I Hate You, Love Me

by Jamie Knight

  He looks at me as I approach, my maid of honor and bridesmaids behind me. I don’t think I have ever seen him prouder. My entourage splits off to join Brent, the groomsmen, and the preacher at the altar. My dad takes my hand and guides me to the walkway.

  White rose petals have been placed all along the path leading up to altar. I sneak a glance of Brent through my veil. He looks so poised and confident. He radiates with a purpose and a sense of love. This is where he wants to be. This is where I want to be.

  My dad leads me down the aisle. It is mostly Brent’s family in attendance. My mom sits at the front with a couple of friends. As I pass by her, I smile, and she takes a handkerchief to dab tears away from her eyes.

  I am guided up the steps by my dad. Once I am standing firmly in place with no danger of teetering off the edge in my heels, my father nods to Brent and sits down to take his place next to my mother.

  I am now in front of the man who with be my husband in just a few moments. I have never been so sure of anything before in my entire life. I want to be his lover, his companion, his friend, and his wife.

  The wedding goes perfectly. The weather is calm, and the skies are blue. All of the decorations, tables and chairs are arranged with great care. It is a splendid setting.

  We exchange our vows and kiss in front of our guests. Then we turn to face them as they applaud, and in a moment of spontaneity, we take a bow. Was it to acknowledge our performance before the real engagement began? Or was it to graciously accept their praise, which was well-earned? No matter the reason, it causes everyone to smile. Arron and Collin even whistle in support. It kind of feels like we won the big game, after all.

  The reception is lovely, but a whirlwind. There are more awkward exchanges with Brent’s family members, but Arron and Collin support us and do their best to talk us up every chance they get. To think, a few months ago we were enemies. Now we’re allies. Life is so strange and funny.

  After dinner is over and desserts are brought out, Robert stands to give a toast.

  “Brent befriended me when I first started school,” he begins. “I was a lonely shy kid who was struggling to adjust to life at a big university. Brent looked out for me and helped me gain the confidence I needed to take on the world.

  “Now he’s married to my little sister. I remember when she was growing up she shared many of the same feelings I had. That we would be swallowed up by the universe. But our parents did their best to guide us. She was also able to get into the same school and start building a life.

  “A funny thing happened along the way. She met Brent through me and they fell in love. Which is great, because now I not only have a best friend, but a brother-in-law. I don’t know who is luckier, them or me.”

  The crowd laughs. Robert is really good at speeches!

  “So now my kid sister is grown up,” he continues. “And has become a fine young woman. I know she will always be okay. But with Brent by her side, she will be not just good, but great. The two of them pair together in a classic way. I am happy they found each other, through me, mind you.”

  More laughter. He smiles and pauses to acknowledge the audience.

  “I wish them success,” he says. “I wish them grand adventures. I wish them happiness and joy. And I know that whatever challenges present themselves, they will rise to meet them. To Mr. and Mrs. Morgan!”

  With that, he raises his glass. The audience does the same. Glasses are clinked and champagne is sipped. It is a moment I’ll never forget.

  After the reception, we make our way to the limo. I throw my bouquet back at the crowd and Tina and Sarah both try to catch it. I am not surprised when Tina wins.

  We get in the back, wave through the windows as we take off, and head down the road towards our destination. Before our honeymoon begins, we are staying overnight at the fanciest hotel in town.

  As man and wife, we check in under the Morgan name. We head up to the Presidential Suite. It is a gorgeous room designed with Victorian flair. If I didn’t feel like a princess before. I certainly do now.

  We both got tested before getting married. Now we can enjoy sex without a condom. It has been a week since we last slept together, so while I am not a virgin, it will be exciting and new to be taken by him. Particularly now that he can enter me bare.

  There is a tray with champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, crackers and cheeses. Brent pours us two glasses, takes one for himself, and sits in the big chair that is part of the living room arrangement. He looks like a king sitting there.

