Vegas Baby: A Bad Boy's Accidental Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

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  I felt like I was floating in a warm bath.

  My eyes were closed.

  My arms and legs outstretched.

  My lips were open. I could hear myself breathing with my ears beneath the surface of the water.

  Floating.

  Peaceful.

  Not a care in the world.

  I sensed that I wasn’t alone.

  I slowly opened my eyes.

  Black sky above.

  No moon.

  Stars twinkling.

  Floating.

  She’s here with me.

  I can feel her presence as clearly as I can feel the warm breeze on my skin.

  The little hairs on my arms and legs stand up.

  I feel my cock twitch in the muggy night air.

  She whispers in my ear. Her breath tickles, it makes me smile.

  She says my name softly.

  Ryder…

  Yes…

  She tells me it’s all going to be all right.

  She tells me she is going to make the pain go away.

  I open my eyes and see her standing at the edge of the pool.

  She’s naked.

  Beautiful.

  Young.

  Natural.

  Supple.

  I breath in deeply, slowly, sniffing the air like a wolf sensing prey.

  I can smell her sex; pungent, salty.

  I can taste her on the tip of my tongue.

  Delicious.

  I raise my head to look up at her.

  The water drips from my face and ears.

  Her long blonde hair is pushed back over her tanned shoulders.

  Her eyes smile warmly at me.

  She cups her round breasts in her palms and offers them to me with her lips pursed.

  “Is this what you want, Ryder?” she asks in a voice only I can hear.

  “Yes,” I said. “I want to feel your tits… suck your hard nipples…”

  She puts her fingers on her blonde pubes and pulls them back so I can see the long pink hood of her clit.

  “And this? What will you do with this?”

  “I want to rub your clit with my fingers… take it between my lips… roll it beneath my tongue… I want to suck your clit while you suck my cock…”

  She spread her legs so I could see her pink pussy, the lips perfect, her hole glistening with moisture. She slowly slid her fingers over her pussy and sighed as a wave of pleasure shuddered through her.

  “And this, Ryder… What would you do with this…”

  “I want to suck your pussy lips… lick your hole… shove my tongue deep inside you…”

  I close my eyes, then open them slowly. She was in the water with me now, standing beside me as I floated on my back. My cock was rock hard, standing tall and proud, thick and veiny. She wrapped her wet fingers around the shaft and slowly moved her hand up and down, sliding the skin over the rigid muscle.

  “And this…” she said. “What would you do to me with your big cock?”

  “I would fuck you with my big cock… I would bend you over and ram my cock into your tight, young pussy until you begged me to stop… I would fuck your pussy and then your ass… I’d make you cum over and over and over…

  Her hand moved up and down on my cock. I got harder as she squeezed. I could feel the vein’s filling with blood. The head was round and purple. Drops of juice oozed from the slit.

  “You want me, Ryder?” she asked, lowering her lips to mine. She traced her tongue across my lips.

  “Yes… I want you…”

  My balls tightened as her hand worked its magic.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Ryder.”

  “I want you to pump my cock… I want you suck it… Put the head in your sweet mouth and suck me dry…”

  “Mmmm…” she cooed, her hand moving faster. “What else?

  “I want you to take my big cock in your mouth… I want to shove it down your throat… I want you to squeeze my balls and finger my asshole while you suck my… big… cock…”

  “Mmmm… my pleasure…” She held my cock steady and pressed her lips to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the slit to lap up my juices and teased the little bundle of nerves beneath the head. She took the head into her mouth and sucked it as she worked her hand up and down the shaft, milking me, pumping me, making me cum.

  “Fuck, baby… yes… I’m going to… explode… make me cum… fuck… you fucking beautiful bitch… yes… right there… faster… faster…”

  I exploded in her hand, sending thick milky ropes of cum high in the moist night air. She hummed as she pumped my cock faster, shooting jizz all over my stomach and her hand, milking me until there was nothing left to give.

  I startled myself awake. I was in my bed, on my back, my hand wrapped around my stiff cock. My hand and stomach were covered with jizz.

  “Fuck me,” I sighed.

  “No, fuck me,” a voice whispered in my ear. It sounded so real I sat up to look around. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew it was the voice of the girl at the pool.

  She was telling me to fuck her.

  She wanted me to fuck her.

  I was destined to fuck her.

  I went into the bathroom to clean myself off, then crawled back into bed and willed myself to fall asleep, hoping that I could resume the wonderful dream and find the girl next door waiting for me there.

  I didn’t know how and I didn’t know when, but soon—soon—the girl next door would be in my bed, making my dreams come true.

  Chapter Thirteen: Lolita

  I had the most wonderful dream. I was floating in the pool and the hot guy next door was watching me from his window. The sun was shining. It was hot as fuck outside. The sky was blue, cloudless, perfect. The air was thick and moist, like a sauna. I was naked, covered in oily sweat that smelled like salty coconuts. My nipples were so hard they ached. My pussy seeped hot juices into the warm water between my legs.

