The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  “Oh, Daaaaaaannniiiiieeel,” I scream and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

  This orgasm is going to be even bigger than the one over lunch. I can feel the tingling sensation start in my groin before exploding in a decadently violent spasm, spreading through me.

  The walls of my pussy contract and massage his tongue as it continues to mercilessly dart in and out of me.

  When my body convulses, and the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again, I close my eyes and think there is no way I can survive this all-consuming bliss.

  Although I’m a little too young to die, I resign myself to my fate because one thing is certain: I don’t want Daniel to stop.

  After the orgasm subsides, I watch him take off his pants and place a small foil packet within arm’s reach. Naked in all his perfect Greek-god glory, he faces me.

  His bouncing cock looks ready for action. I sit up, ready to feast on his massive dick.

  After the way he just made me feel, I’m ready to return the favor. I lick my lips, eager to finally get a taste of him.

  Daniel

  If there’s one thing I just love, it’s pushing this prim and proper girl right over the fucking edge.

  I was amazed she didn’t run a mile when I started to finger fuck her right there at the restaurant. At first, her eyes were full of hesitation, but it didn’t take long for them to express flat-out desire.

  Those eyes suck me right in, their cinnamon color something else altogether.

  There’s something honest in them, and I know there’s a wild beast in there, waiting to be unleashed―an animal filled with primal lust and passion.

  As she’s taking in the sight of my cock, it requires every ounce of self-control not to shove it right into her perfect little mouth.

  I know she wants it. The way she’s licking her lips, the way her mouth is parted just a little, it’s only a matter of time before my cock will be inside her.

  There are a few drops of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I’m ready to fucking explode.

  Mesmerized, I watch her tongue dart out and lick those droplets away. Then, she slowly and gently leans toward me to kiss the tip of my now quivering cock.

  I feel goosebumps travel up my spine and arms. There’s something magical in her action. Her breath is soft and delicate, warm and gentle.

  Fuck, it feels good—so fucking good—to have those velvet lips wrapped around my throbbing member. Briefly, I close my eyes and feel as if I’m floating on my back through a sea of desire.

  She opens her lips wider to accommodate all of me, and I slowly feel like I’m fucking drowning. I clutch onto her tits, holding on like my life depends on it—like she’s my only salvation.

  My fingers tease and squeeze, rubbing and kneading.

  Hungrily, she starts to suck on my cock. This is what I’ve been fucking waiting for. I throw my head back and take a deep breath.

  I want to enjoy this for as long as possible. I don’t want to erupt into her tight, wet mouth too early.

  While her mouth is working its magic on my member, her hands have found another sensitive spot—my balls. She plays with them, rolls them around, and then squeezes them.

  I don’t think I’ve ever had such a cocktail of sensations run through me. This woman knows her stuff.

  She increases her pace. I watch her head bob up and down, and I marvel at the way her lips smack against my cock. The sound is fucking music to my ears.

  I feel my massive cock expand with each inward thrust, and her tongue makes the most of it, darting out to lick my base each time she gets there.

  Time. Such a strange concept.

  It slows right down, and I’m acutely aware of her flawless pale skin, the bud-like nipples on those fleshy tits of hers, and her eyes. She’s completely lost in what she’s doing, giving it more than a hundred fucking percent.

  I like this girl. A whole fucking lot. I think I made a good choice when I approached her.

  If only there wasn’t my small problem. It’s so small it’s barely worth mentioning, and it will still be a little while before I need to raise it with her.

  Stop ruining the fucking moment, I growl at myself.

  Multiple explosions assault my insides. Fireworks to rival New Year’s Eve are starting at the base of my spine and spreading through me at breakneck speed.

  My huge load builds up in my balls, and then, without further warning, I erupt like a fucking angry volcano in her beautiful mouth.

  She does her best to swallow every last drop of my creamy cum as I shoot it down her throat, but it overflows and runs down her chin.

  When the orgasm has passed, I pull out of her with a pop.

  With my index finger, I wipe my own cum off her face with a finger, which she licks like it’s another one of those chocolate-covered fruits. She even bites my finger gently, teasingly, before she lets me go.

  Then she stands up and struts around the room. I watch her head to the sound system. As she bends over to check out the selection, I get a good look at her ass and the swollen lips of her pussy.

  My cock’s coming to life again already.

  I’m not sure what she’s chosen, but as soon as she presses play, her body starts to bend, twist, and twirl to some boppy pop song.

  I have never heard of it before, but I love the way her body becomes one with the music. Her own hands stroke, caress, and explore her curves.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  Unable to stay where I am any longer, I join her. The next song is a slow one, and I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her as close to me as possible. Now we sway as one to some love song.

  My cock presses into her ass, and I’m tempted to just shove it into her, here and now. But it seems wrong to the break this moment.

  Her movements are fluid. I wonder if she used to take dance classes.

  Slowly, I turn her in my arms so she’s facing me. Her tits rub against my chest, and her hands link behind my neck. I lower my mouth to hers. Our tongues meet, and pleasure erupts in me.

  I need to take her, but before I do, there’s a little matter I have to attend to.

  The music changes again. It’s another genre I’m not familiar with.