  I start to slowly undress in front of him. My wedding dress is a bit tight, and there is a corset underneath, so this indeed does take time, but Brent doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appears to be enjoying it.

  He reaches over to the tray, takes a chocolate covered strawberry, pops it in his mouth, takes a sip of champagne, and continues to enjoy the show. Seeing him so relaxed like this starts to turn me on. I feel my pussy get wet. I don’t want to ruin my panties, so I take those off first and throw them over to him. He twirls them, smiles, and tosses them on the sofa.

  I take off my jewelry and turn my back to him and motion for him to unzip me from behind. As he does so, he kisses my neck and brushes his manly hands down my shoulders and arms. I get goosebumps. He goes to sit back down and watch the show. I turn and let the dress slide off.

  I am standing in my lingerie now: white corset, garter belt and heels. I placed my panties on the outside of the belt while getting dressed earlier in the day. A little trick Sarah taught me. It makes for a better presentation. I start to take off the lingerie when Brent stops me.

  “Keep it on,” Brent commands.

  A woman must obey her husband, right?

  He motions for me to come over to him. When I am directly in front of him, he points for me to get on my knees. I do so. The corset is so tight and restrictive, it keeps my posture up and my breasts pushed forward. He is pleased by this sight. How can I tell? By the growing bulge in his trousers.

  He unzips his pants and presents his big cock to me. It really is a beautiful thing. I know I’ve had it inside me before, but it seems different now. More powerful. And all mine now and forever to enjoy.

  I slowly place his dick in my mouth, licking around the head. He looks down at me and smiles. I close my eyes and suck the tip, applying pressure and then pulling back. He seems to like that.

  I then put his cock back in my mouth and start to suck it more, this time taking it deeper. I look up and lock eyes with him. I am his wife now, subservient, obedient, anything he desires I will do everything I can to satisfy him.

  He stands up and holds the back of my head. He guides me forward. I open my mouth to receive his hard shaft. Brent shows his dominance over me, not letting go, as I have to adjust and take it. I slobber a little, the drool runs down my chin and onto my tits. He face fucks me and I love every second of it.

  Then he pulls out and takes my hand. He lifts me up. I want to take off my corset, but he stops me from doing so and bends me over the sofa.

  “I am going to fuck you right here and right now since you are my wife now,” he says in sexy, playful, yet dominate voice.

  He comes up behind me, holds my hips, and guides his bare cock to my quivering pussy. We’ve always used condoms before, so this is a new feeling. As he slides in, I quickly realize that this is as real as it gets. Skin on skin.

  I still have my heels on, and they prop me up a few inches, giving him an even better angle to fuck me deeper. And he does so. I lean over on the sofa and take it. I lose myself in as each thrust builds up not only his climax, but mine.

  I think he likes me like this, all in white, a corset cinching my waist, garters, stockings and heels. Maybe I will wear lingerie more often in the future. I would love to keep surprising Brent.

  He takes me to the bed, and we shift to love making. It is our wedding night, after all. He lets me take off my lingerie, but slowly so he can watch, then he tenderly kisses me.

  “I love
you, Lindsay,” he says.

  “And I love you, Brent,” I say.

  We were close to cumming on the sofa, but here in bed, we take our time again. This is about our connection, or commitment, our passion for each other. Yes, this is about our love.

  We are in the missionary position. The man on top, the woman on the bottom. How many babies have been made this way?

  I feel his manhood slowly move in and out of me. I know that soon I will feel his warm cum deep inside of me for the first time. And as we come closer to that point, I myself feel my feet and fingers start to tingle.

  He starts to make love a little faster. He is so close, I can see it in his face. He kisses me again. He goes faster still, and I hold onto him. I pull him close and we both cum at the same time. It feels different, more intense. I know that his seed is inside me now. I take comfort in that fact. I am his.

  He pulls out and I can feel some of the cum drip out of my pussy. I move my hand down and rub my pussy a little as the sensation fades. Brent then spoons me and kisses me and shows me he loves me.