  Then, in the blink of an eye, he was in the pool with me, tugging me off the raft, taking me into his arms. He pushed me against the side of the pool and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

  His cock was huge; long, thick. He guided the tip to my hole and I gasped as the head pushed its way inside my tight young pussy. He smothered me with kisses as he slid in inch by inch until he could fit no more. His hands were on my ass, his fingers dug into my cheeks so hard it made me gasp from the pain. His hot tongue probed my mouth as his cock stretched the tight walls of my pussy, filling me up, the tip of his cock pressing against my cervix. I could feel my pussy lips molding around his girthy shaft. I could feel him in my chest and throat.

  “Fuck me hard,” I whispered in his ear. “Hammer your big cock into my tight pussy.”

  “Yes, my little Lolita,” he said, his voice deep and breathy in my ear. My heels dug into his hard ass, prodding him on like nudging a stallion during a race. The deep thrusts of his cock jarred my body, made me gasp for air and bite my lip. I could hear the water lapping at the side of the pool with each thrust. My tits bounced in the water in slow motion. The orgasm came quickly, shuddering through me with the intensity of an earthquake. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and moaned as I came. I could feel his hot seed filling my pussy as my hot juices flowed out over him.

  When I woke up the next morning, my panties and the sheet beneath me were soaked. I thought for a moment that I’d wet the bed. And I supposed, technically, that was exactly what I did.

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  Mom had her seduction of the hot neighbor planned with morbid precision. She’d give the guy to bury his wife on Thursday. She’d give him Friday to mourn. Saturday, she’d hang out by the pool in a skimpy bikini with the music playing loud enough to catch his attention (gee, what a great idea, duh), and on Sunday she’d show up with a basket of cookies from Costco that she would swear were homemade, and she’d be fucking him by dinnertime. The reason she was giving the poor guy till Sunday was that she a
lready had dates Friday and Saturday nights.

  Sorry, mom, I was already ten steps ahead of you.

  Thursday afternoon, I watched through the blinds as Ben Ryder, dressed in a black suit that fit him like a glove, loaded his little boy in his Range Rover to go to his wife’s funeral. He didn’t come home until almost nine that night. I figured there was a family gathering or something after the funeral. The little boy wasn’t with him. I assumed he had stayed with relatives. I remembered Bethany Ryder mentioning a sister who lived out near Fall’s Church.

  Friday morning, I dragged out of bed around ten, still groggy because I’d spent the whole night fucking and sucking Ben Ryder in my dreams. I was lucky that way. I could fall asleep with something on my mind and I’d end up dreaming about it in vivid detail. I had fallen asleep the past couple of nights thinking about him, imagining his hands exploring my body, his lips sucking my nipples, his cock pounding in every hole. I started sleeping in the nude and without fail, I’d wake up with the sheet beneath me drenched from my cum.

  I was still naked and my pussy was still sticky as I walked through the quiet house, stretching my limbs, grunting at the new day. I went to the front room and peeked out the window. The Range Rover was in the driveway. I wondered what his plans were. I mean, the guy just buried his wife yesterday, so I would expect that he had a ton of things to do today, like dealing with life insurance or legal shit or just settling back into life as best he could.

  Mrs. Crown across the street told my mom that Ben and Bethany Ryder had been having problems and Ben had been gone for two months. She also said Bethany went out late at night and sometimes a strange truck would park down the block and a man she didn’t recognize would go into the Ryder house. Mrs. Crown was a fount of knowledge when it came to the neighbors. She never missed anything. I could only imagine what she thought of mom and me, the horny single mom and her horny daughter who ran around in just a bikini, making the neighborhood men fall all over themselves when they passed by. Mom called her Mrs. Kravitz, after the nosey neighbor on the old Bewitched TV show.

  Most of the stuff mom got from Mrs. Crown was just idle gossip, but what she said about Bethany and Ben Ryder’s marriage caught my attention. I was usually pretty oblivious to what went on in the neighborhood, but if they were having problems and he was away for two months and a strange man was visiting late at night, well, that told me that the Ryder marriage might have been over a long time ago. Still, the guy had to mourn. Even if the love between them had died, they had to have been happy at some point. There was love there in the beginning, and memories of love don’t go away just because someone dies. They shared a life and a child. That wasn’t something you could just forget and move on.

  I let the curtain drop and went to take a quick shower. As I lathered up my bush and washed the dream sex from my cunt, I thought about mom’s plan to seduce Ben Ryder. She would probably freak if she knew what I did, diddling myself by the pool while he watched. Mom was one of those parents who preached “do as I say not as I do”. She wanted me to be a good girl even though she fucked a different guy every night of the week, and usually got something for it. When I fucked a guy, it was because I wanted to fuck him and get the pleasure from it, not because I needed a new pair of shoes or wanted a bigger TV for the den. I said it before and I’ll say it again: my mom’s not a whore, but she uses her Pussy Power to get what she wants. She considers it fair trade. Pussy for stuff. Pussy for affection. Pussy for attention. I wondered if she had ever traded Pussy for love?

