by Imani King
I blinked. A billionaire matriarch, threatened by me? It was absurd. “You really think so?”
Dorian nodded. “She’s afraid of what will happen if this does work out and I’m actually happy. My mother is a complete narcissist, and if anything happens that isn’t about her, then she flies into a rage and has to break whatever is making anyone else happy.”
“How in the world did you survive growing up with her around?” I asked, the thought of a parent who practically hated their kids bringing bile to my throat. Despite my father’s faults, I was grateful that he at least cared for me.
“She wasn’t around… not for the important parts of my life, anyway,” he said, running a hand through his gorgeous hair. “I was raised by nannies and my father. He and I spent more time together than my mother and I ever did.”
“I can’t even imagine growing up like that,” I said, reaching over to gently touch Dorian’s arm. “My mother and I were really close, and the thought of her not being around for me just… I can’t even describe how awful that would be.”
“I felt that way about my dad.”
I looked up into Dorian’s eyes again, a gentle warmth growing right in the center of my chest the longer I stared up into them. It felt so strange, almost like I was vibrating the longer the two of us gazed into one another’s eyes.
“So how many bedrooms does this place have?” I asked, averting my gaze as I felt my heart begin to flutter. I’d always thought that Dorian was attractive, but the more the day had progressed, the more I’d actually come to realize just how attracted to him I was becoming. Sure, he came off as some spoiled brat from the ivory towers of the one-percent, but as we spent time with one another, I couldn’t shake that little feeling in the back of my mind.
And that wedding… Okay, maybe it was a sham. Maybe it happened in a courthouse and I hadn’t gotten everything I’d ever hoped for, or even a smidgen of it. But Dorian had tried to make it special for me, at least. In his own way.
And that kiss. Oh, God, that kiss… It was almost enough to make me forgive the last few hours.
“Five bedrooms—each with its own bathroom,” he said, stealing me from my reverie with a smile he lead me through the foyer and into an enormous open area that comprised the living room, kitchen, and dining room. The opposite wall was just a long set of floor-to-ceiling windows with two sliding glass doors at either end of the room leading out onto a covered balcony.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, dropping my purse to the floor as I turned my head to take in the size of it all. “My entire apartment could fit in here… twice!”
Dorian chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked a little embarrassed. I liked that pink tinge to his cheeks just then. Really brought out his dimples.
“Yeah, it’s pretty big,” he said, leading me in to the living room, “but usually it’s empty. I don’t like to throw any parties here… it lets me have my own space to relax and unwind.”
“So, how many other women have been here?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
He shot me a quick glance in return. “Not many.”
“Good answer, but I don’t believe you,” I said, biting shyly down on my lip as I stepped a little closer. His lips look so soft, I thought, glancing over them before I locked my eyes back onto his.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m contractually obligated to be a one woman man. Remember?”
He licked his lips as I came closer, sliding his arms around my waist. He drew me in and I felt his fingers brushing up along my sides. A shudder ran through me, gooseflesh covering my arms as he leaned in closer to me.
What the hell are we doing? I wondered through the haze clouding my mind. Our marriage isn’t real. Everything about is us manufactured. We could take our time...
Again, my thoughts returned to our courthouse kiss and the discussion we’d had in the dressing room. My face flushed and I felt a pulse down low. Okay, so maybe there was a spark. But was it enough to ignite a flame?
I kind of wanted to find out. And looking into his eyes, I got the impression I wasn’t the only one.
I looked at those soft lips and closed the distance between us, pressing my mouth tenderly against his. I slid my hands along his sides and around his back, pulling him deeper still into the kiss. Behind my eyelids I could see fireworks flashing, exploding in a night sky to the sounds of an orchestra, a jubilation of sensations all assaulting my mind at once.
And just as quickly as it began, it was gone as both of us pulled away, an aching need replacing the gentle warmth that had filled my chest. Something inside of my thrummed with a desperate desire that I knew could only be filled by the man in my arms.
There was comfort there, too, and something that ran a hell of a lot deeper than lust. It was scary. Crazy. Could a man like Dorian Lambert actually want me—need me? One thing was certain: I damn sure needed him. Right now.
“Dorian,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes, “I think that it’s time that the two of us turned in for the night.”
A flash of what looked like disappointment crossed his face, which I quickly dispelled with another soft, but fleeting kiss.
“A marriage isn’t official until you consummate,” I murmured against his lips.
He looked surprised at first, cocking his brow in that way I’d come to appreciate. As I bit my lip and stared at him I watched his expression shift, his blue eyes darkening like storm clouds over a sea. There was a glint in them that looked almost dangerous. It thrilled me to no end.
Dorian lifted me up into his arms, literally sweeping my off my feet and carrying me toward an open door just off of the living room, bridal-style. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had honestly carried me anywhere, let alone into their bed. I loved it.
