Page 7 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man

NICK

W e ride the elevator to the suite in silence. The air sizzles between us, but by silent agreement we don’t touch, letting the anticipation build. Inside the room, the city lights outside blur into soft halos through the sheer curtains, cocooning us in a private world where only we exist.

Charlotte and I.

I’ll never tire of those words.

She’s facing away from me, but turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Help with the zipper?”

My fingers fumble as I grasp the small clasp and pull it down. The fire engine-red material splits, revealing her bare back…and then her bare ass. She’s not wearing a stitch of underwear. Not even panties. “Fuck, Charlotte.” My cock presses against the front of my pants.

She gives me a siren smile and glides over to the bed. Leaning back on her elbows, she bends her legs, keeping her heels together while the knees fall to the sides. Her legs form a butterfly, with my favorite treasure between the wings.

She’s a challenge and a promise all at once.

The way her eyes lock onto mine tightens my chest in a way I hadn’t expected.

From our wedding night, I suspected she likes being dominated.

But now, the way she’s surrendering while issuing a blatant invitation, it’s really clear.

The trust she gives me without reservation ignites something fierce inside me.

No hesitations. No defenses. Just us.

I move in slowly, tracing her curves with my hands. Memorizing the shape of the body I’ve worshiped over the last few nights. Every inch of her is a revelation, a landscape I’ll never tire of exploring. And I can’t wait to see her belly grow after I’ve filled her with my seed.

Her breath catches as I caress the skin on the inside of her thighs. I circle closer and closer to her pussy, never quite touching it but finding all the spots that make her shiver. The places where she craves my control and care.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, voice rough, the dominant edge softened only by the raw love that pulses in my veins.

“Always,” she whispers, bucking her hips, trying to put her pussy in the path of my fingers.

The single word unleashes the restraints I’ve put on my desire, and I growl as I tear off my clothes. My cock is thick and erect for her.

Without breaking eye contact, I fist it, squeezing it until a pearl of pre-cum glistens at the tip. “I’m riding you bare, tonight.” It’s not a question.

It’s not an order.

It’s what’s going to happen.

Her eyes drop to my dick, and she licks her lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I jerk my fist down my cock, and her eyes trace the same path.

“Yes, Sir.”

I smile. Without our discussing it, she knew what I wanted to hear. She’s perfect for me.

Reaching out with my other hand, my fingers trace the outline of her face, feeling the softness of her skin.

"You're mine, Charlotte," I whisper, my voice husky. “I’m going to breed you, tonight. Filling your womb with my seed.” The words make more cum spill from my cock.

I need to be inside her soon before I spill my load.

She nods, her breath hitching as I lean in to claim her lips. My tongue ravages her mouth, demanding submission. A prelude to what's to come. My hands move down her body.

I pinch a nipple, and she moans, sending a surge of power through me.

I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin.

She grips my shoulders. "Nick, please," she whispers, her voice trembling.

I chuckle, my lips brushing against her ear. “Greedy, girl. Begging won’t work. I decide what to give you and when.” I pinch her nipple again, and her body shivers with need, with desperation. It fuels my desire. I want to take her, claim her, make her mine in every way possible.

She tries to close her legs, but I push them back down into the butterfly position. “Stay like this or you’ll be punished.” I slap her pussy, and she moans loudly.

I kneel on the bed and push her feet up, closer to her butt, which spreads her legs further apart, revealing her glistening pussy.

One day soon, I’ll tie her up in this position with silk ropes.

Her clit’s swollen and begging for attention. I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste her.

She gasps, her hips bucking against my mouth. I chuckle, the vibration making her moan.

"Nick, please," she begs, her hands tangling in my hair. "I need you."

“What did I say about begging?” I tap her pussy again, harder this time.

She hisses in a breath, her hands pulling my hair. The pain almost sends me over the edge. I fucking love it.

I tease her, circling her clit with my tongue while sliding first two and then three fingers inside her. She's wet, so wet, and it drives me wild.

Her muscles squeeze my fingers, her breath coming in quick gasps. I know she's close, but I want to draw it out.

I pull out my fingers, and she whimpers, her eyes pleading with me, but she doesn’t say the words.

I smile, my cock throbbing with need. "Good girl," I murmur, my voice low and commanding.

I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing her pussy.

She moans, her hips lifting to meet mine.

I push inside her slowly, inch by inch. She's tight, so tight, and it feels incredible. Her walls clench around me as her pussy accommodates my girth. "You feel so good, Charlotte," I groan, thrusting deep and hard.

She cries out, her nails digging into my back. "Harder," she gasps.

“What did I say about begging?”

“I’m not fucking begging,” she growls.

“Are you telling me what to do, dirty girl?”

She pulls my hair until my face is close to hers. “I’m suggesting.” She kisses me, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth. I bite down on her lip and slap the side of her breast.

Her breath hitches, but then she moans, so I do it again. A little harder.

She moans louder.

Ripping my mouth free of hers, I slam my cock hard into her pussy and bite down on her nipple. This time she groans, arching her back and grabbing my head, pressing it into her tits.

I shift my weight so I can grab one in each hand, squeezing them hard until she’s fucking shouting.

“Yes, yes,” she screams. “Harder. Fucking harder.”

I push her tits together so I can capture both nipples in one bite. I clamp down and Charlotte’s hips thrust off the bed.

I put my hands on each side of her chest to support my weight, battering into her pussy so hard, her entire body jerks toward the headboard with each push. Her luscious tits jiggle back and forth. Charlotte grabs one in each hand, presses them together, pinching her own nipples.

My cock swells inside her, my release building.

I us to climax together. I want her pussy convulsing around my cock as I breed her. As I shoot my seed inside her and plant a baby.

Leaning to the side, bracing my weight on one arm only, I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit. I pinch it, and slam into her at the same time.

"Come for me, Charlotte," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Milk my cock like the greedy girl you are. Let me put a baby in you."

She cries out, her body arching against mine. Her pussy clenches, milking my cock. I groan as the release crashes through me and I spill my seed inside her.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. I hug her hard and bury my face in her hair.

This connection we have is unreal. It's more than just the physical, more than just the pleasure. It's a bond that I never thought possible.

And in this moment, as we lie together, our bodies entwined, I know I’ll never let her go.

"I love you, Charlotte," I whisper, my lips brushing against her forehead.

She snuggles closer to me, her breath warm against my chest. "I love you too, Nick. Forever and always." She sighs, her body relaxing further against mine. “I’m so glad you made room for me in your heart.”

I kiss the top of her head. “You’re not in my heart, Charlotte.”

Her head jerks up from where it rested on my chest, her gaze searching my face. “But I thought—” Tears gather in her beautiful eyes.

I wipe them away. “Darling, you are my heart.”

She smiles, and it’s breathtakingly beautiful. “And you’re mine.”

And in that moment—raw and real—I know this is forever.