Accidentally Married

by Roberts, Emma

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  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Tiffany

  I looked down at his hard cock, picked up the scrunchie filled with soap, and slathered him up. I slowly clean him off, taking my time and playing with his cock as much as he let me. I had never seen a cock this large before. Well, in Vegas, on the same man. But Nick was nothing close to this size. When Archer entered me, I knew he was there. I couldn’t say the same for Nick.

  I shook my head; I didn’t want to think of my ex at this time. Refocusing on Archer, I rinsed off the soap. “Now, I need to make sure I got off all of the soap!” Laughing, I went down on my knees and took in as much of his hardness as I could. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I couldn’t fit all of him into my mouth. I still had at least two inches, maybe even three, to go until I reached the bottom of his prick. All I could think was, This big thing will be inside of me soon. I felt the moisture pooling in my pussy, ready to be released by Archer and his humongous cock. This sensation was nothing compared to the times when I had slept with Nick. He wasn’t nearly as large, and he’d had a problem getting hard at times. Plus, if you add in the boring way he made love…well, it was just nothing close to how Archer made me feel. I recalled how Nick had told me I was vanilla when it came to sex…wrong! It was him. Archer could attest to that point!

  Archer moaned as he pulled me up and kissed me passionately. “Turn around,” he ordered, pushing down on my shoulders and motioning for me to bend over in front of him. I did as he requested; I was ready to feel him inside of me. I had become addicted to his cock. I knew this wasn’t necessarily a good thing, and it was definitely not what a long term relationship should be based on. However, we could possible build upon it.

  I felt him put the head of his cock at my opening before he slid in fully with one push. I screamed loudly, his cock pushing into me as far as it could. I could feel him hitting my g-spot, causing an orgasm to build up very quickly. I held on, trying to not let my head hit the front of the shower stall, as he pounded into me deeply. Crying out, I told him to “fuck me harder.”

  Archer did just as I asked. I felt him pushing forward as he pulled my hips back onto his large dick. I was breathing hard, and another orgasm was fast approaching. He slapped my ass hard, and that was enough to push me right past the threshold. I moaned loudly and almost lost my grip on the tub. He slowed down and grabbed me as he saw me slipping.

  “Turn around.” I did as he ordered, and he picked me up and impaled me again on his cock. He fucked me against the shower wall, pushing me toward yet another orgasm. He looked deeply into my eyes as he held me, and I felt a connection that I had never had with another person. We were one at that moment, and I felt his orgasm pour into me as I cried out again.

  He kissed me deeply as his cock emptied into my vagina. I still hadn’t figured out what was up with us and condoms. We seemed to always forget them. I couldn’t help but think of how deeply satisfied I felt at that moment. Archer seemed to make me cum like nothing I had ever experienced. Nick had never been able to make me cum, not even with his mouth. How sad was that? I laughed as I thought of the comparison.

  He looked at me, puzzled. “What’s so funny? You know, it isn’t good for a man’s ego when you laugh so close to sex.”

  I chuckled a bit harder. “Oh, trust me, it is nothing bad about you.”

  “So explain,” he requested.

  “I was just thinking about how you get me off so well and so many times. Nick, he couldn’t even get me off using his mouth. How sad is that shit?”

  “Wow. That is the saddest shit I have ever heard.” He laughed hard.

  “Hey, don’t laugh.” I play punched him, and he acted hurt.

  “Come on, it is funny, just because you don’t have to worry about that happening anymore,” he murmured.

  “I see your point. Well, thank goodness for you and your big cock.” I cupped his now softening dick.

  “It is a part of my last name. I’m a Roman; we conquer things,” he stated proudly.

  I laughed. “So, you’ve conquered my pussy?”

  “Yeah. By the look in your eyes, I would say so.”

  I stepped back, not sure what emotions my eyes might really be showing. But I feared they might be showing more than I had wanted them to. I was scared; I didn’t want to fall for him. I was able to tell he was still into his ex. For me, that was not something I found acceptable in our relationship, or whatever it could be considered. I thought again of Nick. It had never, ever been intense with him when we’d had sex. Hell, I was lucky to get off, let alone feel intensity. I shook my head. I hated comparing the two men, but how in the hell could I truly help it? Nick had been boring and bland compared to Archer. Nick had been itsy bitsy next to Archer’s size. Nick couldn’t make me squeal, let alone scream in orgasm, like Archer did all of the time. I knew it wasn’t fair to either man to compare them, though. Archer outshone Nick in every aspect – looks personality, hotness, dick size, tongue ability, etc. I couldn’t even begin to name all of the ways that Archer made Nick seem small in comparison. So instead, I just pushed Nick completely out of my mind and hoped he would stay there.

