Arrogant Brit

I could barely concentrate as he set to work, his fingers entwining with mine and holding my wrists up on either side. My ankles wrapped around his huge calves as he powered into me, again and again, his lips a frantic storm against my mouth, my neck, my ear lobe, my clavicle…

“Dalton…” I whispered, losing myself in the passion of what we were doing. “You feel so good inside me…”

“Given how fucking great you feel beneath me… I can only imagine, love…”

He ramped up the tempo, rolling his hips into mine as he repositioned his arms. Hooking them beneath my calves, he stretched me out, forcing me into a partial split as he held himself above.

That’s when he started to utterly jackhammer me into submission, slamming his hips into mine with uncompromising fury. In the semi-darkness of the hotel room, I could see the flattering, endearing grit of his teeth, and the way his eyes rolled back just ever so slightly…

But it was hard to focus on that when my own eyes did the same, until I finally just closed them and surrendered all control to Dalton Carlyle.

I rocked against his body as he fucked me in this ludicrously amazing bedchamber, loving how he absolutely dominated me.

After a few minutes, he pulled me onto my knees, pressing my hands against the headboard. I was all too willing to comply, and I glanced over my shoulder as he began teasing his crown against my slick opening again, one hand on his cock with the other clenched into my hip.

“Eyes forward,” he commanded as he noticed my lustful little smirk.

“Make me,” I coyly responded.

In a flash, Dalton was doing just that, his hand around the back of my throat, fingers on either side. He held my head forward as he plunged his thick cock into my pussy from behind, guided with his free hand.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my legs quivering.

“As you wish…”

His hands wrapped around my waist, tugging me back onto the uncompromising size of his weapon. I cursed out another expletive as his dominance forced me to take him entirely inside in the blink of an eye, our hips crashing together with a thunderous clap.

With those same hands, he pushed me forward again around the waist, then back, forward, back, building up an intense rhythm as our bodies collided over and over. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he released the grip of one hand, only to firmly clutch a fistful of my hair and tug my head backwards, holding me as if on a rein.

Sometimes, just to prolong my pleasure and my anticipation, he restrained himself a moment, holding me just far enough off of his cock that it was still inside… only to bring me crashing backwards around it again.

Dalton would do this a few times in a row before continuing to pummel me into submission against him.

I could barely contain myself against him. Another mind-numbing orgasm was on the way, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before it complete overwhelmed me again…

“Don’t stop,” I begged, and he listened.

Dalton released my hair, focusing on holding my hips in both hands and jackhammering me further into inescapable, carnal nirvana. His knees between mine pushed outward, stretching me wider and tighter as he fucked me into total bliss.

My body seized up as I came, groaning out every last drop of satisfaction when he fucked me to the edge. The climax completely eclipsed my mind, heightening my senses but stripping me of my sense of self… nothing else mattered, nothing at all.

I crumpled down to the bed, spent with pleasure. Dalton guided me onto my stomach, laying my limbs out, and I felt him mount me from above.

His hand clamped around my mouth as he pushed into me, allowing his weight to trap me beneath him. His ankles pushed outward, spreading my legs, and he leveraged his limbs against mine to keep me pinned down.

Once his improvised bindings were in place, he shoved himself deep into my body, completely dominating me like never before. All I could do was weakly push my ass up as Dalton rode me, asserting his complete mastery of my body against his own.

“I think it’s about that time,” he murmured in my ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. “Are you ready?” He moved his palm to allow me to speak, clenching my wrists with both hands and holding them bound down.

I hazily nodded, a lustful grin crossing my lips. “Do it, Dalton…. come inside me.”

With my permission granted, his movements became more erratic. Smashing his hips against mine harder than ever, pushing himself deeper into my slick chasm… he was about to lose control of himself. I could already feel a deep, simmering growl from down in his lungs as he punished my body, thrusting again and again…

With a long, strained grunt, his cock took every millimeter it could, forcing itself deep down and unleashing his scorching-hot seed inside. We both groaned with satisfaction as he pumped me full, his fingernails digging into my flesh as he released everything he had into me.

After one final groan, he rolled off of me, sliding down into place beside me. I flipped over to nestle up beside him, feeling his massive chest fill and disperse with precious air.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.

“Yeah, it seriously was,” I replied quickly. “I’m so glad that we did this. This was perfect.”

“You think so?” He turned to face me.

“Of course… it’s been a fantastic night.”

“Night’s not over yet, love,” he smirked. “I just need to recharge for a few minutes, but I plan on keeping you up until sunrise…”

And so he did.

By the time we collapsed for the last time, the better for half of a dozen orgasms under my belt, I was fulfilled in ways that I’d never dreamed possible. As the sun’s earliest rays tried to penetrate the drawn drapes against the glass, I felt completely assured that, even if we couldn’t have any more than this one night…

…It was a night that would raise the bar forever.

Chapter 12

The dreaded union of our parents hurtled towards us with a vengeance, and soon we were standing across from each other at a small altar in a quiet church.

The wedding itself might have been small and relatively meager, but I couldn’t overlook the fact that our parents just looked… happy together.

Privately, I was thoroughly disgusted that my grandparents were present. They were seated in the front pew, the very image of distinguished, posh irritation. It’s said that the English people keep a stiff upper lip – Raleigh and Riana Carlyle embodied that stereotype to the end. They were both dressed as if they had been kidnapped from some sort of regal, high-society event, and the quiet disdain on their faces shamelessly echoed that suggestion.

My father should have been able to treat his blushing bride to a lavish wedding, wherever in the world that she wanted. Unfortunately, his uppity, self-serving parents excelled at holding grudges, and so Father wasn’t eligible to the Carlyle fortune.

It’s not like it was even his fucking fault.

People make mistakes.

William, if anything, had proven himself worthy by pulling himself back from the brink of self-destruction. But it was clear that they would never, ever see it that way.

Thoughts for another time, I told myself as Dad walked down the aisle with Sarah on his arm. I plastered a forced grin across my face, glancing over at Clara.

Sarah looked beautiful in her rented bridal dress, but Clara was the real winner here. With a modest dress that accentuated her beautiful features and stunning shape, I could barely keep my eyes off of her.

The maid of honor wouldn’t meet my gaze, but I caught her checking me out, too – particularly in how my three-piece suit tightly hugged my broad, built frame.

“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to honor the unions of William Carlyle and Sarah Campbell…”

The minister, to his credit, performed the ceremony as if they were being wedded on a mega-yacht cruise liner beneath the beautiful, open stars. An older gentleman still clinging gracefully to his yout

hful prime, he remained jovial and concerted throughout the entire proceedings.

Dad and Sarah had elected to write each other vows, which they recited:

“William, I never thought I’d love again until I met you. You’ve brought a light to my life that I thought extinguished by time, circumstance, and horrible life choices…” She glanced over at Clara, apologetically, but her daughter merely shrugged with a smile. “But I can’t say I regret those choices, given the wonderful girl that they’ve brought into my life,” she turned back to her groom, “I know now that whatever decisions I have to make… you’ll be there by my side, guiding me with your love and your selflessness. I can’t picture a better man to stand across from me now, and I promise you that I’ll see you through every burden that comes your way until the day I breathe my last…”

William, who was more human than both of my grandparents combined, was moved slightly to tears by her words. He took a deep breath before giving his own vows: