Saving the Bride: An Accidental Marriage Romance

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by Kira Blakely


  I work off my dress shirt, using it to wipe off the cake Jade hasn’t licked from my face. I can get more expensive clothing where that came from. I loosen the belt from my dress pants next, dropping them to the floor.

  My briefs follow, and my erection bobs out proudly, a flagpole of the desire I’d been leashing through the ceremony and the opening of the reception. It’s a wonder I lasted through photos, a first dance, and what felt like was a gazillion well-wishing speeches from family and friends, before my resolve broke at the cake-cutting.

  Jade’s dress pools around her feet. She lifts it up and spreads it on the tufted ottoman foot stool. Once she’s done, I make a grab for her from behind.

  “Cas!” she squeals, her delightful giggle washing over me. She grinds her thong-clad ass against my shaft, her light blue bustier straining at the top with her generous breasts. The whole of her body teases me.

  Reaching behind, Jade’s hand grasps my cock and I groan, thrusting into her soft palm. “Fuck. You’re beautiful. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

  She pumps me, her hand massaging my veiny, thick shaft from base to weeping tip. Jade moans when I lower my head and nip at the juncture of her neck, my teeth sliding over her leaping pulse.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” she breathes.

  “And who the fuck do I belong to?” I latch onto her throat, suckling roughly, the need to mark her possessing me.

  “Me,” she says, gasping when I sink my teeth lightly into her, but not enough to break skin. Only to exaggerate the love bite I’m admiring. I kiss the reddened area over her skin. It glows beautifully with the indentation of my teeth and lips.

  Jade fists me faster, her movements growing jerkier; her arm must be tiring in this awkward position. Not wanting to come too soon, I force her hand from me, hating the contrast of her tender palm and tight grip leaving me so soon.

  Kneading my cum-heavy balls, I move to pinch the tip of my cock. I hold on fast, palming my crown, willing back the urge to paint her ass with my seed. All of it would be saved for when I’m buried balls-deep in my girl. My woman. My wife. And the mother of my unborn first child.

  I mean to return the favor.

  Looping an arm around Jade’s trim waist, I sweep my hand over her baby belly. She’s growing more taut in the middle, and I imagine the life we’ve created nestled inside of her womb. I slide down past her stomach to her mound, my fingers purposefully brushing over her hard clit.

  “Cas,” Jade hisses, her hands falling over my forearm, not holding me back from my questing trail though. I hook my chin on her shoulder, watching her watch my fingers slip down to the apex of her thick, pale thighs.

  I grit my teeth at my unexpected find. “Jade…” I trail, closing my eyes, no longer grinning like an idiot. To think I had the upper hand for a moment, while she was playing the long game all along. “Crotchless panties,” I clench. “Really?”

  She laughs softly. “I thought they were cute, and—bonus—easier access for you this way.”

  “You mean I could have held you on my lap and fucked you at the head table. Slipped right into this bare cunt of yours.” I flash open my eyes. The fantasy has me licking my lips, my fingers teasing over her wet pussy lips.

  I can’t take it anymore. Whatever final bit of restraint I had evaporates.

  Jade yelps.

  I’m hauling her through the air, dropping her onto our bed. I have her on her knees, spacing out her legs for me to slip my head between them. She stares down at me, her bustier still in place, her breasts heaving over the top at her quick intakes of air. Her puffy pussy lips stare me in the face, the pale pink folds glistening with her honey.

  I lick my lips again. “Give it to me, babe.”

  She moans my name. “Cas, I…”

  I hush her. “No getting shy on me now. Smash that pussy into my face like you did the cake. Get in here.” Keeping my eyes on her, I lift my head and touch my mouth to her cunt, my hands digging into her plush ass and forcing her down to meet my wriggling tongue.

  ***

  Jade

  I scream shortly, the pleasure striking me like a live current. My body jerks with the jolts of desire. It sparks through my blood, heating me from where Cas’s tongue works his magic on my cunt. My hips roll over his face, my thighs squeezing his head in, my body fired up and greedy for anything and everything he’s giving me.

  “Fuck,” I cuss. “A-aah, yeah. Like that. Mo-oore,” I moan.

  He groans around a mouthful of pussy. “Sweeter than that fucking cake. You got it beat, babe.” He digs his hands into my ass, prying the globes apart, kneading me in time to the rough, incessant swipes of his tongue and the nibbling of his lips.

  My arms tremble to support me, my nails digging into the comforter and mattress of the California king-size bed. The combo of his delicious dirty talk and his mouth are undoing me. I can’t support myself for much longer, let alone dam the orgasm shoring up in me and so quickly.

  “Cas!” I cry his name, my back arching, my hips seizing. I have to be suffocating him while I ride out the tall waves of my release. My toes curl with the pleasure, my legs rising up in the air, and my chest bearing down. It increases the suction pressure Cas has on my dripping, sopping cunt.

  I sag then, ready to drop.

  Cas keeps me up on my hands and knees. He slides out from under me, swatting me in the ass, his lips smacking together.

  “I’m tired,” I whine, glancing over my shoulder to meet his eyes.

  “Tough.” He grins, his hand fisting his dick. “Shouldn’t have teased me with this.” He strokes his fingers over my tingling pussy, my hard nub feeling the whole of his smacking palm. I squeal, my clit sparking.

  He slaps my cunt again, eliciting another yelp from me.

  “Music to my ears,” he says. Cas is behind me all too fast, drawing me to his hard body, holding me close with those big, jacked arms of his. The man was muscle upon muscle, and all of that strength focuses on me now.

