A Smart Choice: Arranged Marriage Romance

by Rocklyn Ryder

  "She said she finally did it," I laugh, "told me she found me a woman I didn't deserve that wouldn't put up with my shit and that if I didn't marry her I was fired."

  It's true too.

  Stephany laughs, "What kind of shit am I not going to put up with?"

  This woman is gorgeous. Standing so close to me with the wind blowing through her dark hair, I lift my hand and tuck a wayward curl behind her ear.

  I can see her nipples hard under the thin bra she's wearing and it could be from the cool breeze off the ocean, but the way her lips tremble and fall apart slightly when I touch her makes me think the wind doesn't bother her.

  I reach out and grab her, bringing her closer to me till she's pressed up against my chest.

  I'll tell her what kind of shit she won't put up with later, right now I need to show her what she will put up with.

  Chapter 13

  Stephany

  I can't pretend I don't remember the way my nerves lit up like the 4th of July when he had his hands on me last night, and that was when I didn't think there was any chance for us at all.

  Now that I've had a chance to see a new side of Devon, a glimpse into the man that one of the top professional matchmakers in the world thinks should be my husband. I feel like I'm starting to understand why she wanted me to give him a chance.

  Devon's lips crash down on mine. The kiss is sudden and wild and if I pretended that it wasn't exactly what I craved after being cooped up with him in the little rented sports car for over an hour, I'd be a liar.

  I'm so ready for his touch that I let my body mold against his as he pulls me against his chest.

  Last night wasn't a fluke, there's definitely chemistry here. Like the insane, off the charts kind of chemistry that makes people completely oblivious to everything around them while they're lost in each other.

  That's how I'm feeling right now. I can hear the waves rolling in and crashing on the shore but other than that, the only sensation my body can register is Devon.

  One of his large, heavy hands cups the back of my neck, holding me so I can't pull away but there's no chance of that right now. I'm just as eager for his mouth on mine as he is. His other hand is pressed into the small of my back.

  He's got me pinned up against his body so tightly that my toes are barely touching the ground. I can feel that huge bulge pressed into my groin and right now I'd give about anything to have it somewhere else.

  Devon's so much bigger than I am. I remember the file on him said 6 foot 2, it didn't list a weight and I couldn't say for sure what it might be. He's solid muscle. Like he goes to the gym and works out on a regular basis, but his bulk isn't that pumped up look that comes from just working out.

  As I ran my hands over every inch of him that I can reach in this position, I feel the kind of body that comes from actually doing physical labor.

  I remember his family, their tailored suits and designer dresses and that haughty attitude that people with money have when they think they're better than others. They didn't strike me as the type who've ever worked with their hands in their lives.

  Last night Devon didn't strike me as any different from them, but now I've had a chance to realize there's substance to him that he keeps hidden below the surface. As my hands make their way down the lean sinew of his back I'm excited to discover so much more about him.

  Substance later though, right now all I want is to get my hands under his shirt. When I do, his skin is hot and velvet smooth over the hardness of his toned muscles.

  He finally relaxes his arm enough that my feet drop back to the sand but he only lets me go enough that he can put his hands under my tunic top. His fingers run over my nipples and I groan, my back bowing so that my breasts are pressed into his hands.

  The sound of footsteps on the wooden staircase above us drags me reluctantly back to reality and it's pretty obvious from the gruff string of curse words that Devon mumbles as he pulls his mouth off my neck that I'm not the only one who isn't up for company.

  "Come on," Devon wraps his arm around my waist and propels me down the beach toward a formation of huge rocks that jut up out of the sand.

  We stop several times along the way, Devon pulling me against him again and claiming my mouth passionately while his hands roam over my body. By the time we're tucked into a private cove where no one's likely to find us he has me so worked up I wouldn't care if we'd stayed in the parking lot.

