Naomi cocked her head to the side, playing with those brown cursl absentmindedly.
“Well,” she said. “If you have feelings like that…”
“Maybe we shouldn’t go to Vegas,” I finished. “Maybe we shouldn’t do a quickie wedding on impulse. What if we actually like each other, and regret this?”
“I don’t want to go through with it then,” she said quickly. “Let’s not do it.”
“Okay,” I quickly agreed, pulling over to the side of the road. “The city’s not too far back from us. We haven’t even left New York yet. So, what do you want to do?”
“Let’s go back to the city,” she said. “We’ll go to your parents’ house.”
“Are we getting married, or are we getting poor?” I asked her, stars dancing in my eyes.
Naomi didn’t answer at first, just biting her lip. But I knew that no matter what happened … so long as I had my girl, I’d be happy.
***
It was early evening. Naomi and I were parked outside my family’s house, with both sets of parents were waiting inside for us to arrive.
“Ready?” I asked, shooting her a sideways glance. She looked just as nervous as me.
“No.”
But there was no sense in putting it off, so I got out and walked over to her side of the car, gallantly holding the door open. As we strode up the walkway, one of my hands grasped one of hers.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking down with surprised eyes.
“I’m not going to propose to you in front of them,” I answered firmly. “They don’t get to be a part of this.”
“Why not?” she asked ruefully. “The Myers and Ryans have been a part of everything else.”
“Because I want to say some things to you before I give you this ring, and they don’t get to hear it.”
Slowly, I pulled out the small jewelry box that contained the ring we’d picked out together earlier that afternoon. It was quite expensive and very beautiful, glistening and sparkling in the light.
“Naomi,” I said, voice rough, my heart in my throat. “All of this is… madness. It makes absolutely no sense, and it makes me hate my family, honestly. But I’ve been finding out very quickly that even if I’m afraid, things don’t seem that bad when you’re here with me. You’re smart, clever, fun, impossibly sexy.”
The brunette rolled her eyes, but beamed with a happy smile.
“I have no idea what’s in store for us in the future,” I continued. “I don’t know if you’re going to find out something about me that you hate and want to back out. I don’t know where we’ll be working, or how we’ll support our kids if our parents decide to cut us off. But I’m not scared. I’m honestly not afraid if I know you’ll go on this journey with me.”
Slowly, I knelt on one knee and opened the jewelry box, presenting the sparkling diamond.
“Naomi, will you marry me?”
It was shocking, but there were tears in her eyes. What was even more shocking was that I could feel tears of my own brimming.
“Yes,” she answered simply. “Yes, I do.”
I slid the ring on her finger, bending my head to kiss her hand. And then I stood, locking the girl into my embrace while claiming that plush mouth.
And it was true. I wasn’t afraid anymore.
***
“We knew this was going to happen!” Naomi’s father shouted. “I’ve been saying it for damn near twenty years! And now, it’s here!”
Because once we announced the engagement to our parents, they immediately threw together a party. Autumn and Weston both came over, and there was champagne all around. Honestly, our parents were more drunk than we were.
“We’re so happy for you kids!” my dad added. “I knew this would happen.”
“Congratulations, Joshua,” my mom said, hiccupping on her third glass. “Now we have a wedding to plan!”
“You haven’t planned that already?” Autumn asked wryly with skeptical eyes. “Wedding planning didn’t start at Naomi’s birth?”
And the guests dissolved into laughter. As the party went on, happiness filled the halls, and I found that I didn’t care about any of it. All I cared about was my new fiancée, and all I wanted was to make sure that she never cried again.
And incredibly, the longer we held each other’s hands listening to our families babble on, the more it began to feel oddly natural. Every time I smiled at Naomi, my heart would skip a beat. Each time I looked in her eyes, I saw a real, genuine woman. Whenever her hand left mine, all I wanted to do was grab it again.
I suspected that being happy with Naomi might not be such a difficult task. My smile had already become sincere, and my heart was where it should be … in the hands of my future bride.
Chapter 14
Naomi Thinks About Love
We left Joshua’s parent’s house after the party. I was a little tipsy, but my fiancé hadn’t had very much, so I trusted his judgment.
He drove us to his condo in the city, a place I’d never been to or even seen. He offered to give me a grand tour, but I knew what I really wanted.
Within seconds, we were locked in an embrace our mouths hungry as our fingers fumbled.
“Yes, Josh,” I mewled desperately, working at his belt. “I’ve needed you all day.”
And once we were in his bedroom, I put him back in my mouth, sucking on his massive cock.
“Aw fuck, baby,” he grunted, eyes alive. “Aw shit, I want to do this for you too.”
Slowly, the man maneuvered us so that I was lying on the bed, and then he flipped himself around so that he could put me in his mouth as well in a dirty sixty nine, gliding his skilled mouth and tongue inside my pussy and along my sensitive clit.
“Unnnh!” was my muffled cry. “Unnh, oh god!”
And in very little time, my fiancé exploded in my mouth, feeding me his sweet nectar in copious spurts. This sensation gave me my own orgasm, pussy creaming wildly which he happily lapped up with his tongue.
