Marry Me Now: An Arranged Marriage Collection

Finally, when I think she’s had enough, I pull back and tongue her again, slow and steady now, until she cries out, her whole body shaking, and her pussy tightening around my finger still deep inside her. She convulses, writhes, but I don’t stop, not yet. I keep going, slide my finger out of her pussy and replace it with my tongue again, licking her deep and pointed, right on the right spot, until she comes a second time, her breath gasping, pussy twitching around me.

Finally, I draw back, my lips and chin wet with her juices, and kiss my way back up her stomach, her breasts—pausing to give those some attention, first one and then the other, savoring the perfect handful size of them and the way her nipples harden at my touch, so sensitive, so reactive. Then I trail up farther, kissing her neck, her jawline, finally her mouth, where she can taste herself on my lips. I swirl my tongue around hers, dance with her, as she arches up against me, still hungry, still wanting.

Which is good. I’m not done with her yet.

We part from the kiss, and I smirk down at her. “How do you taste on my mouth?” I ask. “Because if you ask me, I think you taste fucking incredible.”

“Mm. I’d say you taste better,” she replies, with a quick glance at my groin, and my cock throbs, already semi-hard again from my mouth against her wet pussy, and growing harder by the second. Especially now that she’s looking at it, reminding me of the first thing she did the moment my pants dropped—trailing her tongue along my length. “But I didn’t get a good enough taste last time,” she says. “So I can’t be sure yet.”

“Well then.” I lean back on the bed, arms above my head, and grin at her. “Feel free to have a second taste, for comparison’s sake.”

She grins back at me, then leans down to kiss my neck. My chest. My abs, tracing her tongue over the grooves of my muscles. “Mm… All right,” she says, eyes alight with mischief. “But only for comparison’s sake.”

“Of course,” I agree, smirking.

By the time she reaches my cock, I’m fully hard again, solid as a rock, in the way only she’s been able to make me do so fast again, so soon after a fuck like that. But then, everything with Dee has been surprising from start to finish. Surprisingly easy, surprisingly sexy. Surprisingly hot as hell in the bedroom.

All I want to do is spend forever in this room, figuring out just how surprising we can make things.

She swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock, teasing me, tasting me, and I can tell by the way she eyes me that she’s nervous about my size.

“Take it slow,” I tell her, but as soon as the words have left my mouth, she defies them, the way only Dee seems to constantly be able to do.

She leans down and wraps her lips around me, sudden and swift, the pillows of her curved lips looking and feeling fucking amazing wrapped around my smooth cock. She inches her head down, and I reach down with both hands to run them through her soft, golden curls. I tighten my grip, enjoy the view of her breasts dangling underneath her as she bends over me, dipping her head down. Before I realize it, I’m clenching her hair in fists, but she only smiles up at me, eyes on fire with desire. Her tongue flicks along my underside, strong and targeted, flicking over the vein there, tracing its length and driving me wild, as she eases herself farther down my cock.

I can feel when she thinks she’s done, when she pauses, unsure of herself, whether she can go any farther.

“Relax,” I tell her, my voice low. And then I pull her head down a little farther, hair still wrapped in my fists. “If you want me to stop, just tap my leg,” I say, but instead, she tightens her grip on me, both hands clenched tight around my thighs like all she wants to do is devour me whole and take home the blue ribbon for best blow job.

I have to say, she’s well on the way toward earning that.

I feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat, and I expect her to tap my leg now, surrender, but she pulls herself forward, deeper, and I pull her down against me in response, feel her throat relax and loosen to accommodate an inch of my cock, before she pulls back again, half a second later.

“Fuck, Dee,” I murmur, as she slides back up my length, triumph in her gaze now. “You are fucking phenomenal at this…”

She slides right back down, only a low murmur in the back of her throat in response. A murmur that sends a shockwave through my body, as the hum transmits itself from her mouth and around my cock. She laughs when my cock tenses and jumps between her lips, and then she keeps humming, as she starts to rock back and forth, and adds her tongue in to the mix.

“Your mouth is almost as hot and wet as your pussy,” I comment with a smirk.

With each thrust that she takes me into her throat, I feel my fists tightening in her hair, my muscles tensing as I rise, faster and faster, toward another peak. Before long, I’m fucking her face in earnest, drawing her down against me with abandon, unable to control myself, wild with lust. And she loves it, still making throaty moans in the back of her throat that only add to the tension, and swirling her tongue around my base.

“You like that?” I murmur, low in my throat, as I pull her against me another time. “You like when I fuck your throat? You like feeling my cock in your mouth?”

She murmurs an assertive, and I suck in a gasp through clenched teeth at the vibrations again.

But it’s when she reaches between my legs with both hands to grasp my balls, gently tugging on them, toying with them as she continues to suck me into her throat, that’s when I really have to brace myself.

“Fuck, Dee, I’m getting close.”

She bobs her head faster, and I thrust up against her, forgetting about everything but her lips, her mouth, her perfect fucking body, those breasts of her swaying with every thrust.

“I’m going to come.”

She tightens her lips, lashes her tongue against me.

“I’m gonna come… in your… throat,” I groan, teeth gritted.

She swallows around me in anticipation, and that does it. I grab her face, pull her against me as the wave hits. I feel my cum shoot down her throat, and she swallows again, again. Fuck this girl is incredible. Finally, when the last pulses of my cum have gone, I release her, draw back enough for her to let go of my cock, lean back, and then bend down to flick her tongue over my length, cleaning up every last drop, any she might have missed, and licking her lips, savoring it.

“Fuck, Dee,” I manage.

She just grins at me, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I reach up to grab her and pull her down along me, then roll her over beside me. This time when I kiss her, it’s me I taste, mingled with the taste of her mouth, her lips. The whole room smells like sex and our sweat, and I swear there’s never been a better scent in the world.

I don’t know what the hell I’m getting into here. All I know is, I don’t want out of it anytime soon…

I wake up to the blare of an alarm clock, dazed, my head swimming. It takes me a moment to register the warm body in my arms, and another moment to remember last night. Everything.

I squint past Dee’s mess of wavy hair toward the distant clock. 9:55AM. Not that we had anything to do today, really, except drive back home sometime in the afternoon. But normally I’m always up by 8 at the latest, never one for sleeping in.

I guess that changes when I’m up late. Up all n

ight, really, being distracted as hell by the gorgeous creature dozing in my arms, apparently undisturbed by the alarm clock. I reach out with my foot and try to turn it off without moving her, but I miss, and there’s a crash as it clatters onto the hotel floor.

I wince and glance at Dee, but she hasn’t even stirred. Deep sleeper, I guess. Gently, I disentangle myself from her and ease out of bed. Then I crouch on the floor and slap the alarm clock off, and put it back on the nightstand.

By the time I sit up again, Dee is mumbling in her sleep, rolling over, and then blinking at me, bleary-eyed. She hesitates, a faint crease appearing between her brows, as if she’s having the same issue I did waking up this morning—a brief short-circuit before we remember everything that happened last night.

Then she smiles, and relief floods through me. “What are you doing down there?” She reaches out and nudges me with a toe. “Weirdo.”

I climb back into bed. “Just saving us from a rude awakening.” I bend down to kiss her bare shoulder, and then shift the covers to expose her waist, as I roll her beneath me and kiss her collarbone next, then the gentle slope of her chest leading down between her breasts, to the flat little area between them both. I flick my tongue along there as she sighs under her breath.

“Still not satisfied after last night?” she asks, a smirk on her face.

“Hmm. No, actually.” I tilt my chin up to rest on her chest and grin up at her. “Oddly, as satisfying as last night was, I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with my fill of you.”

The words hang in their air between us for a moment, full of other unspoken things. Comments I know she must be tempted to make, such as ones about the business side of our situation, or complications.

But to my surprise, she doesn’t voice any of those this time. She just reaches down with both hands to pull me back up over her, until I’m above her, our noses touching, face-to-face. “I know that feeling,” she whispers. Then our mouths collide, and I run my hands down her sides to those curvy hips of hers that I love, running my hands around the edges to grip her ass beneath me, and we both forget what we were just talking about, because fuck that feels good.