  I'm still walking forward when I feel his hands grip me around the waist and yank me back against him. I can feel his rock hard cock pushing against my ass as his hands work on the stretchy spandex leggings I'm wearing.

  One hand is reaching down the front, running over my stomach and finding its way over my bare mound and into my wet folds.

  I gasp at the feel of the rough pads of his fingers as he moves them between my lower lips while his other hand peels the fabric off my legs.

  Devon lets out a low groan that rumbles through his chest and vibrates my body, "naught girl," he whispers hoarsely in my ear, "you're not wearing any panties."

  Shit. Is that weird? I don't wear them with leggings because even my skimpiest thongs always seem to show through the skin tight spandex. For a second I feel self conscious, but then it becomes all too clear that Devon is insanely turned on by the fact. Or maybe it's the lasered bikini area.

  "Girl," his voice is so deep I feel it more than hear it as he speaks between the hot kisses that he's trailing over my skin, "you're so fucking hot, I could come in my jeans right now just from feeling how wet you are for me."

  I have to reach out and prop myself up against the rock wall of the cliff beside us to keep from falling in the sand. His fingers slide into me and I can't help but lean forward to open myself up to him as his mouth moves down my back.

  Devon's on his knees behind me, his hands gripping my ass and pulling my cheeks wide. His thumb is poised against my hole but as I start to shy away from what he's doing his other hand lands on my cheek with a sharp sound that rises above the crashing waves.

  "Bend over," he growls without waiting for me to comply. His hands are so strong and they have no problem pushing me forward while keeping my legs firmly in place in front of him.

  I brace myself against the rocks and let him push my feet farther apart till I'm bent over and open wide, my legging in a pile on the ground beside me with my top pushed up out of the way. I'm completely exposed out here and at this minute I don't give a fuck.

  I feel Devon's firm touch as his hand runs up the length of my leg, slowing as he takes time along the inside of my thigh to watch my body tremble in anticipation. Then his whole hand is between my legs, two fingers easily delving inside my pussy while another rocks against my clit as he fucks me with his hand.

  Then I feel his mouth.

  Oh. My. God. His tongue drags down the crack of my ass and draws tight circles around my asshole before he buries his face between my thighs and alternates eating me out from behind with pushing his fingers deep inside me.

  It only takes a little bit of that to send me rocketing over the edge. The wind and the ocean take my screams and carry them far away while Devon wrings a series of violent spasms from my body.

  Chapter 14

  Devon

  "I need to get inside you," I growl in her ear as I feel her pussy still clenching around my fingers. I need her on my cock and I don't care that we're on a public beach where anyone might walk up on us.

  Stephany turns to face me, those fucking hazel eyes still looking wild from the climax that was rocking her body a few seconds ago. I'm not done with her yet and I can tell she wants more. I plan on giving her as much as she can take, I don't care where we are.

  Even though her eyes are heavily lidded with lust as she reaches for the zipper on my jeans and starts pulling my cock free, she laughs.

  "Have you ever actually had sex on the beach?" she asks as I step out of my pants. She's down on her knees in the sand, her little hands are all over my cock and even
though I'd love to watch this woman worship my cock with her hands and her mouth, I don't have the patience.

  After feeling her hot, wet pussy clamped down on my fingers when she came on my hand a few minutes ago, I'm dying to feel her come on my cock next. I need to feel that tight heat milking me and see her cream coating my cock all the way down to my balls.

  "Of course not," I give her my smart ass answer as I look down at her, "it's way too girly of a drink for me to order with a straight face."

  Stephany laughs. It's a pure, delicious sound and I like it. She's licking the length of my shaft, all the way from the seam of my sack to the the tip of my head where her hot little tongue laps at the drop of precum that's leaked out already.

  I groan as I pull her dark hair away from her face so I can get a good look at her with my cock in her mouth.

  I can't let her keep doing this. I'll blow my load down her throat and as much as that sounds like a fucking good idea, I want to be inside her when I come. I want to make her spasm all over my cock while I pump my seed into her womb.

