Til Death Do Us Trope (Tropes 1)

She looks like a porn star between my legs and I want to dirty her up. I want to dominate her, and use her for my pleasure. Her round ass is in the air and her mouth is full of my dick as she services me. I clench the pillow behind my head to keep from grabbing her. She wiggles her body and hums as she moves her full lips up and down my length. When my legs begin to shake and my cock swells with need the little vixen winks at me.

“You’re begging to get that sassy mouth fucked,” I grit out as she pops the head of my cock out of her mouth and smiles at me.

“Promise?” she asks and licks her lips.

“Get back on there and finish what you started,” I growl.

I barely take a breath before her mouth goes back to sucking my dick. My moan is guttural and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.

“All the way to the back.” My voice is low and unsteady.

She swallows and the pulse of her throat on my cock is too much. Dreaming about her and then having her mouth on me is more than I can take. I let go of the pillow and push her hair out of her face so I can see all of her. I grip it tightly in one hand and then pull her off my cock.

“Look at me.” I say as her eyes snap to mine.

I use my other hand to stroke my shaft, keeping the tip against her lips.

“Stick out your tongue.” My voice is clipped and pained. I’m so close to the edge.

She does as I ask, and the wet warmth of her tongue against my most sensitive place has me blinded with need. I groan as I finally give in to what I want and spurts of cum shoot out, landing on her lips and chin. Her tongue tries to catch them, but I can’t control where it goes. After a second of trying to get some, her greedy mouth covers the head of my cock and sucks down every last drop. My balls throb as they’re emptied into her, but I’m far from satisfied.

Arabella looks up at me, grinning sheepishly as she licks the last of my cum from her lips.

“Get on my face. I need your cunt,” I order as I reach out, grabbing both her arms and pulling her up my body before she has a chance to do as I say.

She squeals as I put her knees on either side of my head and spread her thighs wide. Her pussy is pink and dripping for it and my mouth waters at the sight.

“Were you like this when you woke up? Or did sucking my dick get you horny?”

Her breath is shaky as she grips the headboard and looks down at me. “Both?” Her answer comes out like a question.

“I thought so,” I say, before gripping her hips firmly with both my hands and pulling her down on my mouth.

The taste of her nectar hits my tongue, and my hips thrust up, wanting my cock in there just as badly as my mouth. I’m greedy for her body, and I don’t know how to control it. Not that I’d ever actually try.

Her little whimpers are fueling my obsession as her hips start to rock. I drag my tongue up and down her pussy as she moves with the rhythm.

“Romeo, I’m close!” she cries, and I hear her grip the headboard tighter.

Now her legs are shaking and I feel like a god beneath her.

Looking up, I can see the little swell of her belly and the soft underside of her tits bouncing. If she reached back and touched my cock I’d shoot a load all over my stomach. But I don’t let that happen. Right now, it’s all about her and the pleasure she’s taking from me. I’m going to fuck her after this, but first I need her to cum on my face.

I hum as I suck her clit, letting the vibrations flow through her. She reaches down with one hand, gripping my hair as she cries out. Warm sweetness hits my tongue and I drink it down. I lap up every drop of her climax while she slows down her hips and tries to catch her breath.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” I say, and I flip us over and pin her down to the mattress.

Her pussy is still pulsing from her orgasm when I thrust inside her. My cock is thick and demands another release.

“Romeo,” she moans, her eyes falling closed and her legs spreading.

I lean down and kiss her, tasting the two of us together. It makes me growl and thrust harder, the animal inside me loving that she’s covered in us. Her legs wrap around me and her nails scratch my back. I love when she loses control and shows me who she belongs to.

It doesn’t take long before she’s cumming again and screaming my name. I’m not fighting it this time and I follow her over the edge into paradise.

Just before I pass out in a heap on top of her, I roll us over so she’s on top of me. We’re both gasping for air as she cuddles into my chest and I wrap my arms around her.

Sometimes you need to get away from the drama and just fuck the shit out of your woman.

Chapter Fourteen

Arabella

We arrived at Romeo’s Switzerland home late in the night. I guess this means I own it now, too. He keeps reminding me of that, but somehow I always forget. I guess having this kind of money and power never truly seeps in.

