Mr. Brown moves on and I shut out his voice, focusing on Arya’s little whimpers instead.
Her warm juices are spurting out with every hard thrust I give her. It feels incredible.
I never needed sex before tonight, but now, after this, I don’t know how I’m going to go ten minutes without feeling her juicy cunt wrapped around me.
“Oh, Nolan,” she starts whining. “I feel it… coming…”
I grit my teeth and start pumping my hips harder, slamming my rock hard cock into her virgin pussy. She’s crying out too loud. If we can hear the crowd, they might be able to hear us. So, I place my palm over her mouth, muffling her screams as I slide into her warmth over and over again.
This is her first time and I probably should be more gentle, but I can’t seem to stop myself. My fingertips dig into her bare flesh as I claim her pussy, fucking her like I’m laying ownership on it.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps in desperate pants. “I’m gonna come.”
I feel my heavy balls tighten at her words. Her hot walls are closing in on me, pulsing, milking, tightening all around me. I can’t hold it back any longer.
The crowd claps, roaring in approval.
It feels like they’re cheering for us.
“Come on my cock,” I beg as I grab the back of her neck and thrust in hard. I root every long inch in deep as the tightness in my veins snaps and everything comes undone.
“And now for the main prize of the evening…”
Arya is screaming against my palm as her pussy erupts on my cock. Our orgasms hit at the exact same time. Our bodies already so in tune.
We cling onto each other, our bodies shaking as the blissful pleasure builds and rips through us. The intense sensations are blinding. They take over and I can barely register what’s happening around us.
The lights going on over our heads. The wall behind me, which wasn’t a wall, but a red curtain, lifting. The shocked gasp of the crowd. The dropping of the mic.
The realization hitting…
My brain comes back online and I gulp as I slowly turn around to see Mr. Brown’s shocked face. My pants are around my ankles, so he’s staring at my bare ass with the entire hall of people watching from behind him.
Chapter Seven
Arya
1.3 seconds later…
“What is happen—Oh my God!”
I yank my dress up and quickly tuck my boobs away as Nolan jerks his cock out of me. He pulls his pants back on lightning fast.
There are hundreds of people watching us. Hundreds.
Guests, waitstaff, bartenders, the DJ—they’re all starting to snicker and laugh as Nolan yanks the bottom of my dress back down.
But Mr. Brown is not laughing. He looks like he’s about to have a stroke as Nolan turns around with his shirt off and his belt unbuckled.
“We were just giving her a test run,” he says as he taps the shiny red hood of the car. “She’s a smooth ride.”
I’m not sure if he’s talking about the car or my… never mind. It’s the car. Probably.
The crowd starts cheering and clapping as I awkwardly get to my feet. Mr. Brown is getting redder and redder with every passing second. Nolan warned me that he was very conservative and getting caught like this is the worst thing that we could have done.
Nolan spots a hanging rope and he yanks it down which makes the curtain fall like a guillotine. Suddenly, it’s just us two again. Alone in the room. His hot seed still making me glow from the inside out.
It was incredible, but the moment is ruined.
“What do we do?” I ask in a panic as I grab his shirt off the floor and hand it to him. Even in a situation as dire as this, I still take a second to admire his shoulders and arms one last time before his shirt covers them. That’s how fucking gorgeous he is.
“What we do,” he says as he pulls on his shirt and then his jacket, “is get the fuck out of here. Now.”
He grabs my wrist and starts moving back down the stairs, pulling me along with him. Security guards burst through the curtain as we arrive at the door.
The one in the lead tries to grab my other arm, but Nolan rears on him with a protective glare that makes him recoil.
“Don’t you touch her. Ever,” he growls in a possessive voice that makes my heart start pounding. “She’s mine.”
The guard steps back and lets us go. I follow Nolan through the door, holding up my dress as we run to the parking lot.
“Over there!” I say when I spot our driver smoking a cigarette while sitting on the hood of the limousine.
We rush over and jump into the back of the limo as Nolan barks at him to get behind the wheel and start driving.
My heart is pounding so hard that I’m worried it will explode as we peel out of the place. Only when we’re on the main boulevard with the hall far off in the rearview mirror does it start to slow.
Nolan and I stare at each other as we try to catch our breaths. Our looks of panic slowly dissolve into giggles, which quickly turn into deep belly laughs.
Tears are spilling down my eyes as I fall sideways onto the seat, clutching my ribs.
“Did you see his face?” I ask and then burst out laughing again.
Nolan imitates Mr. Brown’s shocked expression and I nearly pee my dress.
“All those people saw your bare ass,” I say as I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.
“I know,” he says, covering his eyes as he shakes his head. “At least you were covered up.”
I sit back up and lean against him, breathing in his intoxicating scent as I try to stop giggling. I glance down at his abs visible through his open shirt and the reality of what just happened hits me.
Not the getting caught part…
The other part.
The mind-blowing part.