  The thought pulls another groan out of me. I don't even have a condom with me. I wasn't supposed to end up in some sandy cove fucking this gorgeous woman senseless today, I was supposed to having a serious sit down with my fucking match maker-- coming clean about the real reason I'm looking for a wife.

  Making sure I had a couple of rubbers in my wallet wasn't high on my list of priorities.

  I don't fucking care though. I need to be inside Stephany right now, and I realize I want to feel her raw on my dick.

  The realization slams into me hard. I've never given a shit about going bareback with any other woman. In fact, I've always preferred to use a condom even if they tell me they're on the pill. Even with girlfriends that I knew were clean.

  The idea of knocking Stephany up makes my dick harder, if that's even possible. I feel my sack pulled up, my balls tight against my body. The idea of making babies with this woman is the hottest fucking thing that's ever gone through my mind.

  My head drops back as her mouth descends on my prick and I feel the fucker jump when it hits the back of her throat.

  I yank her up by her arms in a swift motion that leaves her breathless and panting when she's standing in front of me wearing just that long t-shirt she's got on. Her stretchy yoga pant things are in a sandy pile next to my jeans and for all I care they can stay there.

  I push Stephany up against the rocks, forcing her knees apart and spreading her thighs wide while I make room for myself between them.

  Stephany's eyes are dark, her lips are swollen from working my cock and I like the deep red color there. She's got my shirt unbuttoned and her eyes go wide as she pushes it off my shoulders.

  "Oh fuck," her voice rasps out as she gets a look at my skin. I don't know if it's the ink or the piercing and I don't care.

  "I wasn't expecting that," she whispers as her fingers slide over my chest and across the stud that runs through one nipple. Shit that's sensitive, I can feel my skin tighten under her touch and I clench my jaw to maintain my control while she keeps moving her hand, tracing the tats that I got back in college when I wanted to piss off my dad.

  "I need this," I grind out through my tight jaw as I cup her pussy with one possessive hand.

  Like my words pull a string connected to something inside her, she gasps and looks up at me as my fingers slide through her wetness and flicker over her clit pulling another moan out of those red lips.

  "Let's go," she tries to push herself off the side of the cliff where I have her pinned, "I want this too, but not here."

  "I don't care who sees," and I fucking don't. Anyone who finds us here can watch or move the the fuck on, I'm not leaving till Stephany's cum is coating my cock.

  "No," she says as she relents under my weight pushing her back and pinning her against the rocks with my hand between her legs and my stiff dick pressed into her belly, "It's not that. We don't have a blanket, and the sand...."

  Her eyes roll up into the back of her head and her mouth drops open as my fingers find her sweet spot and linger, teasing her, bringing her close but not over the edge. Her teeth catch her lower lip and clamp down on it and I fucking love the way the pressure brings more color to her plump little mouth.

  "I'm willing to risk it if I get to watch you ride my cock," I whisper thickly in her ear and I think my words might be enough to make her come again because her entire body shudders when my breath hits her ear.

  For a second, I'm overcome with the need to get into her, I want to hoist her up onto my hips and pin her against the rock cliff with my cock, but I want to watch her take control even more.

  I lower myself to the sand, pulling her with me and loving the way she lets me position her body over mine without resistance. I'm sitting on my ass with my knees bent and Stephany cradled in my lap.

  I love that she knows what the fuck she wants, that's she's not afraid to get on top and take control of her own pleasure, it feels fucking amazing to be with a woman that has that kind of confidence with her body. I don't want to fucking think about why she knows fucking in the sand is a bad idea.

  The thought that she's ever been with another man makes me a little crazy. Makes me feel territorial, like I need a way to mark her, make it clear that she's off the market now. I'll be damned if she's ever going to want another man after me.

