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Vera

Despite my cool performance with the immigration agent, I spend the next two weeks lying awake into the night thinking about exactly how I will make this work. It’s clear Erik wants so much more than a trophy wife, and the more I get to know him, the more I want that for him. The only problem is I don’t know if I can be her.

He wants a wife he can hold and make love to.

He also wants a wife who will stick around longer than a year, but I can’t let myself worry about that or the guilt will consume me. I should try to be what he wants while I am with him.

It doesn’t help when I roll over for the hundredth time and check my phone, only to see that it’s past midnight and has officially turned from April into May, which means we have, at most, two months to get married and solidify our union so I can maintain my visa and stay in the country.

And I can’t even let him sleep in the same bed !

I’m being ridiculous. I know I am. I’ve had his dick in my mouth for the love of God!

Pushing aside the covers, I stride from the bed and open the door. Snickers lifts her head to open one eye and look at me before tucking herself back up into a ball and going back to sleep.

I pause in the doorway to peek into the living room.

The soft sound of a snore coming from the sofa tells me Erik is asleep. Feeling more confident but a little disappointed, I creep closer. Erik sleeps on his back, one arm flung over his head and one slung across a thick, green, chiseled torso. The thin sheet which is the only covering on the bed is draped low across his hips, leaving most of him exposed to my view. And I can’t help standing here staring at him, tracing the wide, firm shape of him. I’d love to touch him. To explore his strong body and satisfy all my curiosity about him while he sleeps on, unaware. No pressure, no expectations. I could take what I want from him.

I step forward. I’m close enough to touch, but I hold back.

It’s wrong of me to want this.

I know that.

But in my mind’s eye, I imagine sliding off my pajama shorts and panties, pulling back the sheet to reveal his enormous cock, and straddling him, sliding down over him.

I pull my hand back just before I can actually touch him, smothering a gasp when he rolls over with a snort.

It’s been nearly two weeks since the night I sucked him. Ever since then, I’ve been frozen, unable to take another step forward.

But it’s not for lack of wanting .

I want him. I want to explore his big body. I want to feel him over me, moving inside me.

It’s been far too long since I felt a man I wanted inside me. I miss that feeling.

Only I worry I won’t be able to let go of the memories that have me frozen every time I get close.

I’m still standing there staring down at him when his eyes blink open and his wide mouth curves into a smile. “Hi. Am I dreaming?”

I can’t find the words to answer, so I just shake my head. I shouldn’t have been here looking at him while he slept. Now he’s caught me and I feel bad. Just not quite bad enough to turn and go back to the bedroom.

Two different sides of me are battling it out inside my head while I stand frozen, silent.

Erik’s thick brows draw into a frown. “Is everything OK, Inessa?”

He goes to sit up, and that snaps me into action. “Stop. Stay there.”

“OK.” He settles onto his back, watching me.

Am I doing this?

I reach down slowly and take hold of the sheet. As I draw it away from his body, the bulge at his crotch grows until the last corner of the sheet catches on a very obvious erection.

My mouth feels dry. Between my legs, my pussy throbs with awareness of him.

He does nothing to stop me when I yank the sheet free and drop it to the floor.

I can’t stop staring as the bulge tenting his black underwear grows even more under my gaze .

He doesn’t even stop me when I reach for the waistband of the briefs. I pause, waiting for him to say something, but he’s silent. It might be my imagination, but for a moment I think I can see the pulse racing in his neck as fast as mine.

When I free his cock, it stands rigidly to attention, pulsing as if begging for my touch.

I lick my lips.

I need to stop thinking about this and do it, before I waste another two weeks dreaming of it.

Before I can second guess myself, I lift my tank top over my head and bare my chest to him.

Erik’s mouth drops open and I see him clench his fists at his sides. He doesn’t reach out for me, though, which gives me a strange sort of thrill. “Stay just like that,” I tell him.

Sliding my pajama shorts over my hips, I stand naked in front of him, heart pounding in my chest. Now or never.

I’m conscious of just how wet my pussy is when I climb onto him and straddle his hips. The air kisses my damp slit, and I moan softly when the head of his cock nudges my slick folds. He’s so big and his body is so wide, there’s no gap between us even though I’m still up on my knees.

I have to lift onto my feet to raise myself enough so I can take his cock in my hand and guide the tip to my entrance.

He watches in wonder as I rub him over my sensitive place over and over until I’m drenched.

