Virgin Bride: A Single Dad Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  He’s an old man wearing big black robes. He looks almost comical in them, but I don’t much feel like laughing. I’m nervous as hell when he makes me stand facing Griffin and we hold each other’s hands as James and the secretary stand off to one side and witness the ceremony.

  The judge does it quick and simple. He says some words, clearly a little rehearsed speech on love, and then we do the vows. We exchange rings, simple gold bands that Griffin bought yesterday. When we’re finished with the vows and the rings, we kiss, and finally we sign some paperwork. James has to sign as well as the witness, the secretary signs and notarizes it, and finally the judge signs it.

  “Congratulations,” he says, smiling. “You’re now husband and wife.”

  Griffin grins at me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me again. James laughs but it sounds hollow.

  The whole thing takes ten minutes at most. When we walk out of the room, the paperwork signed and all the fees paid, Griffin and I are married.

  “How do you feel?” James asks Griffin.

  “I feel married.” We walk together out of the courthouse and we pause on the front steps.

  “Well, this is huge,” James says. “I have to admit, I thought you might back out.”

  Griffin laughs. “No, not backing out.”

  “Let me take you two out,” James says. “Whatever you want, on me.”

  “No, that’s okay,” Griffin says. He gives me a dirty grin. “We’re going on our honeymoon now.”

  James laughs. “Okay then, you two crazy kids.” He heads off toward the parking lot. “Have some fun, okay!”

  “Thanks,” I say to him and Griffin waves.

  We watch as he hurries away and Griffin sighs. “That bastard,” he says.

  “What?” I ask.

  “He felt so fucking guilty,” he says. “He practically just ran off to go report to your father, I bet.”

  “Griffin,” I say softly.

  He shakes his head angrily. “No, it’s okay. I know what’s happening here. It’s the truth, isn’t it? He’s in your father’s pocket.”

  We stand there in silence for a moment before Griffin turns back to me and smiles.

  “Hey,” he says. “We just got married.”

  I laugh as the absurdity of that statement really hits me. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “I mean, we’re legally husband and wife.”

  “I know. And to think just a few hours ago I despised you so much.”

  He laughs at my joke and grabs me, pulling me against him. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.

  “Of course,” I say. “It’s already done, anyway.”

  “I know. It’s just… that was real.”

  “It wasn’t how I always pictured my wedding, but it wasn’t so bad.”

  “How did you picture it?”

  I shrug and press my cheek against his chest. “White dress. Big party. That sort of thing.”

  “So in your ideal wedding, the groom isn’t wearing jeans?”

  I look up at him and grin. “That’s right.”

  “Whoops.”

  “You screwed that one up.”

  He grins and kisses me again. “Oh well. Too late now.”

  “Now what?” I ask him.

  “I mentioned a honeymoon, didn’t I?”

  I laugh and shrug. “I guess you did. Where are we going?”

  “Well, there’s a honeymoon suite available right now.” He smirks and kisses me again, this time more deeply and slowly. When he pulls away, I can feel excitement beginning to pool between my legs. “I was thinking, we should probably consummate this marriage. Make it real.”

  “Oh, you were thinking that, were you?” I smile up at him but inwardly my heart is hammering so fast. “I guess we’ll have to then.”

  “Come on,” he says. “I can’t wait to get my new wife undressed.” He pulls me toward his car and I can’t help but laugh.

  This is my husband. Whether it’s real or not, it’s legal at least. He’s the man I’m married to, and we’re really going through with this dangerous game. I have no clue how my father is going to react, but he’s going to be angry. I know that for sure.

  For once in my life, I don’t think I care what my father is going to think. I don’t think that really even matters at all. In the end, it’s only going to be about what I think, and right now I think I want to feel my new husband’s cock deep between my legs.

  I want to taste him. I want to feel him fuck every single one of my holes and completely dominate me. I’ve given him my virginity in every single way possible, and now I’ve given him my entire self. I want him to take me home and use me now, use me the way I want to be used.