We’ve been married nearly three months now and every day is more beautiful than the last. I reach down and rub my growing belly thinking of all we had to go through in order to find this peace.

I stare out at the mountains as the fire roars beside me. I woke up hungry after only an hour in bed, so I snuck down for a snack and decided to stay and warm up. Romeo was fast asleep and I didn’t want to wake him up. He would have gotten out of bed and prepared me a seven-course meal. It’s funny, but I never knew a billionaire like him would possess such amazing culinary skills.

My hot cocoa is topped with marshmallows, and as I sip it I think about how lucky I am. I never thought I could have such peace, and I never imagined it would be with someone as handsome as Romeo. Although to be fair, most people wouldn’t find him beautiful, but I do and that makes me special.

I hear footsteps on the stairs and I shake my head and smile. He always knows when I’m not in bed. I don’t know why I thought I could sneak out now.

Turning around, I see him in the shadows. His big, bare chest is highlighted by the moon and I can see his pajama pants are slung low on his hips. He’s in the shadows, but I know he sees me. I can feel his eyes on me as I smile and raise my mug to him.

For some reason the way he’s standing sends a little spark of suspicion through me. What’s he doing? Before I can open my mouth he stalks over and glares down at me with angry eyes.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?”

“What?” I ask, unable to comprehend what he’s saying.

“I said, what are you doing in my house? Did you sneak in here to have cocoa by the fire? I’m going to call the police.”

“Calm down, sweetheart. It’s me. Arabella.” I try to stand from the couch, but he backs away from me with his hands up. “What’s wrong? What’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m going to give you two seconds to get out of my house and then I’m calling the cops,” he says as he backs away.

“Okay, this isn’t funny. I was down here having some hot chocolate and you come down here acting crazy. You’re upsetting me and you need to stop.”

The only light in the room is from the fire and the moonlight coming through the windows. Maybe Romeo is sleepwalking? I’ve never seen him like this before, and it’s completely out of character. I can’t see his eyes and I didn’t see if he took some medicine before bed. God, what if he’s been poisoned again? That seems a little dramatic to happen to him twice, but it would be super-over the top, even if it was creatively lazy.

“Okay, I warned you,” he says, as he reaches over and hits a button on the wall.

Just then an alarm sounds and the house is lit up like the fourth of July. Sirens are going off and suddenly the house is surrounded by what I can only describe as a SWAT team. What the hell? Are these people just sitting around ready to swoop in whenever the notion strikes?

Before I can scream in protest, one of the security guards has me turned around and is marching me out of the house. Did these people not see me arrive last night with Romeo? This is insanity.

Anger and betrayal hit me as I’m marched out of the front door and out into the cold. I’ve only got on a nightgown with a blanket wrapped around me and it’s freezing out. I’m huddled into the back of a police cruiser and before I’ve said a single word we are driving away from the house. From my husband.

Tears roll down my cheeks as the pain hits me. I clench my fists and think about who I could possibly call to save me. I have no one else. The one person in my life whom I trusted with everything I have just threw me out of our house. I grit my teeth as I think about him calling it ours just hours ago.

When we get to the police station, I’m taken to a room with a table and two chairs and a mirror on the wall. It looks exactly like the ones on cops shows, so I really don’t need to give any more details than that.

The officer sits me down and says someone will be with me shortly. Exhaustion from the travel and from the pregnancy weigh on me, so I lay my head down on the table and close my eyes. How could I have been so wrong about the father of my baby?

I’m startled as the door opens and Romeo enters the room. This time he’s dressed in a suit, but the kindness in his eyes is long gone.

He doesn’t sit down but instead crosses his arms by the door and stares down at me. I can’t even look at him right now or I’ll start shouting. It’s not good for the baby, so I take a deep breath and try to think through this.

“Tell me what you were doing in my house,” he orders, but I stare at the wall.

“You said it was ours,” I remind him and ignore the pain in my chest.

“Who are you!” he shouts, and I jump. He’s never raised his voice to me like this and it’s shocking.

I turn back to him and finally let all my anger bubble to the surface. “I’m your wife, Romeo!” I shout back.