I wrapped my arms around Dorian’s neck as he carried me over the threshold of his bedroom door. I’d never realized how wonderfully defined his muscles were, the blazing sensation of his skin underneath my fingertips prompting goosebumps to rise along my neck. I could feel how warm he was even through his suit, and when he pressed his mouth to my shoulder and neck, even his lips were scorching.
I closed my eyes, relaxing into the warmth of his body as he laid me down on the soft, silken sheets of his enormous, California king-sized bed.
I looked down my body at him, watching him work at his button-down dress shirt until it hung open, showcasing his trim figure with just the slightest hint of abs rippling along his stomach. I never saw the appeal of those air-brushed, rock-hard underwear models you’d see on every billboard. I liked a man with just a little softness to him, something I could hold onto.
I bit my lip and smiled as he lost his slacks, watching as he revealed the rigid bulge in his tight boxer-briefs. I made a soft sound in my throat, my eyes widening at the impressiveness of his package.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, feeling a familiar warmth rising up between my legs as Dorian crawled onto the bed. My heart started to pound and I started to fully realize what was about to happen. It hit me all at once that I hadn’t actually been with anyone in almost a year, and now I was laying sprawled out on the bed of my new husband.
My new, incredibly hot husband.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, Gigi,” he whispered to me, fingers gingerly sliding down the zipper on the back of my dress.
I began to quake, butterflies swarming in my stomach as Dorian Lambert undressed me, this time with more than just his eyes. He slid my new dress effortlessly from my body, just like he was pulling a glove off his hand, appreciating me with his gaze with each new inch of my skin he revealed. No, “appreciating” wasn’t the right word. Dorian was devouring me, his eyes smoldering as he unwrapped me like a present.
He’d given me two wedding gifts so far, I realized. Maybe now I was giving one to him.
I laid beneath him in nothing but my bra and panties, my dark flesh pressed against his ivory white skin as his lips worked their way downward from my neck. My eyes rolle
d back as I relaxed against his bed, my back arching as his lips brushed over the mounds of my cleavage. He was so gentle, attentive, nothing like the other men I’d been with—who’d rush straight for the parts of me they wanted and then turn over, leaving me to look after my disregarded needs. But Dorian made me feel wanted, desired, as though I was the entire center of his universe.
My eyes sprung open as I felt his lips begin exploring just below my waist. He brushed over the band of my panties and sent a crackling wave of arousal up along my spine, then back between my thighs. A slickness bloomed inside my panties, making my hips squirm. I felt his warm breath penetrating the thin, lacy fabric against my crotch, drawing a soft moan from my lips.
“Oh, God! Dorian…” I whimpered, looking down at him, the mounds of my breasts framing his face as he began to kiss right over where my damp sex waited. Each brush of his lips brought another whimper of pleasure, a squirm, or arch of my back.
“I don’t think we need these, anymore, do we?” he teased, slipping his fingers underneath the band and playfully working my sopping panties down my hips and over my tight, round ass until he could pluck them from around my ankles.
I whined softly, feeling the wetness down below only worsening as I watched him toss them out of sight. He grinned up at me, gently pushing my thighs apart as he knelt down on all fours once again, pausing a moment to take in the scent of my womanhood before he laid his lips gently against my wanting pussy.
I cried out, louder than I’d intended as I felt his mouth brushing over the hood of my clit, then the soft caresses of his probing tongue working its way toward the aching little nub. My body squirmed out of my control, thighs trembling as he slipped my legs over his shoulders. He buried himself against the mound of my sex, his eyes closed, reveling in my taste as his tongue found its mark and began softly lapping at my pearl.
I bucked my hips against his mouth, desperate for more of his expert ministrations. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life, yet so comfortable, too. Dorian’s firm hands on my hips soothed me in a way I’d never felt before, affording me the sense that he’d be there to catch me if I started to fall.
“Dorian! Oh, yes!” I gasped, reaching down to run my fingers through his soft hair. As he flicked his talented tongue against my clit, I reflexively grabbed a handful of his tresses, drawing an arousing moan of pleasure from him. “It feels so good!”
I felt myself slowly being carried away by the waves of pleasure, letting them lap at my body over and over, each one growing bigger than the last. I felt a familiar tightness growing between my hips, a pressure that only built the more Dorian pleasured me. Dorian was an incredibly skilled lover; the way he made my body writhe only serving to heighten my pleasure. My chest rose and fell more rapidly, my breasts heaving as each exhalation became a cry of pleasure, and soon I sensed the overwhelming crescendo of my orgasm looming over me.
“Dorian,” I whimpered, looking down into his beautiful eyes, “I’m gonna cum, baby…!”
A scream ripped from my lips, my eyes screwing shut as my body mutinied against all of my commands. My muscles quivered and trembled and my hips bucked and writhed against Dorian’s still-lapping tongue, stoking the blazing fires of my climax higher and higher until it was almost too much to bear.