  “We should be at the port in Maui soon.” Archer told me excitedly, jumping around like one of my children in class.

  “A bit excited, aren’t you?” I joked with him.

  “Once you meet Mark and Kelly, you will see why I am so happy.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. “I think we have enough time for another round, if you are up to it?” He raised his eyebrows at me, making me laugh loudly.

  “I’m in. Are you up to it?” I joked back with him.

  He pulled down his shorts and let me see just how up to it he was. My mouth fell open as he walked toward me, a very lascivious smile on his face. I backed up a few feet, and my butt hit the wall. He laughed and lunged at me. I screamed as he caught me and threw me on the bed. He fell on top of me, and my screams turned to moans and then back to screams later on.

  By the time the boat had docked into port, Archer had made me cum more times than I could count. My head was spinning as I dressed to go into the city and meet Archer’s siblings. I was thrilled; it meant we had a way to distance ourselves from his parents, that bitch Jasmine, and her poor fiancé. I was beyond thrilled; I was in Heaven. My life didn’t seem like it could get any better at that moment. I knew it was because Archer had clouded my head by making me orgasm so damn much. But I wasn’t going to complain about that.

  I’d made a checklist of different things I wanted to see in Maui. I had shown the list to Archer as we took a break between love making sessions. He had pointed out a few extra things to add to the list. I was excited about seeing all of these new things. I would have so many new stories to share with Kimberly. She’d be impressed; I was pretty sure of that.

  “Come on, I want to introduce you to Mark and Kelly.” Archer pulled me along the hallway, heading for the shores of Maui.

  “Hold on, tell me just a little bit about them. I should know this information since we are married, right?” I stopped him.

  “Oh, this is true. So Mark, he’s my older brother. He looks a lot like me, but he’s chubbier. He’s let himself go since he’s gotten older!” He laughed.

  “That’s seriously the description you are going to give me to go on? What does he do? Where does he live?” I asked.

  “He lives in the UK. At least, that’s his home base. He develops and maintains clean water systems for third world countries. So a lot of the time, he lives in other areas. He’s 39; he will turn 40 next year. He was married, but he got divorced a few years back. He’s not jaded from it, not like some of my other buddies. My sister, Kelly, works for the World Health Organization. She’s trying to discover safer ingredients to use in vaccines. She once told me not to get certain vaccines, said it was more dangerous than the real disease. I know she knows what she is talking about; she makes vaccines all of the time. But anyway, she’s single, but last time I knew, she’d just start
ed dating a guy. His name was Jared. I don’t know much about him. Maybe she brought him along! So…do you feel like you can meet them now?”

  “Yes, thank you,” I said.

  He pulled me to his side for a minute, and we both looked out over the water. The sun was setting on the East side of the water. We could see so much sun. It was like the actual sun was only about 100 feet away from us. I was awed by the sight. When he whispered into my ear, “It is not near as beautiful as you are to me,” I melted on the spot and sighed. I felt my heart sink as it grew heavier with love for him. No, not love. It couldn’t be love. Then what was it?

  I pushed that question, and any thought of the L word, out of my head. I wasn’t nearly ready enough to say that to another person. I had something that started with an L for him, though – a big bunch of LUST. I wanted that man’s body morning, afternoon, and night. He could use that tongue on me any time of the day he felt like it. I couldn’t get enough of him fucking the shit out of me and making me cum. I shivered, and Archer put his arm around me, not knowing that I wasn’t chilly, just extremely confused at the moment.

  “Tiffany, I would like you to meet my little sister, Kelly. Kelly, this is Tiffany. She’s my wife.”

  “Wife?!? Wait, last I knew you were hooked up with that bitch Jasmine,” Kelly commented.

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah, she is that for sure!” I liked Kelly a lot, and I knew that she was much easier to talk to than anyone I had met yet. Well, except for Archer. But what I normally say to him, I wouldn’t ever say to Kelly. I’d never been into girls.

  “Hey, Mark. How are you?” Archer went to his brother and gave him a hug. I watched the obvious love that was shared between the three siblings. I had to wonder with parents like I’d met, how in the hell they had ever turned out this normal. Of course, I didn’t know how Archer’s dad was with the other two children. He might actually be nice to them, for all I knew. I decided not to judge anymore, and instead caught up with their conversation. I had to admit that Archer’s description of his brother was spot on. If they had been closer in age, and Mark hadn’t been so much chunkier, they might have passed for twins. I thought of the mischievousness Archer would have gotten into if that had been the case. I wanted to ask him about it later, but there was so much happening around us, I would probably forget to.

  “So…surfing?” I asked hesitantly.

  Archer shook his head. “I’ll teach you, don’t worry,” he said with a smile.

