Marry Me Now: An Arranged Marriage Collection

Another moan escapes her throat, this one longer, as I circle her entrance with my fingertip.

“You’re so fucking wet, darling.” I smirk down at her, lying beneath me on the leather car seat. “It’s almost like you’re enjoying this.”

She bites her lower lip, and that expression alone is enough to send a fresh jolt of rock-hard desire to my dick. “I… might be,” she admits, breathy with desire.

I push one finger inside her, hard and fast, all the way up to the knuckle. She groans again, bucking up toward me. “Do you want me right here?” I curl my finger inside her, making sure she can feel every inch of it. The tip of my finger pressing hard against her. Then I draw it out slowly, running the tip of my finger over the sensitive skin of her G-spot.

She gasps this time, twisting under me. “M-maybe.”

“You want my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

I pull my finger out with a slick, wet sound, and grin down at her. “Then say it,” I tell her.

Her lips part with surprise. I just watch her, waiting, as I raise my hand to my mouth and slowly lick my finger, savoring the taste of her, salty and a little sweet, a flavor I could never imagine getting enough of.

Her lower lip quivers as she watches me. I wink and bend down to trail my tongue along her body. Lower and lower, until I’m kneeling beneath her, just below the seat, and my tongue circles her navel, dips into it. I gently drag my teeth along the edge of her stomach, trailing my hot mouth down, until I reach her mound, my tongue pressing against her sensitive, smooth skin.

Then I dip between her thighs, pushing them apart just wide enough to press my face between them, my stubble grazing the sensitive skin along her inner thighs on either side of my face, until my tongue reaches her pussy lips. I trace along them, only on the outside, not delving inside her yet.

She quivers, her hands sliding down to run through my hair, and then fisting in my hair. “I…”

“Yes?” I arch an eyebrow, sitting back to gaze up at her, over the plane of her body. I love this view. I love everything about my sexy wife.

I just need her to come around to admitting that she’s mine.

Her throat works with a tight swallow, but I can tell from the spark in her eyes that she’s still trying to hold out on me. “That feels so good,” she murmurs, instead of what I want.

So I decide it’s time to play harder.

I spread her lips with my fingertips and trace my tongue along her slit, back to front, then back again. I let the very tip of my tongue graze her clit, just lightly, just enough of a touch to make her gasp and jerk against the seat. Then I slide lower again, circling her entrance, lapping up her juices.

Her breath comes harder, faster, and her hands tighten in my hair.

But I’m not giving her what she wants. Not yet.

I run my tongue along her clit once more, and smile to myself at the sound of her desperate moan. Then I keep going, trailing my tongue back up her body, until I sit up and lean over her again, her hands falling away from my head. I lie along her body, the hard press of my cock digging into her and push her hair back from her face.

“Well?”

“You’re impossible,” she replies, glaring.

“I just know what I want,” I answer, and I can see the way the words affect her. The dilation in her eyes, the hitch in her breath.

“Fine,” she finally breathes, the word both a moan and a sigh. Her gaze locks on mine, and I focus on her too, my face inches from hers. So close I can taste her breath in the air, as she says it. “I want my husband to fuck me,” she whispers.

It’s the first time she’s ever used that word. It’s the first time she’s called me her husband.

And it is so fucking hot.

“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, reaching down to push my own jeans off. She doesn’t wait, her hands trailing after mine, and she pushes my boxers down after them, eager.

Her hands wrap around the base of my shaft the moment it springs free from my boxers. She needs both hands to wrap all the way around me, and her eyes widen as she takes me in. She traces the length of me, base to tip, her thumb tracing over the soft spongy tip of my cock, collecting a drop of precum there.

As I watch, she lifts that thumb to her mouth and sucks it between her lips, eyes locked on mine, imitating me, tasting me the way I tasted her.

Fucking hell, it’s hot.

“God, my wife is so fucking sexy,” I murmur, as I catch her wrist, and raise one of her arms over her head, pinning her against the seat beneath me.

With my other hand, I reach down to spread her curvy, luscious thighs to either side of my waist. I grasp the base of my cock and guide the tip to her pussy lips, tracing her lips with the smooth, velvet tip of my cock, pressing hard enough to let her feel the hard steel beneath.

I dip the tip between her lips, and trace back and forth along her slit, the same way I did with my finger earlier, collecting juices, teasing her, until the tip glistens with her eagerness.

Only then do I thrust forward, spearing her in one hard, slow motion, my hips driving down against hers as she bucks up against me, moaning wild and low in her throat. “Fuck,” she gasps, as I fill her completely. I can feel her pussy stretching around my cock, tight as a fist around me, so wet it’s easy to draw out of her again and thrust back in, slow but steady.

She wraps both legs around my waist, hooked up around me, and I reach down to cup her ass with my free hand, my fingers digging into the soft, pillowy skin of her ass.

“You feel so fucking tight,” I murmur, watching her with a smile. “Wife,” I add, and her breath hitches. She can claim not to want this marriage all she wants, but I can see in her eyes how hot she finds that word. This whole situation.

Her gaze drifts to mine, locks on. And it stays there as I pull out of her and thrust in again, harder this time, faster.

Soon she’s rocking her hips in time with mine, thrusting up to meet me every time I drive into her, her breaths coming in short, fast little gasps as we start to move harder, faster.

“Fuck yes,” she breathes. “Fuck me.”

I still inside her then, and arch an eyebrow, eyes on hers. “What was that?” I ask. It takes her a second to realize what she said. To figure out what’s missing.

Her whole face burns bright red, but she’s too far gone to protest. I can see in her eyes how much she wants this now. “Fuck me, husband,” she growls, and that word sends another pulse of desire through me, making this all the hotter as I draw out to thrust inside her again, again.

She’s mine, and I intend to keep her. To make sure the whole world knows that she belongs to me, no matter what, from now on.

I angle my hips to make sure my thick cock drags against her inner front wall with every thrust, right along the sweet spot that makes her toes curl and her breath hitch. Watching her come undone beneath me is worth every second of waiting, every moment of teasing and torturing her.

Her lips part, her eyes lock onto mine, and I smile at her, knowing that she’s starting to realize it too. “You’re mine,” I whisper, against her throat, before I kiss and suck gently along the edge of her jawline, making her fists clench, her nails digging harder into my shoulders.

“I’m yours,” she breathes, and I can feel her pussy clenching harder around me. This close, she can’t hide the way those words turn her on too—it’s written all over her face, in her eyes, in her every movement, as she pulls me closer, thrusts her hips up into mine harder.

“Come for me, wife,” I tell her, and those big blue eyes of hers widen. I doubt any man has ever given her such a direct command before. But I keep going, keep thrusting into her, and she keeps arching up to meet me, her breath coming harder and faster. “Come, now,” I say again, putting force behind it, letting her know I mean business.

And she does. She comes undone beneath me, crying out as the full force of the orgasm hits her, hard enough to make her toes curl and her whole body shake. Her pussy clenches and releases around my hard cock, convulsing in a way that drives me closer to my own edge.