Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

She swallowed and spoke again.

“Fuck me, Chase,” she squeaked, almost surprised at herself for being able to say the words, “Come inside me and get me pregnant.”

The words turned on something inside me I didn’t even know existed. I nearly forgot who we were, everything this was all about. In that moment, it was just me and my wife there on our wedding bed, and she was desperate for me to stroke her darkest desires.

And I was more swollen and virile than I’d ever felt.

I impaled her with my cock, sliding in with such ease that I thought my cock was made just for her, and she cried out in blissful ecstasy.

She was slicker than she’d ever been, and I felt like I was gliding effortlessly as I gripped her hips and started bucking into her.

This wasn’t just catching up with my college sweetheart. It wasn’t even a one-night stand with an unbelievably gorgeous woman. This was primal, raw rutting. I felt like an animal within me had awoken.

My fingers dug into her hips as I pounded into her. She was so tight that ever thrust was pure bliss. My cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, and my balls hit her ass each time. My rhythm was steady and relentless. I felt parts of her pussy that I didn’t even recognize from the last time we were together, and each new inch of her that I explored was a place I wanted to spend as much time as I could with.

I looked down at her helpless figure before me as I felt her body getting ready to orgasm. Her cheeks were blushing, her eyes were lidded and staring at me with such uninhibited desire, and her whole body was a hot mess, shaking with each thrust. I was in complete control, and her arms were splayed out to the sides.

She started letting out soft gasps as I drove her closer and closer, and she clenched her eyes shut and grabbed the sheets.

“Oh, oh God, I-I’m…!”

She trailed off as she arched her back suddenly, and as she did, I started pounding harder than ever, utterly letting myself go and losing my rhythm. I bucked wildly and fiercely into her as my cock felt white-hot with intense need before I heard her soft scream fill the room, and I released myself at the same time.

White seed spilled into her waiting pussy, both of us pulsing as I let out my own ragged groan, still gripping her thighs like my life depended on them, and I felt my face go red as shot after shot of more seed than I’d ever felt leave my body entered her.

The orgasm wracked both our bodies so intensely that I thought we were going to collapse into each other right then and there.

Finally, after what felt like a full minute, I felt my orgasm subside, but my cock remained stiff. I kept it in her as she squirmed at the end of hers, overstimulated to the point that her eyes were unfocused. She was limp.

But I didn’t want a drop of my seed to leave her.

After a final twitch of my cock, the last of my seed spilling into her in one last spurt, I bent over and pushed her face up to kiss me.

I felt her hot breath on my face as I held it there, smiling down at her while her legs fell to the side.

“Welcome to married life, Mrs. Hawthorne.”

16

Haley

When I woke up, it took me five minutes to figur

e out where the hell I was.

I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright morning light, realizing with confusion that the air was not crisp and cold like I was used to. I felt surprisingly warm, and the frost I was accustomed to seeing etched over the window like lace was missing. I sat up, blinking and yawning, and it slowly dawned on me why everything felt so strange. I wasn’t at home in Colorado, watching the snow drift by. I was in Las Vegas, with Chase, and this was the morning after my wedding night.

Every single individual part of that statement was bizarre to me, and yet, this was apparently my life now. Just last week, I was single, overworked, lonely, aimless, and freezing my ass off at the top of a mountain in Colorado. I hadn’t seen or heard about Chase in years, and I only occasionally thought about him when I was feeling extra lonely and sorry for myself, wondering what I missed out on when he broke up with me. In such a short whirlwind of time, Chase had transformed from the one that got away into the one who came back. Of course, I couldn’t let myself get too sentimental about our marriage, considering it was all just a scam. Just a crackpot ploy to save the Peppertree and make a baby.

And if last night was any indication of what was to come, I had a feeling the second part of that plan would be happening before I knew it. Not that I was exactly complaining. Sex with Chase was amazing. Earth-shattering. Life-changing. Even under the plainest circumstances, he was a sex god and I was helpless to resist him. But now that there was a goal in mind, the sex was shifting into high gear. The extra motivation of wanting to get me pregnant made Chase ravenous, almost animalistic in the way he fucked me. It turned me on much more than I ever could have predicted.

I looked down at my hand and felt a twinge of emotion when I caught sight of the massive diamond on my finger. It was over the top, a little ostentatious for my usual understated tastes. Chase had bought the ring just before we stepped into that Vegas chapel to say our hastily pre-written vows and jump headfirst into this elaborate charade. As a romantic young girl, I had always thought that my engagement and wedding rings would be beautiful and simple, specially designed to suit my love, a reflection of our genuine adoration and devotion to each other. This ring on my finger was a total departure from that. It fit well enough, but the gigantic solitaire jewel didn’t suit my personality or taste at all. I didn’t pick it out myself, and I highly doubted that even a moment’s thought had factored into Chase’s choice for me. It was oversized and impersonal, the exact opposite of what I dreamed of as a young girl.

But I knew this gigantic jewel served a very important purpose: it was a major part of the whole ruse, the silent symbol to everyone around us that our marriage was solid and authentic. It was a quickie wedding, and we could absolutely expect people to talk about us, to question the legitimacy of our marriage. Chase’s family was known worldwide for their money and fame in the real estate business, and all eyes would be on us. I had just married into the notoriously wealthy, high-class Hawthorne family, so there was no way around it. The ring had to be just as big and flashy as the rest of their image. The image I was now conspicuously a part of. There was no going back now. I had taken the most ridiculous plunge of my life, and I was now treading water in the deep end.

I only hoped that in the rush of changes and doubts and worries, I could remember how to keep my head above water. After all, it was only one year I had to get through, and then the whole charade would be over. Chase would have his baby, hopefully, and I would have the Peppertree. I could go back home and regroup, do things differently this time. We were married now, and what was his, was now mine. Including the resort. I made a solemn promise to myself that over the course of this year, I would do everything in my power to preserve the Peppertree exactly as it is, but to improve it however I could. As much as I detested the idea of using anyone else’s wealth to prop up my resort and get my own career back on track, I knew that Chase was a generous man. Hell, even back in college, that was obvious. At the time, I never thought much of it, but he paid for every meal, every movie, every outing we went on together. He showered me with gifts of jewelry, electronics, gadgets, flowers, fancy gourmet chocolates, whatever I could have wanted and stuff I never would have even thought about. And that was just when we were college sweethearts. Now we were married.

My heart skipped a beat again as the jewel on my finger caught the light and sparkled. We were married. How bizarre. I knew that the kind of money I would need to bolster the Peppertree, get some better PR to scare off the crazies who stopped by to ghost-hunt, replace or, better yet, re-train the mediocre culinary staff at the lodge restaurant, and give the whole place a new shine. I smiled to myself, thinking of how amazing it could be with just some simple, effective changes. Sure, my investors and lawyers just looked at the Peppertree and saw a money pit, a dumpster fire begging to be doused with water and put out of its misery. But I knew better than they did. I knew that my father’s vision for the resort was a good one, a successful one. It was just the negative press regarding his tragic death that sent the place on a downward spiral. And if there was anyone in the world who could turn the place from a failure to a success again, it was me. I knew the Peppertree inside and out. I could fix it. I could make it better than it ever was before, if only I had the opportunity.