  We lie like that on the bed for a while, finally husband and wife. Happy that we moved through our problems with each other to find the bond that we had and will share for the rest of our lives.

  Extended Epilogue

  Brent

  One year later...

  Lindsay is starting her junior year of college. I’m happy for her that school is going so well. She’s even taking honors classes. It is good she likes challenges. Look who she married, after all. I’m the guy who went all out on a fake contest just to please his dying grandfather.

  I do wish Grandpa Morgan was here. I know his spirit watches over us, but having him here in person to bounce ideas off of… I miss that. Even now, as I’m applying for medical school, a word of two of encouragement from him would go a long way.

  It took me a long time to accept that he is gone. It took me even longer to fully understand the reasons for him challenging us with one last contest, one last test. I think he did it so I would figure out my feelings for Lindsay. I really do. By pushing us to find wives, and pulling out all the stops to do so, including arranging a fake engagement, it accelerated my relationship with Lindsay and led us to where we are today.

  I wish I could thank him for that. I know I will see him in the afterlife one day to do so. But for now, right here, I am going to live the best life I can in his honor. And every day, try to be the man he would want me to be.

  My apartment has been free of Arron and Blake for some time now. They went back to their former school after the will was read. I do miss their hijinks and shenanigans on occasion. They have become surprisingly good friends. Hard to believe, but sometimes competition can make that happen—the camaraderie and all of that.

  Now it is just Lindsay and me. It can be rather quiet here, particularly if we are both studying. We’ve both realized that giving each other space to handle our classes helps keep our marriage happy and healthy. That’s not to say we don’t love the company of one another. But one does not become a doctor without discipline and dedication.

  So, it is surprising when I hear Lindsay come home early from class. I am sitting in the living room pouring through a medical textbook when she walks through the door. She looks pale and is holding a hand over her stomach. I immediately close the book and stand up to see what’s wrong.

  “Lindsay, you look pale,” I say with concern.

  She tries to wave me off, but I step closer to feel her forehead. “I’m ok, just feeling a little sick,” she insists. “I just need to lie down and rest.”

  “Let me get you a glass of water,” I say while springing into action.

  She lies down on the couch and I pour a cup using the faucet with the Brita filter. I bring the glass over to her and she takes it with her tiny hands, raises it to her lips, and sips. She gives it back to me and smiles.

  “How was your day?” she asks.

  I can’t answer. I try to ignore how pale she is, but I can’t. She really has me worried.

  “I am going to call up one of my friends to come over and have a look at you,” I say. “My buddy Alan. He’s studying to be a general practitioner.”

  “Oh, don’t bother him,” she says, pulling another throw pillow under her head. “I’ll be alright.

  “I will bother him, my dear,” I say. “You cannot stop me from trying to help.”

  “You’re silly,” she says with a drowsy giggle.

  I call Alan is who fortunately available right away. He comes over and takes a look at Lindsay and listens to her symptoms.

  “I have to ask, have you had a pregnancy test yet?” Alan questions.

  Lindsay looks up with surprise. I am also a little taken aback by this. Could it be possible? We did want kids, but so soon?

  “You might be with child,” Alan says. “You are showing signs of fatigue. Have you vomited this morning? And to put it delicately, are your breasts tender?”

  “Yes to all of that,” Lindsay says.

  “I recommend you get a pregnancy test to be sure and see a doctor,” Alan says.

  “Thanks, buddy,” I say, as I show him to the door. “We’ll be sure to do that.”

  “I’ll leave you it,” Alan says while he puts on his coat. “If you are expecting then let me be the first to congratulate you. See you in class, Brent.”

  Alan walks out the door. As soon as it closes behind him Lindsay and I stare at each other in a mix of bewilderment, confusion, surprise, and happiness. This moment doesn’t come around every day. The next words I say will be very important for our future.

  “Darling, if it is true, then I am the most fortunate man who ever lived,” I say.

  “Do you mean that?” she says as tears start to stream down her face.

  “I mean it,” I say with conviction.

