“It will make her so happy.”
“I guess I have to do it then.”
Cameron clapped his hands. “Perfect. They'll bring it down and fit you for it. I won't be able to see you before the wedding so enjoy yourself. And thank you for doing this.”
I actually didn't want him to leave. I was about to be married to this man and I barely knew anything about him.
“Are we doing the right thing?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my comfy bed.
Cameron stayed. “What do you mean?”
I shook my head. “I feel stupid. It just feels like everything is moving so fast. I don't even know you and we're going to be married soon.”
“But we won't be married for long,” Cameron replied.
“I know but this is still a huge deal.”
Cameron and I talked for hours and hours. Not just about the upcoming wedding but everything about ourselves. Cameron told me how difficult it was to grow up when your father was grooming you for the family business. He always had to be perfect.
I told him about my mom and everything that came along with it.
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The day of the wedding came and I was actually nervous. The white dress that was Cameron's mother's was something I never imagined myself wearing but it was incredible. It showed a lot less skin than I would've wanted but I was surprised at how good it made me look.
I actually felt like a princess.
Since I didn't have any family left. Mr. Steinman asked to walk me down the aisle. I felt like that was very nice gesture. Cameron's family was so kind to me and I felt bad for the way we were deceiving them.
I hoped they never found out the truth.
I walked down the aisle of rose pedals in front of a crowd of hundreds. Faces that I'd never seen before and probably would never see again.
Cameron stood at the altar in a dark tuxedo that emphasized his strong frame. He held his hands behind his back and smiled at me.
I couldn't help but blush and smile back. For being a fake wedding, this felt real.
Mr. Steinman kissed me on the cheek and left me at the altar. The priest began to speak and I turned to Cameron. We stared into each other's eyes as we said, “I do.” I couldn't help but tear up even though there wasn't any love there.
That was that. I was Mrs. Cameron Steinman now.
We walked down the aisle together and then straight into a limousine as everyone said goodbye to us.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Cameron popped a bottle of champagne. “On our honeymoon.”
A honeymoon never even crossed my mind. But it made perfect sense. Everyone would be expecting us to go somewhere. My heart spiked in my chest. “Where are we going?”
Cameron poured me a glass and we clinked glasses. “Spain. Malaga to be exact.”
I was speechless. “I've never even been to Europe before...”
“I think you're going to enjoy this,” Cameron replied, sipping his champagne.
The twists and turns never ended around this man.
Chapter Five
I opened the doors that led out the the large balcony outside our hotel room. The view of the coast was breathtaking. I saw colors there that I never knew existed.
I turned back to Cameron as he carried our luggage into the room. “This is amazing.”
He joined me on the balcony. “I knew you would like it.” His eyes were on me longer than normal. The way he looked at me was different than before.
He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. I wanted to resist at first but I couldn't. I had been dreaming about this moment for weeks.
Cameron broke away and touched his lips like they were hurt. “Sorry, I got caught up in the moment for a second there.”
“I'm not sorry,” I replied, pulling him back to me. Our mouths met and fireworks went off. Cameron's rough hands were all over me, his tongue creeping past my lips.
I moaned against him and Cameron lifted me up. I knew what was going to happen next and I wasn't going to fight it.
He laid me down on the bed and we resumed kissing. He felt up my big breasts over my white t-shirt and pleasure surged through me. I fumbled with my t-shirt until I got it up and over my head. My bra was off in seconds.
Cameron was hungry for me. His teeth attacked my nipples, biting and sucking on me until they were hard. He squeezed my tits and they almost popped.
“I want you,” I whispered in his ear.
Cameron sat up and tore his shirt off. My fingernails raked down his hard pecs and over his washboard abs. He slowly unbuttoned his blue jeans and started to pull them down. I worked at my own jeans until they were around my ankles.
I gasped and put my hand over my mouth when I saw him. He was humongous. “You're pretty big,” I said.
“And you look perfect for me,” he said, his eyes wandering over my naked body.
“I'm so wet, Cameron. Take me now.”
He didn't need to be told twice. Cameron spread my legs and pressed his throbbing cock against my eager pussy. His tip knocked at my tight opening and Cameron pounded into me, shoving his entire length into me.
