Mr. & Mrs.: An Arranged Marriage Romance

“You ain’t so bad yourself.” My awkward words make him grin, and I feel less stupid when he starts rocking his hips, dragging every ounce of pleasure he can from my body.

“That’s it, pretty girl, keep coming all over me. I want every tiny, little dew drop.” His dirty words only add to my pleasure.

Hiking my legs up his hips, he sits back on his heels while pulling me onto his thighs. The angle pushes him deeper inside me, and with every stroke, I feel his dick hit my cervix then drag back down across my g-spot. I cry out with every pass.

“So good,” I mumble incoherently while my head spins.

“Fuck yeah, it is.” His hips slow their pace but increase in their force, and I can’t help the scratches I leave along his forearms while he holds my hips in place.

“Jordan,” I cry out as my womb pulses, my core tightens, and stars darken my gaze. “Oh god, Jordan!” A scream tears through my body while his hips continue their relentless pursuit of his own satisfaction.

My body is as tight as a rattler’s coil about to spring, and have mercy, do I spring! Bright lights, ringing ears, stars burst like fireworks in my brain as every nerve in my body rockets through the stratosphere. Pleasure consumes every ounce of me. When his hands tighten, it only enhances my bliss.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.” He groans, leaning forward, the hairs on his chest scratching at my over-sensitive nipples.

Running my hands up his arms, I delve into his dark hair, gripping it with my fingers. “Will you come for me, Jordan?” A growl vibrates through his chest at my bold words, and I can’t help but egg him on even more as I’m still pulsing around his shaft. “Will you show me how much you want me?”

The feral look that enters his nearly black gaze sucks the oxygen from my body as his pace picks up speed to the point of sweet agony.

“Please,” I pant as I feel another orgasm building within. “Come with me, please.” I can’t help but beg.

Both of my husband’s hands capture my hair in a grip so tight it’s painful, but I can’t tell him. I have no breath left in my body as a release bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before washes through me like a riptide on a stormy night.

“Jordan!” I scream at the same time I feel a rush of warmth release from his cock, enhancing my own orgasm. Black dots envelop my vision, and all I see is the flash of possessive light in his eyes as the intense pleasure knocks me out cold.

Jordan

Megan passed out after we came together, and I carried her into the tiny hut when she began shivering in the sand. I’m sure every little crevice she has is blasted with those prickly crystalline grains right now, just like mine, but I can’t be bothered to wake her yet.

I sleep briefly until the sun begins to glow, and I have been watching the steady rise and fall of her chest ever since. Her little moans when I brush my fingers along her breasts or the inside of her thighs lighten my heart.

Megan is so much more than I ever expected from an anonymous bride. She’s the best part of what any man would want.

She just wants to be loved and accepted for who she is.

Her skin is so soft and perfect that I find myself looking for flaws. I don’t know why; I just find it hard to believe anything can be so pristine as her. And yet she is. From her satiny soft hair to her freckled nose, down her baby bump to her pink painted toenails. I can’t find a single thing wrong with her. I don’t know if what I’m feeling for her is love, but it’s damn sure close to what I’ve imagined the sensation to be. It devours me. My every waking thought has been about Megan for two days now.

I’ve never pushed work so far out of my mind that I have forgotten to check emails. My employees might be in for a huge surprise when we get back to D.C. next week. If my return is anything like it is now, I don’t know how I’ll cope when we are separated.

Which reminds me. I need to see about having my assistant transferred to someone else.

For months, she has made it clear that she wouldn’t mind warming my bed at night. I’ve ignored or brushed her off every time, but there’s no doubt in my mind she’d push Megan’s limits, and that is not a risk I’m willing to take with my new wife.

Wife.

I can’t help the grin that overtakes my features as I get up from the bed before I ravish her again. I need to get things set up so her transition into my life will be as smooth as possible.

I wonder how she will feel about bodyguards? I bet she’ll fight me, and I kind of look forward to it.

Opening my email, I see over three hundred messages from buyers, suppliers, employees, a ton from my assistant, and I have to wonder, do none of these people know how to do their jobs without me? We offer extensive training for every position, and I find it hard to believe not a single one of them can handle a few days without my direction.

Christ! I run a hand down my face as I realize I do this to myself. I always have to maintain control, make sure things are running smoothly. I don’t like when people fuck up, and it’s well known my temper can get the best of me when they do.

Looking over at Megan as she sleeps soundlessly, I know my tyrannical behaviors will have to change. I can’t keep going at the pace I have been. Not if I want to keep her happy, impregnate her as often as possible, and have a family life.

Growing up, my parents were always happy. My mom kept Dad in line, and she pretended to scold me occasionally. Being a surprise baby for them both, they spoiled me rotten most of my life while instilling good values in me over the years.

A family of my own had never been a top priority for me. I figured if it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, well…I hadn’t thought too much on that.