But we weren’t done yet. Slowly, Josh pulled himself from my mouth before going over to sit in a chair across from the bed, idly fondling his dick. Saliva filled my mouth, desperate for another taste. But Josh wasn’t having it.
“Touch yourself and come for me,” he ordered.
What? But I did as he asked, obeying the alpha. And while I fingered myself, he stroked his dick, eyes glued to my curves the entire time. I began to really perform for him, stroking myself to a rhythm in my head that I thought he would enjoy. Just as I began to moan, releasing my juices on my fingers, I saw that his meaty cock had returned to its full, wonderful size.
“I’m gonna wear you out, baby girl,” he said as he got to his feet.
And my man was true to his word. It was exhausting, nearly paralyzing, but incredibly satisfying.
First, he took me from behind, giving me plenty of spankings and turning my ass red from his might. And once my pussy began to tighten with need, he picked me up, put me on the bed, and pushed in deep, making me scream with ecstasy.
Then, he flipped us over, with me now on top of him cowgirl style. I rode him as hard as I could, big boobies bobbling as the man’s neck arched with ecstasy. Yes. I wanted to please him, but the sensations grew too much, and I exploded, his dick still tight in my twat.
Once the orgasm was over, he twisted my body around so that I faced away from him, on my hands and knees, massive Double Ds pressed against the coverlet.
“Here,” he grunted, giving it to me good. “Take this deep, you little fuck slut.”
And with that, I pressed my face to the mattress, unable to do anything but get fucked deliciously.
Throughout the night, we traveled all over his bedroom. I was up against the wall; he was up against the wall. We moved across his dresser. We had each other on the floor. By the end of the night, we’d covered his entire room.
And finally, when it was over, we stared at one another while lying limp on the floor.
“As far as a
rranged marriages go,” Josh rasped. “I think I got lucky.”
A giggle escaped my throat.
“Yeah, I’m glad our parents forced us together,” was my admission. “I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of winning. We’re the ones who get to be satisfied now.”
“Can you imagine if we hadn’t been paired up?” he asked, staring down at the snake now lying limply against his thigh. “We would never have known we worked so well together in bed.”
“Maybe we should get married really quickly, make our parents give us a lot of money for a big house, and then we can run off again.”
“I think they’d find us eventually,” he said drolly.
“Don’t ruin the fun,” was my teasing reply.
“Maybe it’ll work out… maybe we’ll be good together,” he said.
“I hope so,” I said truthfully.
He tapped my nose and kissed my forehead.
“I love you,” I murmured under my breath. But the big man heard.
“I love you too, Naomi,” he replied seriously. And suddenly, I knew that this was for real. There’s fake news, fake purses, fake marriages, and fake people. But what Josh and I had was the real thing, and my heart flipped over in my throat … with love and anticipation.
Epilogue
Joshua – One Year Later
“I love you,” I said to Naomi with no sarcasm whatsoever.
“I love you too, Joshua,” she replied with happy tears in her eyes.
We were in the Mustang, dressed in our wedding attire. We’d just left our wedding and it’d been a huge shindig, what with four hundred guests and gallons of champagne. Thank god we didn’t get married in Vegas because the bash had been worth it.
But the party didn’t matter. Not really because it was mainly for our parents. The real connection had happened way back when in the Hamptons, and now our wedding bands were proof of our love.
And finally, we were ensconced in the honeymoon suite at the hotel. Our flight to New Zealand was early tomorrow morning, but there was still plenty of time to play. I’d brought some fun things with me, anxiously hoping that my new wife would be game for all of it.
Just before I revealed the toys to her, I growled, “You said we could get really kinky tonight.”
“I did say that,” she concurred with a sweet smile.
My heart leapt. I took out a pair of leather cuffs, strapping her wrists to the headboard of the gigantic bed. I also brought out a leather-riding crop, a nice whip that she’d approved many weeks ago.
“I know your limits, baby,” was my rough promise.
“I trust you, sweetheart,” she said softly, laying down on the bed. “I’m yours, Joshua.”
And with that it was on. I never went too hard, but one or two resounding smacks with the crop on the big butt were called for.
“Oh!” she shrieked, nips stiff as her pussy leaked. “Oh god!”
And yeah, it was good. I wanted to mark my beautiful bride. I liked leaving my signature on Naomi in the form of red stripes on that mountainous white bottom.
But I’m a man of many talents and while I whipped her, I took care of Naomi with my free hand, slowly easing my fingers into her cunt. In no time at all, I could feel her tightening around my fingers, keeping me enclosed in that wet pussy.
“Josh!” she cried out, pussy beginning to spasm. “Now, Josh, now!”
And that was my signal. Getting on top of the curvy female, I gave her my cock, feeding it in deep while holding her head immobile between my hands. Her legs occasionally flailed, but the woman panted, delirious with ecstasy. She was a good wife, submitting to her man.