  She sits up and hugs me. This might be the closest we’ve ever been. Not only are we man and wife, but we will soon be a mother and a father. Our connection will become even stronger.

  “This opens up so many possibilities,” she says. “Our whole world will become bigger.”

  “Indeed,” I say. “But let’s go to the doctor soon and that way we can be sure.”

  She sits for a moment in quiet reflection. I don’t say anything, for fear of interrupting any thoughts she might be having.

  “I think I’d like to get back into photography,” Lindsay says breaking the silence. “Now that I can afford a much better camera. We’ll have a new life to document.”

  “Sounds great, Honey. What do you think about naming the baby after Grandpa?” I ask.

  “You mean ‘Wentworth’?” she says. “Hmmmmm… It is a bit of a mouthful. Plus, what is it’s a girl? What was your grandfather’s middle name?”

  I think a second. “Reagan.”

  “Oh! That would work for a boy or a girl!”

  “It does, doesn’t it?” I say with a grin.

  “It would be an honor to name our baby after your wonderful grandfather,” she says as a smile comes across her face.

  I look into her eyes. This the woman I love. The woman I will spend the rest of my life with and start a family with. I lean down to kiss her softly. I pull back, brush her dark hair back with my hands, then move forward to kiss her more passionately.

  Soon our clothes start coming off. Lindsey no longer looks pale as the color has returned to her face. She bushes slightly. And I can tell from her sudden renewed energy this will be a passionate fuck.

  We kiss madly. Lips pressed to each other, tongues twisting and twirling. I run my hands over her breasts and squeeze them gently—being aware that they are tender. Lindsay leans into my touch.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close. “I want your cock in my ass,” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve always wanted to do that. Can you? Will you? I need you, to,” Brent.

  I shiver with desire at her words. “Yes, my love,” I say.

  I am a bit surprised, and excited. I re
ach in the drawer and pull out some lube, because we’ll need it.

  “Bend over,” I tell her, guiding her to put her stomach over the back of the couch. “I will be gentle.”

  I apply some lube to her puckered hole and some to my cock. I stroke it a bit and get up behind her.

  “Just relax,” I say.

  She does so.

  I press my cock head against her beautiful asshole and slowly push in. If you told me five minutes ago, I would be doing this now I would laugh. But I am. This is real.

  My cock is just an inch in, and I feel her tighten up.

  “Don’t push back,” I tell her gently, rubbing her lower back to calm her. “It is better to take a deep breath and accept. Relax, if you can.”

  “I want to,” she says and takes a few breaths.

  And she does. After a few seconds, I am able to penetrate her fully. I let my shaft sit inside of her ass for a few moments, just feeling how tight she is wrapped around my hard cock. I have to imagine the initial insertion takes some getting used to. But my love is doing well. She is such a good girl.

  “I’m okay,” my wife says. “I want you to fuck me, now.”

  “Yes, my darling,” I whisper to her and kiss her on the back of her neck.

  And I do. I slide my cock back, almost out of her tight hole, and then thrust it in slowly. Lindsey shakes a bit as my thick cock stretches her open again, but she takes every inch, and even starts bucking her hips to make me thrust in faster.

  “That feels so good,” she moans.

  She writhes a bit, moving her hips from side to side and back and forth to feel my cock hit different parts of her. It’s incredibly sexy, so I just let her play and enjoy me. I love it when she has a good time while we fuck. Lindsey’s enthusiasm is one of my biggest turn-ons.

  Grunting, she bops her plump ass into my pelvis—sliding my shaft in and out of her—setting the pace. I notice that her hands are on her breasts and she’s caressing her nipples. The sight makes me even harder.

  “God, you’re so sexy,” I breathe.

  I take her hips in my hands and start thrusting into her harder. The walls of her ass grip me tight, almost like a stranglehold on my dick. I push into the tight confines, feeling her warmth and wetness covering me all over. Her ass pulls and milks my dick. It begs me to fill it with my seed.