  I want to fuck my husband until I can barely breathe.

  23

  Griffin

  I’m too impatient. As soon as the door to the honeymoon suite closes, I press Erin up against the wall and kiss her full and deep.

  We’re fucking married. I knew we were going to do it, I knew it was real, but some part of me thought it still wouldn’t happen. But we did it, right in front of that bastard James. I’m sure he ran off to go report to Erin’s father as soon as possible like the good little lapdog he is.

  But that doesn’t matter to me. In this moment, the only thing that matters to me is kissing Erin and making her feel fucking good. She’s my wife now and that’s what a good husband does, and I want to be a good husband.

  I kiss her full lips as my hands roam her body. I don’t know what part of her I want to start with first, or where I want to fuck her. I want to feel that tight little ass wrapped around my cock but I also want to come inside of that tight pussy, make her scream with pleasure, plead for more.

  But I don’t need to get ahead of myself. I have all night.

  I love the taste of her soft tongue as she kisses me back with a passion that matches my own. Her breasts are full and she doesn’t resist as I peel her clothes off one by one until she’s wearing just her bra and panties.

  I smirk at her, hands on her smooth hips. “I’m impatient,” I say.

  “You couldn’t even wait until we were all the way inside.”

  I kiss her again and feel her full breasts. She gasps as I pull off her bra, leaving her almost entirely exposed. I can tell she’s embarrassed and a little shy, though I don’t know why she would be at this point. I’ve seen every inch of her body. I’ve tasted everything there is to taste, and I keep coming back for more.

  I reach around and cup her ass, squeezing her against me, letting her feel my hard cock through my tight jeans. She moans and reaches down and unbuckles my belt. I bite her lower lip, making her gasp as she pulls my jeans down. I step out of them and kick them aside.

  She grasps my cock through my boxer briefs and I smirk at her, pushing her back against the wall.

  “Is that what you want?” I ask her. “My hard fucking cock?”

  “Maybe,” she says, looking me in the eyes.

  “You want your husband’s big dick in your tight little virgin cunt, don’t you?”

  “Not a virgin anymore,” she says and smirks at me.

  I grin and grab her wrists. I pin them up above her head and hold them there with one hand. I tease her breasts with my free hand then slowly slide it down underneath her panties, finding her soaking little pussy.

  She gasps and moans as I keep her pinned there. She’s so fucking small and tight, and I fucking love it. I slide my fingers inside of her, pressing them deep up into her pussy, making her gasp and squirm. I keep her wrists pinned tight as I suck her nipple and fuck her pussy with my fingers.

  This is my wife’s body, and I’m going to do whatever I want to it. That thought drives me fucking wild. I bite her nipple, teasing it with my tongue, and fuck her pussy with my fingers.

  I release her wrists and drop down to my knees. She groans as I pull her panties off. I bury my face between her legs, finding her slick little pussy. I suck and lick it, down on my knees in front of her.
She spreads her legs wider as I cup her ass with my hands, holding her in place.

  I love her fucking taste and the noises she makes. It’s so goddamn sexy. I could eat every single drop she has to offer and still come back for more. My tongue explores her, licking every inch, sucking and teasing her clit.

  She wraps one thigh around my head, pressing me closer. I dig my fingers into her ass as I keep sucking her, getting her moans nice and loud, pushing her to the edge.

  I pull back just as she’s getting louder. I stand and grab her by the hair, making her gasp.

  “Get in here,” I say to her, dragging her into the room.

  “Shit, Griffin,” she moans.

  “I like when you say my name, wife,” I answer, smirking at her.

  I bring her into the main living room then slowly push her to her knees in front of me.

  “Now you’re all mine,” I say to her. “And I want to feel my cock down that throat. Can you take it all, wife?”