Nolan just took my virginity with his big thick cock and I can still feel it down there, glowing. It was incredible. It was perfect.
“I don’t think Cline Corp will ever see another penny of investment from Harold Brown,” he says as he grabs a bottle from the bar. He opens it but doesn’t bother pouring it out. He just drinks straight from it instead. After his sip, he hands it to me.
Ugh! It tastes like gasoline.
“Give me a second,” he mutters as he pulls out his phone.
I take my shoes off and put my feet up as I watch him call someone at his company.
“Yeah, Trey. It’s me. I need you to make another donation to Harold Brown’s charity. Yup. The turtle one. One million dollars.”
My mouth drops open in shock. He’s so casual about throwing a million dollars around as if he’s giving someone a piece of gum.
“Was that serious?” I ask when he hangs up and puts his phone away.
He shrugs. “I don’t think he’ll be back after that, but maybe it will help blow things over.”
I swallow hard as I look at him leaning in the seat, his shirt open, his gorgeous abs on full display. His hair is a mess, but it still manages to look good on him. Maybe it’s even sexier than before.
“Speaking of blowing,” I say as I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of him. “We got interrupted.”
“We did.”
I slide my flat palms up his thighs and he sits a little straighter when I get to the long hardening rod growing in his pants.
“There was something I wanted to do,” I say as I reach for his buckle and start unbuckling it again.
“What was that?” he says with a hint of darkness in his voice. “Does it involve those pretty little lips?”
I lick them and nod as my mouth waters.
“And my big cock?”
“No spoilers,” I whisper as I pull down his zipper. “You’re just going to have to sit back, relax, and find out for yourself.”
He groans as I reach into his pants and pull out his stiff veined shaft. It’s so big. I knew it was large from how it felt inside me, but seeing it up close like this is shocking.
I run my hand up
his length with a firm grip and beads of come start pouring out of the tiny slit at the top. He groans with pleasure when they trickle down over my fingers.
Now, it’s my turn to taste him.
He watches with a hard stare and breathless lips as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick his seed clean off. I close my eyes and moan as I swallow him down.
“Wrap those lips around me, girl. Before I pass out.”
I open wide and do as he commands, sliding his dick between my lips as he watches me like he can’t get enough of what he’s seeing. His hands are squeezed into fists by his sides and I’m loving the feeling of being in so control of such a rich powerful man like Nolan Cline.
I moan as my mouth stretches wider. His pre-come slides along my tongue as I start to suck him off, pushing him deeper and deeper with every move of my head until my eyes are watering and I’m desperate to feel his release.
I coat every long inch of him with my tongue until he’s muttering words under his breath that I can’t hear over the slurping. I can’t get enough of this man. I could do this all day.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans as he starts to get close. “Don’t stop those pretty lips from moving.”
With my free hand, I play with his big masculine balls that feel so heavy and full. They tighten up and I whimper as he pushes further into my mouth with a grunt.
His cock lurches and he cries out as my mouth is suddenly filled with surge after surge of his hot come.
I moan greedily as I suck up every last drop and swallow him down. Nolan’s head is resting on the seat, his eyes falling closed as he watches me with a look of pure love.
I can feel his emotions. He doesn’t even have to say it.
But he does.
“I love you, Arya,” he says in a thick groggy voice. “I know it’s too soon to say it, but it’s true. I’m the kind of man who takes what he wants and the only thing I want is you. I’ve never wanted anything like the way I want you.”
I wipe my lips as I sit down beside him, letting his loving words flow through me.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he continues, “and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Are you serious?” He’s not laughing and suddenly, I’m not either. “You are serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious of anything in my entire life. Marry me.”
There’s nothing to say but the one word that’s screaming through my head.
“Yes!”
Chapter Eight
Arya
Nolan wasn’t kidding around when he said he wanted to get married. It’s the morning after our date and I’m opening the door to find a minister standing there.
“Hello,” he says as he holds onto his bible. “Someone wants to get married?”
He looks as shocked to see me as I am to see him. I’m standing at the door in Nolan’s robe with nothing on underneath. It’s definitely not wedding attire. Honeymoon maybe, but not wedding.
We spent all morning making love in every position imaginable and I just finished devouring a huge breakfast. I need a lot of nourishment to keep up with my insatiable alpha male.
“Did Nolan Cline ask you to come?” I ask the minister.
He glances at his paper and nods. “Nolan Cline marrying Arya Hendrix.”
I laugh and then step aside to let him in. “You got the right place.”
He’s all smiles as he walks in and looks around at the vast impressive lobby. Nolan has a sick penthouse suite in Manhattan with three floors and the most stunning views of Central Park imaginable.
He says it’s half mine now…
I guess it will be if we get married, which appears to be imminent.
When I told him that I had five roommates and that two of them were male, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. He made me promise that he’d stay with him from now on.