Finally, neither she nor I could take it anymore. I pumped furiously before roaring like a conqueror, my dick spurting reams of gloopy white into the girl’s beautiful puss. And that cunt sucked it up, clamping hard on my pole and spasming, pulling the virile semen deep.
We collapsed into a tired heap, our limbs sticky, totally sated.
“Naomi.”
“Joshua, my husband.”
“It might not be too late to change your mind.”
She smacked me lightly on the arm. “You’re really going to make jokes now?”
“Hey, you knew I was like this when you married me.”
I held her in my arms, keeping the female close to me. Our hearts beat together, completely in sync.
“I only wish we could’ve found each other sooner,” I growled against her neck.
“What do you mean?” she asked, pulling away for a moment. “We’ve known each other since we were little kids.”
“Well, yeah. We were in each other’s lives, but I didn’t know you. I was missing out and it kills me that I missed out on someone incredible for years.”
“Don’t look at the past, baby,” she said sweetly, stroking my arm. “We have the future to look forward to.”
I caught her mouth with mine, possessive yet gentle at once.
“I’m so glad that you’re my wife, sweetheart.”
A sparkle shone in those beautiful caramel eyes.
“I’m so happy to be Naomi Myers and not Naomi Ryan anymore,” she replied softly.
And I pulled the beautiful brunette to me again, holding her close. Because we were family now … and family is family, together forever.
THE END
Extreme Close-Up
~A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance~
© 2018
By Sarah May
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
As teenagers, Lila Grant and Trace Perry were on opposite sides of their Miami high school: she studied, read books and didn’t date; he played football, relaxed and hooked up with plenty of girls. They never formally met, and knew little about each other.
Nearly a decade later, Lila has become a plus-size model, and Trace has moved from football to photography. In an odd twist of fate, Trace is assigned to photograph Lila for a magazine, and a flame begins to burn.
Innocent flirting quickly turns into passion as the two simply can’t keep their hands or eyes off of each other. There’s tension, drama, and decisions that must be made in Extreme Close-Up. Will the curvy girl finally get her alpha male? Or is high school bound to repeat itself?
Chapter 1
Lila
It was Friday night, and I was getting home from the bar. But there was someone with me.
The guy stumbling behind my curvy form wasn’t the first one to buy me drinks, but he was the first one to pay me a real, actual compliment that was sincere. We sang karaoke and drank shots of tequila together, and before you could snap your fingers, we were fondling each other constantly and stealing quick kisses throughout the night.
He’d told me he was visiting Miami from Orlando, so we talked about whether to go to a hotel or to go back to my place. I was sometimes reluctant to bring guys home, but I’d gotten better at picking the trustworthy guys out in the sea of creeps.
Because as a plus-size model, it’s easy to get hit on. Guys seem attracted to my bodacious curves, and their eyes eat me up every which way. But it’s fine because I’m a confident girl. I’m open about everything in my life: what I do socially; what my family life is like; I’m even open about my sex life. It doesn’t matter what people think of me or my choices. Ultimately, it’s how you feel about yourself that counts.
So when my new flame and I got back to my place, I asked him in a hushed whisper to be quiet and keep it down. I had a roommate. Annie Spencer was my best friend and we’d been inseparable ever since meeting in college. We always had each other’s backs. Even though she was a heavy sleeper, I didn’t want to be responsible for waking her up. I also really didn’t want her to wake up, and know exactly what I was doing. Fortunately, upon further inspection, I discovered that Annie wasn’t home, so I wouldn’t have to keep it down.
Because what I was going to do was have hot, crazy sex with this handsome stranger. I didn’t even know his name, but it didn’t matter. Maybe it began with an “S.” But it’s all good because doing it this way was for the better. Some might say it was my favorite thing to do, in fact. Hearing something sweet and new from a new beautiful man was always enticing and thrilling to me. The sex was meaningless, but it wasn’t without satisfaction. I was free. I was independent and comfortable with my lifestyle. I’d gone through many transformations during my life, and this was just another one.
Once inside, Mr. S. and I went straight into my bedroom. I used to ask the guys that came home with me if they wanted something to drink, but none of them would say yes, so now it was just straight to business.
We began to kiss going up the stairs. He went slow at first, trying to see what he could get away with. But once I started to run my hand up his pants, this guy knew that everything was okay and it was safe to touch wherever he wanted.
Once we sat on the bed, we sat making out for quite some time, feeling each other’s bodies from head to toe. Whenever I felt around the bulge in his jeans, I expected him to be hard for me, but oddly, the material was so stiff and thick that it was difficult to tell whether he was ready or not.
Finally, I got those jeans off and he began growing before my eyes. Good. I stroked his dick for a while to get him as hard as possible. He was groaning as I tightened one small fist around his shaft, squeezing delicately.
I laid back and guided him inside of me. Oooh yeah. Once this guy was inside of me, it was pure heaven.
Because this man knew how to make a woman feel good. He pounded into me with wonderful rhythm, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. He would continually switch it up, going from extremely fast to extremely slow. Whenever he slowed, I’d wriggle and squirm, begging for more.
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