  I move back to the coffee table and grab the packet I had left on it earlier. I pull out the condom, and it’s on my fucking cock before she realizes what’s going on.

  The tip of my cock hovers at her dripping pussy. I debate my next move. And then, I let her warp her legs around my waist, straddling me.

  Oh. Fuck.

  As I stand there, Rose in my arms and on top of my cock, I feel the world spin around me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was drunk. But I’m not―except maybe drunk on ecstasy.

  With her arms still around my neck, she thrusts against me, using her crossed legs behind my back as support.

  This is the most amazing fucking feeling I’ve ever experienced. I knew there was some kind of caged animal locked inside this woman. I’m sure this is only the beginning of the more adventurous Rose coming out.

  As fucking awesome as this is, I need to put her down and really fuck her. There’s an aching need I have to fill.

  My eyes zero in on the table, and I head for it. Gently, I put her on her back and make sure her legs drape over the edge.

  I’ve momentarily pulled out of her to change position, and now that she’s in the perfect spot, I spread her legs apart and shove deep inside her.

  A low moan escapes her lips. My hands use her tits as support. I push into her slowly until my balls are pressing against her ass.

  And then I start pummeling into her, hard and fast.

  She meets me with her own little upward thrusts as I slam into her again and again. Soon, the music stops, and the only sounds we can hear are my balls slapping against her naked skin and our short, shallow breathing.

  There’s the occasional moan, and then Rose is yelping like a little lost puppy dog.

  “Yeeeeeeeeeessssss,” she hisses, and I se
e her body tense all over. Her hands reach for my shoulders, and I feel her nails dig into me.

  I can sense she’s about to come.

  So am I. My cock grows with each thrust. It’s expanding, and the walls of her pussy are tightening. I increase my pace yet again.

  The pressure of her tightening pussy is too much for my cock. I suddenly explode deep within her.

  Wave after wave of cum fills my condom. My hands are frozen on her tits, and now she’s engulfed in her own orgasm.

  Her pussy is tightening around me and squeezing every last bit of juice out of me. I fear she might break me. Eventually, I feel her go limp beneath me.

  I stay in her a little longer, relishing the sensation of that fucking tight pussy.

  When I pull out of her, I give her a gentle kiss on the nose and stand to discard my condom.

  After I return, she’s still leaning against the table. There’s a dreamy expression on her face.

  “Another glass of cool bubbles?” I offer, and she nods.

  “Actually, I don’t think I finished my last glass.” She goes over to the couch to take a look. I feast my eyes on her ass for a moment before I join her.

  Naked, we lie on the soft leather and stare out the window at the deep, dark blue ocean. Later, I think we’ll go for a walk along the beach. And if it’s deserted enough, you never know what we might end up doing there.

  Rose

  I look at myself in the mirror and breathe a sigh of relief when the same familiar face looks back at me.

  I mean, like, all of this luxury and expensive shit is so unusual I’m half-afraid I might have turned into someone totally different.

  From ordinary girl to what—fake exquisite beauty? I smirk at the thought.

  Is that possible? If you get used to all this expensive stuff can your looks change, too?

  Of course they can, my inner voice pipes up.

  When was the last time you picked up one of those glossy women magazines, the ones that tell you about the type of plastic surgery the rich and famous are having, the number of Botox injections, and not to mention the latest diet they subject themselves to?

  And then there are contact lenses that change eye colors, beauty salons for manicures and pedicures, and parlors where they do all kinds of other painful things to your body.

  The thoughts have me shivering a little. No, thank you. I may not be a supermodel, but I’m not hard on the eyes.

  I’ll take myself as I am, thank you very much. And Daniel seems more than satisfied with what he sees.

  I sigh and pull my hair up into a ponytail.

  Of course it’s not a hip, cool, or deluxe hairdo, but it’s practical and super comfy for a day at the beach.

  And that is what I’ve been promised—a day at the beach.

  Briefly, I’m tempted to put on the war paint, but then I dismiss the idea. If this is about finding out how compatible we are, he may as well get to look at me in my natural state.

  I mean, he’s seen me naked, mascara smeared across my face from choking on his cock. Surely no makeup will be okay, too.

  My cheeks blush just a little as I recall some of the crazy hot sex we’ve been having. Just thinking about it makes me tingle all over and long for his touch again.

  Daniel is an expert at dishing out pleasure. He seems to know my body better than even I do. The way his fingers caress my flesh, not to mention the fact he’s found and unlocked my sweet spot.

  I didn’t even know I had a sweet spot.

  Sure, I’ve heard other women brag about the sex and how a-m-a-z-i-n-g it is, but since it never happened to me like that, I used to think they just made it up. I mean, no man can be that good.

  And then I met Daniel.

  What’s more than that, I enjoy giving him pleasure. I positively fucking love to watch his massive cock bounce up and down as I breathe on it or feel it swell in my hand to something so massive it couldn’t possibly fit into me—and yet, it does.

  “You ready, gorgeous, or have you grown roots in there?” Daniel calls to me, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Coming,” I call back as I grab the perfume bottle. No harm in using a little special scent to bewitch the man.