It was an easy decision to stay with Nolan. I’ve loved every second of being with him. It’s only been a short time, but our connection runs deep. I feel like I’ve known him my entire life.
The decision was even easier after he showed me his place with my own personal walk-in closet that he vowed to fill up with whatever I desired. That definitely beat my current closet, which is a bunch of crumpled up clothes stuffed under the small couch that doubles as my bed.
“Nolan!” I call out as I close the door behind the minister. “There’s someone here for you.”
He comes into the lobby wearing only a pair of pajama pants. He’s fresh from the shower with wet messy hair and some droplets of water still clinging onto his hard sculpted chest. How could I not want to marry this man?
“Oh, you’re here,” he says as his mouth curls up into a breathtaking smile. “Good. Let’s do it.”
“What time are the guests arriving?” the minister asks. “Did I come at the right time?”
“No guests,” Nolan grunts as he grabs my hands and stands in front of me. “We’re doing it now. I can’t wait another second.”
I can’t help but laugh. This man wants to marry me so badly that he’s willing to do it in his lobby with no shoes or shirt on. It sounds like a winner to me.
I just go with it, letting Nolan lead the way. We’re going to get married anyway, so why wait any longer?
“But we need a witness,” the minister says, looking flustered. I can tell this is not his usual gig.
“Hold on,” Nolan says before he rips open the door and runs into the hall.
It’s quiet and awkward standing in front of the minister while we wait for him.
“This is most unusual,” he says as he bites his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” I say with a shrug. “The past twenty-four hours have been pretty unusual, but when life serves you up an amazingly hot guy who’s totally, utterly, head-over-heels in love with you, you gotta go with it and let it ride.”
Nolan comes back with the elevator attendant. He’s gripping his collar and dragging him in.
“But Mr. Cline! I have to stay with the elevator!” he cries as Nolan slams the door.
“There,” Nolan says with a nod. He grabs my hand and stands in front of the minister. “Proceed.”
The minister shakes his head, but starts reading his paper, marrying us.
It’s like a dream. It’s like a fairytale.
I still can’t believe this is my life.
But it’s not a dream. It is real. I’m touching Nolan right now.
And he’s squeezing my hand back.
It’s all a pleasant blur until Nolan says ‘I do,’ and then the minister turns to wait for my answer.
“I do,” I quickly say.
“Then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
He does.
And when those sweet lips hit me, I know I made the right decision.
Chapter Nine
Nolan
“I love this song!” Arya screams into my face as the guitarist starts strumming a new melody. “Are you having fun?”
I get a face full of spit as she screams at me over the roar of the crowd and the sound of the band.
“I always have fun with you. You know that.”
She smiles, steps on her toes, and kisses the bottom of my chin before turning around to watch the performance. I wrap my protective arms around her as she sways her sweet body to the song, making me rock hard.
This is not my favorite music and I hate having my girl in a tight crowd where any random fucking guy can brush up against her curves. It makes me grit my teeth knowing that Arya used to come to concerts like these without me. My heart starts pumping angrily when I wonder how many guys ran their hands over her ass or grazed her tits with their arms.
Take it easy, I tell myself. I’m here with her now. Those days of her alone are over.
The singer starts singing in a raspy voice as the drummer joins in and I don’t know if it’s the beautiful song or my beautiful wife in my arms, but the enjoyment c
omes. My heart swells as I hold Arya tight. I’ve never been this happy before.
Never.
I didn’t even think it was possible. I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. I owe this girl everything.
We’ve been married for three weeks and I already know that it’s going to last a lifetime. My obsession hasn’t waned since the night of the gala, in fact, it’s only grown and deepened as I learn more about her.
She’s teaching me so much and I’m starting to see that there’s life beyond work. And it’s pretty nice.
It hasn’t all gone over smoothly though. Arya moved in with me immediately, which meant that her naked body was between my sheets when I woke up at five AM every morning to go to the office. I haven’t been able to resist it. Not once in three weeks, so I’ve been showing up later, which pissed Westin off.
He was already pissed that I had lost Mr. Brown’s account. Oh yeah, we’re not getting that business back. Not after I gave his classic Shelby GT350 a wax job with Arya’s ass cheeks in front of everyone he knows.
But I don’t care. He can take his hundred million dollars and keep it.
I have my girl in my arms and that’s all I need.
My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding after the show as we walk down the sidewalk hand in hand.
“How did you like your first concert?” she asks with a big smile on her face as she looks up at me.
“I loved it,” I answer, surprised that I’m not having to lie. I love everything when Arya is there. “Can I pay you back for the tickets?”
“Nope,” she says, shaking her head with a smug smile on her sexy lips.
“What about for the beer or for dinner?”
“I told you, it was on me. I wanted to treat you to your first concert.”
She’s so damn adorable. Sometimes I think my old cold heart can’t take it.
We’re passing my office building when the garage door opens and Eli’s Ferrari zips out. He stops and rolls down the window when he sees us.
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