brain that hears you. But then I’m just… I don’t know. I love him,” I whisper the last admission.

  Charlene just smiles. “Book launch time!” She swats me on the ass.

  Indeed. Here I go...

  11

  Blake

  D-Day

  Vivienne invited me for the convention today. I remember when she invited me to come to her convention.

  “Blake, I was wondering…”

  “Hmm? About what?”

  “Well, you see… there’s this convention that I’m attending. Would it be possible for you to join me?”

  “Sure. What convention?”

  “It’s a convention for my book launch.”

  I stopped for a while and I thought, ‘Is this real?’

  “Blake?”

  “Oh yeah, sorry. Of course, if you’d want me there, why not?” I smile at Vivienne and she smiles so wide.

  “Of course, of course. I’ll expect you, then.”

  Remembering that makes me smile to myself. Vivienne is known to be so pr
ofessional in the industry, she’s strict and scary at times but at that time she just looks like a shy kid asking to be accompanied. It’s a different side of her that I just can’t help but adore. I know our marriage is to keep my Instagram randos and her fan’s questions at bay.

  But doing this together… it does something to me.

  She’s something.

  I think of her as my wife.

  My real wife.

  And when she wants to do a massive public event with me on her arm?

  Well, I hope she thinks of me as her husband.

  I get ready for the day. The convention is not starting until 4:30 PM and I still have another schedule before I can go to the convention. I was checking for mails when my phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Yeah, Blake. Are you all prepared for the meeting today?” Nigel is on the other end of the line.

  “Of course. I’ll be free in the afternoon right? I only have this meeting and I’m free after?”

  “Uhh, yeah. Did you have anything planned? I was wondering if we could talk about any prospective projects you had in mind. I dug a few things out of the wild Titty west that is your DMs.”

  I cringe. I’m glad Nigel has a second phone linked to my Instagram. It’s stupid, right, but I can’t look at some other woman’s tits and wade through them. I only want to see Vivienne’s perfect tits. I shake my head and remember I need to actual reply to Nigel, who’s patiently waiting.

  “Nah, we can’t do that today. I have a prior arrangement. I probably won’t be available for the rest of the day.”

  “How come?”

  “It’s a personal event. I’ll get back to you on that matter, though. Sorry Nigel, I need to get ready. I’ll see you at the meeting.”

  “Oh, alright. Bye.”

  I ended the call but I know that Nigel is so curious to know what that personal event could be. I’ll worry about that later. I finish getting ready for the meeting and get ready to leave.

  I arrive at the meeting with no other thoughts than what’s going to happen in the convention later. I know that I should be focusing for the meeting but I can’t help but think about the convention this afternoon. I don’t know if I’m anxious or excited about it, to be honest. I feel excited because it’s going to be a special event for Vivienne, but also anxious because I have never been to a convention like this. I know what I’m good at, I rock in front of cameras, posing and doing my thing but a convention is a different thing. I just hope that I don’t make a fool out of myself… and that my wife is happy with my performance.