“Fuck!” I cried out to the darkness of Dorian’s bedroom, my fingers digging into the silk sheets as the maelstrom of my orgasm began to subside. “Oh, God…”
My heart gradually slowed, my body returning to my own conscious control once again. I felt like the cat who ate the cream, a deep sensation of satisfaction welling up inside of me that I’d never felt with a man before. I grinned lazily down at Dorian, my fingers running through his hair as he rose up from between my thighs.
“Good?” he asked, a grin on his lips as he wiped my glistening lust from them. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly, to taste myself in his kiss.
“You couldn’t tell?” I asked, squirming as he crawled on top of me. It wasn’t until I felt the hard press of his confined cock that I realize what else I was craving. The thought of him inside of me, sliding himself in and out of my warmth, made me shudder with anticipation.
“I want to hear you say it,” he whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps all along my body.
“I fucking loved it,” I moaned, pressing my hips up against him. “And I think that you and I have a little… legal business to take care of.”
“Such as?” he asked, his voice a purr as he started to grind against my hip.
“This,” I whispered, reaching between us and caressing the hard rod of his cock through his underwear. “You need to give me a baby. Now.”
Dorian moaned softly and began to slide his underwear off his hips. I watched with bated breath, a smile on my face as his thick cock sprang free from its prison. He was big, bigger than most of the men I’d been with, and I was more than ready to feel him slide it deep inside of me. I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but the thought of him getting me pregnant turned me on more than I ever thought possible.
What the hell is this white boy doing to me? Whatever it was, I hoped he’d do it all night long.
“Come here,” I said, spreading my legs for him, my upper body propped up on my elbows as he positioned himself between my thighs. My heart started to race again as I eagerly watched his pulsing tip press ever closer to my slit.
I closed my eyes as I felt the first press of his cock against my opening, a shiver of satisfaction running through me as he slowly started to work himself inside.
Dorian took his time, working his thick shaft in inch by inch up to his base. I moaned loudly, not realizing how much I’d actually missed the sensation of being completely filled by a man’s cock. I squirmed impatiently, wanting to feel him as deep as I could inside of me.
“Holy fuck, Dorian,” I breathed, looking up at him as he started to thrust in and out of me.
He knew what he was doing, and it only made everything that much better. I flexed around him, drawing a deep moan from his lips as a wild look flashed across his eyes. Rocking my hips, I matched his rhythm. Dorian might have sewn his wild oats, but none of those girls could hold a candle to the way I was going to make Dorian’s cock pulse inside of me.
He was so hard. I moaned and whined for him, looking up into his eyes grabbing at my breasts, pulling them from the lacy cups of my bra so that he could watch me tease at my dark nipples.
I closed my eyes, my back arching as another wave of pleasure pulsed through me, that fire building inside of my body once again, more rapidly than the last time. I smiled and relaxed into it, eagerly bracing myself for another orgasm to wash over me.
The more Dorian thrust inside of me, the more I moaned and squirmed, arching my back off the bed as I started to hear him join me, his pulsing cock swelling with a thick load of cum ready to spill inside of me. I wanted it so badly—no, it was more than a want. I needed that cum inside of me.
“Fuck, don’t stop baby!” I moaned, my hips bucking in time with his thrusts as we both barreled closer to our own climaxes. “That’s it! I want it, I want to cum with you inside of me! Cum for me!”
He let out a loud, deliciously sexy moan, slamming his hips against mine suddenly as a deep warmth flowed inside of me. Almost simultaneously I cried out for him, my body shaking and quivering in the throes of absolute bliss, convulsing around his magnificent cock.
If I had thought I’d been satisfied before, it couldn’t begin to compare to the pure sense of fulfillment that radiated through me as I felt Dorian’s cock pouring his seed into my body. Every throb of his dick sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making me gasp as his tip ejected another load deep inside.
I closed my eyes, my full lips spread in the biggest smile I’d worn in what felt like years as my new husband stretched out beside me, fingertips trailing over the line of my stomach. I breathed a sigh of contentment, opening my eyes halfway to drink my lover’s naked body in as he lavished more affection on me.
/> “That was good,” Dorian whispered, our bodies reflected in the mirrored ceiling.
“I wasn’t done yet,” I replied, throwing one of my beautifully mocha legs up and over his muscular stomach.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said as I shifted myself downward, engulfing his throbbing cock in one smooth motion.
If you don’t stay hard for me, I thought, I just might.
I sat in bed next to Gigi, the moonlight from outside streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the exterior wall of my master bedroom. She looked like some kind of angel, her body lit up with silver highlights and her hair splayed out in a way that made me think I’d just slept with a Botticelli painting. She was gorgeous, a divine sweetness radiating from her as she snuggled up beside me, the silk sheets barely covering up her naked body. She looked like a goddess.