  She pulls off my briefs and eagerly takes my cock in her hand. She teases my tip for a moment before I bury myself in her mouth, pressing in past her teeth. I savor the feeling of her fucking throat wrapped around my cock and I even love the little gagging noises she makes as she lets me fuck her mouth.

  I’m so goddamn hard with my cock buried down my wife’s throat, I can barely fucking think. She’s so fucking sexy as I pull her back and lean forward. I kiss her deeply, not caring that my cock was just between her lips.

  I step aside then press her forward onto her hands and knees. She looks back over her shoulder at me, teasing me with that ass.

  “Is this what you want from me?” she asks. “Is this why you married me?”

  I grin and pull off the rest of my clothes. I like the way she stares at my muscular body like she’s never seen it before. I get down behind her, slapping her ass nice and hard, making her gasp.

  “That’s right,” I say. “I married you for this tight little cunt. I married you for the way you love to gag on my cock. I married you for how much of a dirty slut you are.” I grab her hips and taste her tight pussy with the tip of my cock. “And I married you for the noise you make as I bury myself deep inside of you.”

  I press my cock between her legs, making her gasp and moan as I stretch her little pussy to the brim. She arches her back and wiggles her hips, sliding back down my length, taking every single inch of me.

  I love the way she’s greedy for my cock. She has no experience with men before, and she has no clue how big I really am. That doesn’t matter though, because she can’t get enough of it.

  I grab her hair tight and start to fuck her rough from behind. I want to use my wife’s little pussy up, take her nice and rough. I don’t want to be gentle. I want her to know who her fucking husband is. I’m the man who makes her beg and moan, sweat and groan, and makes her come nice and hard. When she’s finished, I’ll fill her up and leave her begging me to go again.

  I slam into her pussy, slapping her nice, full ass. I love how her pale skin turns red with my handprints. It gets me so fucking excited.

  She looks over her shoulder at me. “Come on, fuck me,” she begs. “I want to feel it, Griffin. You’re my husband now.”

  “You really want it, don’t you?” I smirk at her and pull her hair harder. She gasps, chin tipped in the air. “You want it all?”

  “Please,” she begs. “I need it so badly.”

  I slam my cock balls deep inside of her, making her moan. I reach forward and tease her breasts as I slam into her, not holding back anymore. If she wants it all, I’ll give it to her. Even if she can’t handle it.

  I slam into her tight pussy, rocking into her, making her moan. I reach around her hips and rub her clit as I work myself into her. She starts to groan and work her hips, bucking back against me, riding my thick cock.

  Suddenly, I know what I want. I know how I want to finish this. I pull myself out, making her gasp, and then I stand. I hold onto her hair and drag her with me over to the window.

  “Come here,” I grunt at her. I push the curtains aside then push her up against the large window. It overlooks the city.

  “Griffin,” she gasps as I press her forward. She braces herself against the glass by her palms. “People can see me.”

  “You think so?” I grab her hair again, turning her back to me. “Good. I want them all to see my new wife. Look at this tight little pussy that I get to fuck, everyone.”

  I spread her legs wide then sink my cock deep inside of her. She moans, throwing her head back.

  “That’s right, you like it too, don’t you? I bet you want people to watch.” I slam my cock into her, fucking her rough, taking her like the fucking animal I am.

  There’s no more talk between us. We both know what we want. I slam into her as she bucks her hips back against me, riding my every inch. I want to make her come up against this window for the whole goddamn world to see, and I won’t stop until I get what I want.

  I slap her ass and slam into that tight pussy. She responds by moaning and working back against me, and we’re both sweating, pushing to the limits. I want to dominate her, destroy her, making her come so hard she forgets her fucking name. I start to rub her clit and fuck her tight pussy faster, deeper, making her moans get loud and deep.

  I know she’s about to come when she presses her breasts and face against the glass. She’s totally lost herself and it drives me wild. Her whole body starts to shake and spasm as the orgasm washes through her, overwhelming her body.