  Stephany puts her hands on my shoulders while I hold her waist and aim her body so that it lines up just right. She's so fucking wet and I know she's wet for me and that makes it hard to keep myself from pulling her down hard and impaling her on my cock. But I can tell from the way her lips part with a sharp gasp and the way her eyes go wide as my cockhead begins to spear her tight hole that she's not used to something this big being inside her.

  "That's right, baby," I groan as I watch her breathing get rough, "I'm going to ruin you, you hear me?"

  It's about all I can do to go slow, inching into her body slowly while I stretch her out. Knowing she's never been this full before turns me on like I've never been in my life.

  Stephany nods as she takes me deeper.

  "Look at me, Babydoll," I demand and her eyes flutter open and land on mine. Those fucking gorgeous eyes, she's looking right at me and I don't think she's focused on shit. She's so far gone already and I hold her hips firmly and slam her down on me, forcing the last few inches of my pole inside her in one quick movement. I love the way all the air leaves her lungs in a high pitched yelp. Her short nails dig into my shoulders and I know that probably hurt her but I can easily see that she loves it.

  I let her stay there for a minute, adjusting to the way I feel inside her. I yank that damn shirt off of her and free those tits from the bra underneath and now I've got her naked on top of me. Her pert little nipples are puckered up tight and when I reach up to run my thumbs across them and they harden even further under my touch, and even though it's chilly out here I know it's mostly me.

  Palming her full breasts, I hold them and love the way they fucking fill my hands, their heaviness swaying with her movements as she starts to ride my cock.

  Chapter 15

  Stephany

  I don't even care about the sand anymore, all I can focus on is the way Devon feels inside me. The sweet sting of my flesh being stretched out around his girth and the way I can feel him all the way up inside me, hitting that little spot that's way up deep just right.

  It takes a little while for me to adjust. As good as Devon feels, he's huge and even with my pussy leaking my desire around his cock, I still have to let my body get used to being this full before I can move. It doesn't take long though, till I have to move. I can't control myself, I have to raise up on my knees and and feel his length sliding out of me and then lower myself onto him again so that he pushes deep within me.

  I knew he was built, his chiseled chest and washboard abs didn't surprise me when I pushed back his shirt, but I sure as hell didn't expect him to be all tatted up let alone have that metal pos
t through one nipple.

  Another thing I wasn't expecting was the way that sight sent a bolt of electricity zinging straight to my pussy. I've always been with guys who were kinda plain. Nothing remarkable to report on. Seeing Devon's chest marked up with ink and metal makes me feel like being naughty, and now I'm riding him on a public beach without a stitch of clothing left on my body.

  It feels amazing. His big cock sliding into my body. My pussy has never felt so needy before. I already came hard once when he was finger fucking me against the rocks, his mouth on me from behind making me forget everything about yesterday.

  Now I can't get enough, I push myself down to the very base of his shaft and grind against him, I can feel my walls tightened up around him but I need him even farther inside me. Which would be pretty damn hard to do because I'm pretty sure the sensation I feel is the head of his dick hitting my cervix already.

  He keeps saying filthy things to me. His eyes won't leave mine and as much as I want to close my eyes, he keeps bringing my focus back on him. It's making my skin so tight I think I might burst.

  I'm letting him fuck me raw too. On some level I know this is a bad idea, I haven't been on birth control in over a year. I wasn't seeing anyone, there was no point. Devon could get me pregnant. I tell myself I won't let him come inside me. I'm on top, I'm the one in control, I'll pull off of him and let him spray cum all over me.

  The idea of him watching me spread his cum over my breasts turns me on. I can imagine the way he'll look at me as I rub his seed into my skin and I look forward to it.

  But then I hear his voice hoarsely commanding me to keep my eyes on him and when I look at him I stop thinking. His fingers are digging into the flesh of my hips and even though I'm still on top, I'm not the one in control.

  His hands are big and strong and they determine how my body moves as he uses me to fuck his own cock. It's such a turn on I lose it.