  I knew her well enough to know that once she set her sights on Ben Ryder, she’d be fucking him before the weekend was out. Sorry, mom, I can’t let that happen. This one is mine.

  I finished the shower and towel dried my hair as I went into my bedroom. There was no need to get dressed and put on makeup. My plan was to put on a repeat performance of the other day. I’d put on just the bikini bottoms and go out to the pool, crank up the music, oil up my tits, and wait for the curtains to move. Then, if my nerve didn’t fail me, I’d crook my finger and invite him over. What happened next was up to him. I was ready to fuck him blind, just like I’d been doing in my dreams.

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  I was just about to open the sliding doors to go out to the pool when the doorbell rang. I was just wearing the bikini bottoms, so I grabbed a t-shirt from my room and tugged it over my head as I went to answer the door.

  When I stood on my tiptoes to peer out the peephole, my heart nearly stopped. Standing on the other side of the door, on my front porch, in delicious living color, was Ben Ryder.

  Chapter Fourteen: Ryder

  I couldn’t get the girl next door out of my mind. God forgive me, but even as they were lowering Bethany’s casket into the ground, with Cody sitting quietly on my lap, and Emily and Hank sitting on either side of me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. Obsession, I guess you’d call it. Even though I had never really met her— hadn’t really even spoken to her—I was obsessed with her, to the point of not being able to think about anything else. Her beautiful tanned skin, her gorgeous face, her long blonde hair, her long legs, her large breasts, her dark nipples, the blonde curls between her legs… fuck, I thought I would die if I didn’t get her in my bed soon.

  Emily cried softly through the entire service at the church and at the graveside. Hank was stoic, as always, the strong, silent type. His kids sat quietly next to him with their hands folded neatly in their laps, dumbfounded by it all. It was the first funeral they had ever attended and didn’t really understand what was happening. It was hard to explain the concept of death to a couple of six and seven year olds, so I didn’t even try. Hank and Emily could educate them later, when they felt the time was right.

  Due to the extent of Bethany’s head injuries, I opted for the casket to be closed during the service. Okay, that wasn’t the only reason. I had seen the body before the public viewing. The funeral director had done the best he could with what was left. The truth was, I couldn’t stand the thought of sitting there with my son in my lap trying to explain to him why his mommy wouldn’t wake up and climb out of the shiny wooden box and come home.

  Quinn was there, of course, the only person invited from my side of the relationship. It hit me that he was the only friend I had, other than my SEAL brothers and sisters who I rarely got to see. He sat behind me at the graveside and put his hand on my shoulder now and then just to let me know he was there.

  The pastor from Emily and Hank’s church conducted the service. A fat little man with a splotchy sad face, he asked if there were any particular passage from the bible that he should read, any passages that had deep meaning for me and Bethany. I politely told him to choose because I wouldn’t know a bible passage if you tattooed it on my forehead and neither would Bethany. I did recall something about coveting thy neighbor’s wife, then I remembered that I had been fucking Bonita Anderson for weeks, so I let it go.

  There were several people at the service I didn’t even know. Emily identified them as members of the church who were there to support her rather than to mourn for Emily. I glanced over my shoulder now and then, looking for a stranger who might be lurking among the gravestones watching his lover being lowered into the ground. I didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching.

  If I was her lover I’d certainly be there… fuck… what a strange goddamn thought to have. Get hold of yourself, man, I thought. Bury your wife. Focus on your son. Mourn like a decent person is supposed to…

  There was the kicker.

  I was not a decent person. Not anymore.

  I was the asshole sitting next to his dead wife’s grave who couldn’t stop thinking about fucking that girl in the pool…

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  Okay, I know what you’re thinking.

  Don’t judge me. Not yet.

  You must be thinking, what the fuck, dude? You’re a thirty-three-year-old man and she must be eighteen or nineteen at the most. You’re a grown-ass man and she’s still a child.
What you’re thinking about doing would get you locked up in some states. Get the shit beaten out of you in others.

  Don’t do this, Ryder.

  You’re better than this.

  You’re a goddamn United States Navy SEAL, man.

  You’re a disciplined, moral, ethical, dedicated, honest, upright kind of guy.

  Don’t take advantage of that poor girl.

  And you’re right, for the most part. I was a grown-ass man and while I didn’t agree that she was a child (not with those tits), she was considerably younger than me. The point that was probably sticking in your craw (and in mine) was that it had been less than twenty-four hours since I buried my wife. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Bethany. I was so incredibly sad and sorry that she was gone. But Bethany had moved on months ago. She told me she was filing for divorce. She told me she didn’t love me anymore. The fact that she had another man’s baby inside her was proof that our marriage was over.