  It drives me wild and pushes me over the edge. I slam into her tight pussy and I can’t take it anymore. She feels so fucking good as I sink myself deep into her. I come hard, filling her tight little pussy up. I can practically feel it dripping out all around my thick cock as I come deep inside of her.

  Slowly we finish, sweating and gasping for air. We collapse together onto the couch, my arms wrapped around my gorgeous wife’s perfect skin.

  I can’t believe this is really my wife. Maybe it’s not supposed to be real, but in this moment, our bodies wrapped so tightly together, it feels very, very real. I can’t imagine anything more real than this. I wouldn’t want anything else. For me, it’s only Erin. I only need her and her alone. I don’t know what’s going to happen from here on out, but I don’t care.

  Right now, in this room, I’m fucking happy.

  24

  Erin

  I wake up early with Griffin and for the first time in a long time, I realize that I don’t really have a home.

  Well, maybe I do. Maybe this can be my home. I try not to think about that too much as I get Lacey ready and take care of her while Griffin showers and dresses for work. We chat and flirt and kiss, and it all seems to normal, but I keep glancing down at the ring on my finger.

  I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This isn’t normal at all, but then again, I’ve never really done normal very well. I have to admit that I like being in Griffin’s house with him and Lacey, and he’s gone above and beyond to make me feel like I’m welcome and at home. Still I can’t help but feel like I’m intruding on their lives a little bit, even if I am married to him.

  After Griffin goes to work, this feels a little more normal. I spend the day with Lacey like I always do, keeping her occupied and happy, though in the back of my mind I can’t help but wonder what’s happening with Griffin at his job.

  My family has to know at this point. There’s no way they don’t. I’m sure James immediately went to my father and told him what was happening, and if he didn’t, I’m sure he knows all about it now. This sort of thing doesn’t stay secret for very long.

  I haven’t gotten a phone call. I expected something from my father or my mother, but neither of them are getting in contact with me. I thought my father would be furious, absolutely crazed with anger, but instead I’m getting nothing but silence from him.

  In some ways, that’s worse. Although he’s a very bad man and he deserves whatever he gets, he’s still my father, and I s
till have that weird instinctive desire to make him proud. I don’t want anything to do with him and yet I don’t want him to be disappointed in me. I know it’s crazy and stupid but it’s really how I feel.

  I keep looking at my phone and wondering when they’ll call, but maybe they never will. I know I crossed a line by marrying Griffin like this, and I’m sure my father’s aware that I only married Griffin to spite him. I’m betting he thinks that I’m dead to him.

  Maybe that’s for the best. I never want to go back there, and if he doesn’t want me to come back, I won’t ever be tempted to try and make amends with my family. Maybe it’s better that they just see me as some traitorous whore or whatever they think. When this is all over, I can live my life without them, and I won’t ever have to worry about them coming to bother me.

  I take a deep breath and smile. It does feel a little liberating. I’m out of their shadow and no longer under their control. I’m married to the enemy and I’ve fully embraced my role as a traitor to my awful family. They’re going to go down and they’re going to deserve it, and I have to admit that I like that I’m a part of their demise.

  I do worry that our plan isn’t working, though. Maybe this won’t get to my father at all and he just won’t care. He’ll keep on doing what he’s doing and he’ll resist the urge to get riled up and thrown off by this little stunt. He’s a smart man and I bet he can see this marriage for what it really is, but he’s not a level-headed guy. I can’t imagine he’s not seething right now.

  I just want some word, some sign that this was worth it. Maybe that’s stupid and selfish, but I guess I want proof that my sacrifices are all worthwhile in the end. I don’t want to be the idiot who wastes her virginity and marries the first guy that asks her to, even if he doesn’t really like her. I want this plan to be real and to work, and I don’t want to look like an idiot.

  I can’t keep these thoughts from swirling around my brain as I spend the day with Lacey. I take her out to the park before her nap just to give myself something to do. She goes down and sleeps easily enough, and I make some lunch while she’s out cold, breathing peacefully in her crib.