  “Ah, um, okay, I guess so.” I hesitated.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I’m scared of the water…well, actually of sharks. I’ve seen a lot of articles about sharks attacking people on surfboards. See, they think it is a fish in the water, and that is their natural food. They may not mean to eat you, but wham, you’re a snack. A shark snack!” I said, my voice shaking as I spoke. It was a true fear of mine. I had seen a few movies about sharks and surfers; they had never gotten along like good friends. Jaws had terrified me as a teen, and some of the moves like Sharknado only added to my fear of sharks. Yes, I knew it wasn’t real, but some of it could actually happen in real life. With my luck, it would be me who turned out to be the one to be eaten. I wished it could be Jasmine who got eaten instead. I felt a little guilty at that thought, but the truth was, she wasn’t easy to like.

  I didn’t like that Archer had stared at her ample breasts on the boat, and it would be a while before I let that one out of my mind. I would hold onto it for a fight in the future, I was sure of it. Of course, I knew that was childish of me. But looking at another woman when you are married to a different one? I have never liked that behavior in a married man, and I was sure I wouldn’t suddenly be okay with it. I knew he was a cosmetic surgeon, and his job would involve working on women’s bodies. That I could accept; it was different. But trust me, he hadn’t been looking at Jasmine with the eyes of a doctor on the boat. No one would ever convince me of that.

  “It will be fine. There has never been an attack reported here. If there were any danger, they wouldn’t let you in the water. They have a sophisticated system of watching for sharks from drones. If they see anything, they will tell everyone to get out of the water long before there is any real danger,” Archer assured me.

  “Oh, like in the movie Jaws?” I asked snidely.

  He laughed. “Really? You are going to use that movie as your support? Come on, Tiff. I’ll be out there with you, and I am a bigger target, more food for them…think of it that way. You will be safe; don’t worry.” He smiled and laughed.

  “I know, I know. It was a made-up movie and all. But my fear is real, and I am truly scared of this.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m here with you. I will not let anything happen to you,” he promised.

  My legs were still shaking, but when he grabbed my hand and walked with me, I felt better. It would be fun to tell my students about the adventures I’d had when I was on vacation. They would love hearing about it.

  I glided alongside him as we walked to the beach. He grabbed a board for me from the rack, carrying his own as well.

  “Do you want me to carry my board?” I asked.

  “If you want,” he said, stopping and handing me the board. For some odd reason, with the board in my hand, I got excited and more confident. It was lighter than I had thought it would be. I don’t know why the weight made any difference to me, but heck, I liked the new-found confidence.

  Archer directed me how to sit on the board, “You have to time it at the right moment to get the most out of a wave.”

  I looked at him, understanding perfectly, as I listened. But when the first wave came, I didn’t time it right; I simply got knocked off the board and hit in the head as the wave carried the board along. The swift whoop on the head by the light board sure felt heavier than the board I had carried. I cried out as I came to the surface. I didn’t really enjoy that one bit, although I had to admit, it had been just a little fun.

  Archer was off riding a wave. I watched as his hard body looked like a god. “That’s my Roman, conquering the waves!” I laughed to myself.

  I met him on the sandy beach; he had waited for me to get in. My trip had been painstakingly terrifying because the wave had also drug me along in an undertow almost the whole way to the shore. I had tried many times to recover, but there had been no chance.

  “Ready?” he asked as soon as I was on shore.

  “Sure,” I said with a lack of confidence. I tried to get up on a wave several more times. My body ached from the many muscles I had no clue were in my body at all. I hurt when I stepped out of the water. Archer looked at me once more.

  “Ready?” he asked again. He had waited for me every trip, and I couldn’t tell you how many times I had tried it already. I was ready to give up for at least a little bit. Maybe then my screaming muscles would calm down, and I could walk without hurting.

  “No, not really. That wasn’t a single bit of fun,” I told him honestly.

  “You are coming with me this time,” he smiled.

  Hmm, sitting in front of him as we both dog paddled out to try and catch a wave. “Okay,” I quickly agreed, the image of his hard chest right against my back bringing up erotic images of him taking me from behind before we’d landed in Maui.

  “Are you positive there aren’t sharks in the water? I don’t see anyone watching the water like you told me they would be,” I remarked hesitating..

  “I swear, they are watching it.”

  “Tell me, if I lost an arm, would you still like me?” I asked.

  “Of course I would. That’s a stupid question. I would help you recover and learn how to do everyday things with one arm instead of two. Or if you lost a leg, I would carry you around!”

  I laughed at that image. “You are crazy! You couldn’t carry me around everywhere.”

  “But it’s the offer that counts.” He smiled that killer smile that made me want to rip his close off.