“Oh fuck! You're so big!” I cried out as my pussy expanded around him.
Cameron kissed me and slammed his rod in and out of me. “You're so tight,” he yelled.
“Don't stop, Cameron. Don't stop fucking me. I'm so close.”
I came undone all around him, my legs quivering from the intense pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as I finished.
Cameron pulled out and I thought he was going to come all over me. But he wasn't done yet. “Get on all fours,” he commanded.
I got up and faced away from Cameron. His hand came down and spanked my big ass, his palm rubbing the pain in. I never knew it could feel so good.
“You want this big cock?” he asked, stroking himself.
I turned back and bit my bottom lip. “Fuck me again, Cameron. I can't handle the teasing.”
Cameron dipped back into me, his huge cock tearing me apart inside. He drilled deeper and deeper until his hips met my ass. He pulled back and crashed against me again and again.
“It feels so good!” My tits swayed back and forth from every thrust.
Cameron's breathing quickened. He wasn't going to last much longer.
“Come inside me, Cameron,” I ordered him.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Cameron groaned. His grip on my hips tightened and he found his release, unloading a river of cum into me.
“I'm coming too!” My orgasm hit me like a punch to the face. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure took over me.
Cameron continued to fuck me until he was completely spent. He left me and fell over next to me.
I collapsed onto my stomach, my face stuffed in the pillow. I lifted my head to get some air. “I can't believe that just happened.”
Cameron turned his head to me. “I wasn't planning on it. It's just that during the wedding ceremony you were so beautiful.”
“I'm glad this happened. My life was going so wrong and you were the one right thing in my life.”
Cameron turned to the nightstand and got his wallet. He took out a check and handed it to me. “This is for you.”
The check was made out to me and for the amount of the mortgage for my mom's house. I ripped up the check. “I don't need the money anymore now that I have you.”
His jaw dropped. “What about your mom's house?”
“My mom hated that house. We would've sold it a long time ago if we had the chance. She would've wanted me to get rid of it.”
Cameron started to laugh. And I couldn't help but join in.
Chapter Six
I'd never fallen in love before.
I couldn't believe it happened after I was already married to a man.
Cameron was the man of my dreams but it took me a little while to figure that out.
We were so happy together and spent two months in Sp
ain on our honeymoon. I didn't need to work two part-time jobs anymore.
I didn't have the burden of debt anymore. I didn't have to worry about that wreck of a house any longer.
My mom would be happy for me.
I deserved some happiness.
The End
Story Two
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I thought the man I was obsessed with for so long was gone forever.
But then he shows up on my doorstep and I can't say no.
His hands all over me, his lips against mine.
This was going to be the biggest secret to keep.
Chapter One
Today just kept getting worse and worse.
It started with waking up just a few minutes later than I was supposed to. My alarm went off but I must've hit the snooze in my sleep. Not usually a big deal.
That led to an insane amount of traffic on my way to work in the morning. I thought it would be fine because usually everyone else in the office came in late because of the delay. The bosses always overlooked these types of things.
But I wasn't so lucky.
I was the last one into the office and everybody took notice. I knew my bosses would put it in my file and use it against me later.
At lunch, I realized I forgot to bring food. In the rush to get on time, I had completely forgotten to get the sandwich I had made the night before.
I went to the food stand across the street from our building and got two hot dogs. My first bite, a squirt of mustard shot out onto my white blouse. I lost my appetite at that point and threw my lunch away.
I spent the rest of my lunch in the bathroom, trying to get the mustard out.
Throughout the day, my coworkers pointed out the stain.
“Elizabeth, I think you have a little something on your blouse.”
“Elizabeth, there's a yellow stain on your shirt.”
I knew they were just trying to be helpful but I didn't need to be reminded about it every second of the day.
Those bad things didn't even have to do with my actual work.
Today was the busiest day in a long time. My title at the company was executive assistant but really I was just a glorified copy girl.
My job was to take stacks of papers and copy them. That was it.