God I want this.

I’m already anticipating the solid feeling of him sliding inside me when I lower myself onto him. An unsteady curse bursts from his lips as the entire head sinks inside .

He’s thick and it’s been a while. The more I struggle, the harder it becomes until I’m so tight around him it stings.

He’s so huge.

I want this, but I don’t think it’s going to work. I can see the strain in the muscles in his neck, his taut expression, but he does what I asked and doesn’t move.

I’m ruining this just like I ruined the last time. So I do the only thing I can think of in the moment. I slide off him and let his thick cock drop to rest heavy against his belly. Then I relax onto him until my slick pussy is kissing the length of his cock.

Experimentally, I rock my hips. He’s hard and hot, and between my legs his cock feels amazing as I reach the angle that brushes the tip against the base of my clit.

I moan.

As if he’s afraid to break the spell, he watches without speaking, letting me do what I want with him.

My pussy throbs with need. I can’t bear to stop now. So instead I use his body like a toy, riding him until I’m aching with the need for release. Sliding on the slick mess I’ve made of his dick.

I already feel the pressure of an orgasm rising, threatening to take me over. The reverent way he watches me brings me that much closer to the edge.

He’s doing nothing, simply lying there in the dim light, waiting to be used like my toy. The rush of power that gives me makes my pussy tighten, and I wish once again that I’d been able to take him.

Erik groans when I speed up. My breath comes in short little pants and sweat trickles between my breasts .

My legs are tired, but I don’t want to stop. I plant my hands on his chest and take what I need from him over and over. It’s still not enough. Though the feeling of his bulging cock hitting that sweet spot is bliss, it’s not enough to send me over the edge.

Desperate, I lean back, holding his muscular thighs, searching for a different angle.

Erik moans, and beneath me, his hips buck.

When it’s still not enough, I let out a growl of frustration.

This has to work. I need this to work. I need to erase the memory of the last time I was intimate with a man.

“Touch me!”

Erik freezes. That only makes me more desperate.

“Touch me.” I grab his large hand and place it over my clit. The moment his thumb presses down, I feel it all through my body. My tension lifts instantly even as my cunt tightens.

A low, guttural noise comes from Erik. “Oh fuck. Inessa, you’re so beautiful. Your pussy feels so good.”

“Keep going.” My voice sounds strangled. I’m riding him frantically.

“Yes. I am. Only, it’s so good. I’m going to—”

“Don’t you dare!” I fix him with a fierce stare.

He shudders and grits his teeth. “I won’t. Keep going. I won’t.”

I ride him until it takes me over.

Until I spasm as I come. My thighs tremble. Wetness gushes from me and coats his cock.

When I lift my head again and look down at him, he’s staring transfixed. The hand on my clit shakes. “Please, Inessa.”

My pussy squeezes .

He whimpers.

Oh, I like this. Experimentally, I roll my hips. “You want to come?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

Leaning forward again, I bring our faces close together and watch him as I pick up the pace again. “Are you going to come, Erik? I want you to come.”

I grab his hands and hold them down against the mattress. Then I grind my pussy against him until the moment I feel him break.

Trapped between my pussy and his body, his cock throbs. He lets out a long low sound.

Then his hands squeeze my fingers and he shudders beneath me as he erupts. His seed spurts from him to pool on his belly and chest. White and thick, it trickles into his naval and forms little droplets all the way to his collarbone.

I slow my movements, giving him enough for the final bursts of pleasure to recede.

We both still.

Then his eyes widen and he looks down at himself. “Ah, sorry about the mess.”

“Is fine. I will clean it up.”

“No, Inessa. Wait!” I’m in the process of slinging my leg over him to get off, but he simply lifts me and sets me on the floor. Then he stands. “Let me.”

I wish I could tell him that’s not really my name. For some strange reason, that feels important right now. But the mess he made is dripping down his stomach, and anyway, this isn’t real. This is just making sure the deal is good for him too while it lasts .

He fetches a towel and cleans up. When he offers to clean me too, I let him, waiting for the moment I freeze up, but it never comes. I like the way he touches me softly with his huge green hands. I like the way he treats me like a princess without ever putting any expectations on me. It’s like the best of all worlds.

In fact, there’s not a lot I don’t like about my monster fiancé.

When I return to the bedroom after a whispered goodnight, I find myself wishing I’d invited him to come too.