  I chuckle. So far, I haven’t needed to bewitch the man. He’s responding all on his own.

  I mean, if our sexual compatibility was the only thing to worry about, I’d say we’re highly compatible.

  But there’s more to this than just having a fantastic fuck.

  When I find him in his shorts, my gaze travels from his chest to his cock on instinct.

  His whistle makes me look him in the eyes, and a warm glow envelopes me. It feels good to be appreciated, even if it is from a man who only wants a purely transactional business relationship with me.

  Well, it’s not all business, anyway. Stop thinking so much, Rose, and just get on with the day.

  I take his outstretched hand. “So,” I begin, trying to sound nonchalant, “what’s on the agenda today?”

  “The beach.”

  I nod and push any silly thoughts about my looks, the future, and any other shit out of my head. This is supposed to be about getting to know each other before entering our bargain, and that’s what I should focus on—getting to know Daniel.

  When we get to the beach, I can’t believe my eyes. Two deck chairs have been set up for us, and in between is a table with a silver bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne next to two long-stemmed glasses.

  Floating in the water just ahead of us is a jet ski. I’ve only ever seen those things zoom by and never up close like this.

  “Can we ride this thing? I ask, feeling like a little girl about to walk into a toy store to pick her favorite toy.

  Daniel nods. “If you want to.”

  Do I want to? Of course I want to!

  I’m no adrenaline junkie, but I do like the idea of traveling across the turquoise-colored water at breakneck speed, the wind in my hair, and the saltwater invading my lungs and nostrils.

  I was right not to put on makeup today.

  I sit behind Daniel, even though he offered me the steering wheel. I enjoy resting my head on his broad shoulders and wrapping my arms around his abdomen.

  This is crazy awesome. So this is what you get to do if you have money.

  Usually, I have to debate whether I can afford to treat myself to a trip to the hairdresser or wait for a few days more to save money.

  I would never be able to buy a jet ski, let alone be able to store it somewhere.

  After we’ve ridden up and down the sea, Daniel takes me back to shore. Spontaneously, I jump off and swim the last few meters. I love the feel of the cool water on my skin. I dive under to get my hair wet, too.

  When I walk out, my skin is prickling from the salt and cool air. I feel alive.

  Daniel comes up beside me and holds my hand. I glance at him and briefly toy with running my hand down his back, but I stop myself. It’s a bit exposed here.

  Even though we’ve already indulged in some pretty public stuff already, I tell myself wryly.

  “Champagne, my love?”

  I nod and take the glass. I sip and drink, soaking up what’s on offer. Daniel, primarily.

  When it’s time for lunch, we walk back to the resort. Along the way, Daniel goes to great lengths to introduce to me some of his staff.

  “Hey, George.” He waves to someone working the grounds. A great big straw hat covers the man’s face. When he looks up, he smiles and waves.

  Daniel takes me by the hand and leads me over.

  “George, meet Rose.”

  The older man takes his hat off and wipes the sweat from his face with the back of his hands.

  “Nice to meet you, madam.”

  I blush and stammer a thank you. No one has ever called me madam before I came to Daniel’s resort.

  The man smiles and turns to Daniel. “Nice day for the beach.”

  They exchange a few more pleasantries before we walk on. A large lady pu
shing a heavy-looking trolley comes down the pathway.

  “Ah, Linda!” Daniel calls out. “Come meet Rose.”

  Again, I shake hands with one of his staff. I am even more embarrassed when Linda does a little curtsy.

  When she’s gone, I turn to Daniel.

  “You don’t have to introduce to me everyone, you know.” I feel a little out of my depth.

  Daniel’s eyes have that special glint I already like about them.

  “Of course I do. I’m sure you’ll be back, either as the mother of my child, or as a friend, at the very least.”

  He pauses and tucks a loose strand of wet hair behind my ear. “Let’s hope it’s the former.”

  His staff has already prepared the most delicious lunch imaginable.

  Daniel pulls out my chair at a small table on the restaurant’s veranda overlooking the beach.

  I could get used to a view like this, no doubt.

  A tall, thin waiter comes to take our order.

  “Could I have a lemon, lime and bitters, please?”

  “Of course, madam,” he says with a slight bow. “And would you like a fresh lemon with that?”

  I nod, feeling a lump form in the back of my throat. This entire experience is surreal, and I never want it to end.

  After lunch, I lean back in my chair and find Daniel staring at me. His lips are curled up into a smile.

  “I’m exhausted,” I confess.

  He nods. “I know. Let’s go and get a massage.”

  I stare at him. Where does he get the energy? “I don’t think I’m up for walking anywhere.”

  “You don’t have to. I’ll get someone to come to our room.”

  And sure enough, less than ten minutes later, I’m sitting on the deck chair on the balcony of our room, someone massaging my feet.

  On the little table to my right is a steaming mug of coffee and a small plate of a selection of delicious chocolates.

  I sigh.

  “Something wrong?” Daniel says, looking concerned.

  I shake my head. “No, not at all,” I reassure him quickly, wondering how to put what’s on my mind into words.

  “It’s just...” I start, then hesitate before deciding to bite the bullet. If this is about getting to know each other, I have to learn to speak freely to him.