I didn't know this was the only thing I would be doing at the company until my first day. If they had given me an inkling during the interview, I would've never accepted.
But here I was with an insurmountable stack of papers. Every few pages had a Post-It note on it saying how many copies they needed. Some stacks needed two copies made per page. Some needed a hundred copies made per page.
That meant a lot of time was spent next to the copier. Doing absolutely nothing. It was the most boring thing you could possibly do for money.
I thought I was almost through the day until my boss asked me into his office. Kevin was a large black man with an even bigger ego. I was hired to be his assistant but I ended up working for multiple people.
So in reality I had a lot of bosses to answer to and they almost never talked to each other. That led to a lot of miscommunication that I would then have to solve.
I thought Kevin was bringing me in to talk about why I was late. As I walked to his office, I ran through the excuse of traffic in my head. I wanted to speak with confidence and make him believe that it wouldn't happen again.
“Elizabeth, can you close the door behind you?”
That was never a good sign. That meant it was serious. If it was something small like being late, the door would stay open and the conversation would be over quickly.
I sat down in front of Kevin's large oak desk and crossed my legs. I knew not to say anything because that could make things worse.
Kevin shuffled some papers and passed them to me. “Do you see anything wrong with this?”
I looked at the papers and didn't know what he was referring to. When I made copies, I never actually read what they said.
I sifted through the papers until I found a Post-It note attached that I had somehow missed. That meant that I had done the wrong number of copies for a stack.
Shouldn't be that big of deal, right?
“I'm sorry, Kevin. I must've missed it.”
“Well I went into the meeting without enough copies for each partner. We can't have you making simple mistakes like this.”
“It won't happen again, I swear.”
“See that it doesn't. You can't afford to make another major mistake like this. See that you pay more attention next time.”
I stood up. “I will. Don't worry.” I left his office with my fists clenched. I couldn't believe he was making such a big deal about nothing.
So what if he didn't have enough copies. It's not like the future of the company was riding on how many copies were made.
I went back to my desk and stewed in my seat. I almost wanted to walk right back in there and tell him I quit. I shouldn't have to deal with this.
Then I remembered that I needed the money.
I would have to have another job lined up first before I left this one.
Chapter Two
I finally made it home without anything else bad happening. I just wanted to forget about this day and move on.
I went to the fridge to get a beer and saw my sandwich that I had forgotten. Then I realized that I was out of beer. It was the perfect end to the day.
I took the turkey sandwich and decided to eat it for dinner. Cooking dinner did not sound like fun tonight.
Little did I know that things were going to get even worse.
I was sitting on the couch, eating my sad sandwich, and watching some crazy reality show on MTV. I always wondered if these people were really that crazy when the camera weren't rolling or if that's how they were all the time.
I hoped it was the former because I don't know how some of these people could function in normal society without screaming their heads off.
The doorbell rang and scared me out of my seat. I checked the clock and it read 8:30 PM. I never got any visitors this late at night.
Scratch that, I never got any visitors period.
I thought that maybe I should pretend to not be home. The I realized that all the lights were on and could be seen through the windows outside. It didn't help that the TV was really loud too.
I slowly crept to the door and yelled, “Who's there.”
“Its Charles,” the voice behind the door said.
My heart froze in my chest. It couldn't be him...
My stepbrother Charles was sent to prison almost five years ago for the robbery of a convenience store. He wasn't armed but he pretended to be. The judge threw the book at him and gave him ten years.
He wasn't supposed to be out.
Yet here he was.
Did he break out of prison and on the run?
I shook that idea out of my head. That kind of stuff only happened in the movies.
Before Charles went away, I had the biggest crush on him. It was so difficult to be around him knowing that we could never be together because it was taboo.
When he was arrested and convicted, I thought that I had dodged a bullet.
I didn't want Charles to go to prison but I didn't see another way to get around my feelings for him. This way it made it impossible for me to pursue them if he was behind bars.
I opened the door and the Charles I used to be so obsessed over was standing right there. He looked a little bit older in the eyes. Dark stubble hugged his chin. The white t-shirt he wore was stretched over his muscular physique. He had grown to almost double his size since the last time I saw him.
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