  “I need you,” he growls the words. His bulbous, wet cockhead traces my ass crack and slides deeper, finally nudging my pussy open. He breaches me, inch by thick, curving inch, taking what I’ve willfully given him.

  Fully seated, Cas gives me a chance to accommodate the girth of him. It always takes me by surprise how small I am to him. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to Cas, or stretch to his incredible size.

  But, I’ve never doubted that I’m built for this man—my man. It’s like Cas said, luck has nothing to do with this. It’s all about faith, trust, and love. That trifecta brought us together. It remains the glue of our passion and romance.

  Cas hisses as much, his big body covering mine, his hot mouth nipping at my ear. “You’re still so tight.”

  “Kegels,” I tease. I clench around him and Cas grunts, my pussy walls massaging his dick.

  Some women might have found his nine inches daunting; it’s a good thing for him I put a ring on it. He’s my mine. I squeeze my pussy around his pulsing shaft at that truth.

  “Mine,” I tell him.

  “Yours,” he whispers hotly in my ear, rearing back and thrusting home. Cas pulls on my hips, his fingers clutching to leave a bruise. I’ll be marked all over by the end of this, I’m sure. I smile, knowing I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  “And you’re mine.”

  “All yours,” I pant, grinding against him, rolling my hips and searching for that elusive G-spot.

  Cas pounds into me, meeting my enthusiasm. When his fat glans bumps my G-spot, I go wild, signaling where I want him and right fucking now.

  “Ca-aaah-ssss,” I hiss his name, moaning and panting mindlessly now. My eyes flutter shut when he drills into me, my body slick with sweat, my heart thundering so loud I’m barely able to tell his heavy breathing apart from mine. “A-aaah, fuck, mmm-hmmm, yesss.”

  Cas whirls me onto my back. My whining protest is cut short as soon as I realize he doesn’t mean to leave me on the b
rink of my second orgasm. We adjust ourselves, Cas’s gaze locked on the point of his dick spearing into my pussy. He thrusts faster, drawing my legs up to his shoulders, his arms wrapping around my thighs, keeping me fast against him.

  “Jade,” he warns in a groan.

  Feeling the pressure building up in my lower belly, my nipples tightening under the bustier, and the wet, slapping connections of our bodies, I feel it too, another powerful climax to leave me speechless.

  Cas falls over me, his hands poised beside my head, his mouth falling over mine. He lifts up enough to lock eyes with me.

  “Come with me?” he asks.

  A few thrusts later, I do, shattering around him. I’m splintering on his cock, his name a long, low wail swelling through the room. Over me, Cas roars my name, his cum warming me, filling me to the brim. I swear if I didn’t have one of his babies growing in me, the man would have had me pregnant twice over.

  The orgasmic high crashes as quickly as it reaches its crescendo. I fall back onto the mattress, not realizing how my back arched into Cas. My husband rolls us to the side, settling me on top of his rising and falling chest. He trails his fingers over my back in no distinct patterns. He’s still rock-hard inside of me, the insatiable beast.

  Pulling free, he moves us again, this time under the covers. My eyes grow heavy, my body buzzing with the remnants of my orgasm. I can’t stop smiling, and I giggle when Cas kisses my neck. I face him, giving him what he silently requests: a kiss.

  Our lips mesh, shocking me again how well we fit together. Cas probes my mouth with his tongue, our kiss opening up, my body turning into his, hands clutching his wide, muscled shoulders for support. Cas teasingly nips at my bottom lip, freeing me to breathe. I want air for all of five seconds before I whine and try to catch his mouth again.

  Cas holds me from him with a grin. “Later.”

  “No, now,” I say, pouting.

  “Trust me. You’ll want the nap.” Cas touches our foreheads. “I don’t plan to let you out of this bed unless it’s for a quick bathroom break or for a snack.”

  I close my eyes, the omnipresent smile pulling at my cheeks. “Did I tell you how much I love you?”

  “Only as many times as I’ve told you the same.” Cas’s deep voice rumbles over me, his warm, minty breath tickling my mouth. His kiss is swift and chaste. “But just in case you’ve forgotten: I love you, Jade. You’re my world.”

  “I love you, too, Cas. You’re my everything.”

  His palm covers my belly under the cover. “I love both of you.”

  “Good, because we love you, too.” I smile, opening my eyes, swept in by the love mirroring from Cas’s darkly intense stare. At least that’s one thing that won’t change about my man.

  All I can think is, how did I ever get so lucky?

  Beauty and the Billionaire

  This isn’t your kid’s fairy tale, and I’m no ordinary beast.

  Years of killing in the military have hardened me, scarred me, making it impossible to give a shit about relationships.

  Then comes along Belle Fontaine. The innocent virgin daughter of the man whose company I want to buy. She’s twenty-four and drop dead fucking gorgeous.

  I always say love at first sight is for pansies, but she has me second guessing that.

  My cock stands to salute her the moment she walks into my office.Purchasing her father’s company is more of a mercy buy for me, but she tries to get more than it’s worth.

  Wrong move.

  Now, I will make it… hard… for her.

  The only way I will buy the company is if she agrees to come to my private island for one month.

  I’m sure she’s heard the rumors about my secret room. I can sense her fear and desire.

  Whips and chains aren’t the only secrets she’ll discover.

  This steamy fairy tale contains some light BDSM, and the beast will surely win over the beauty.

  Chapter One

  Drake

  I sauntered into the room expecting another bullshit merger discussion, but instead saw the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on. My cock instantly jerked to attention.

  Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t wanted for women in my life. But I’d never seen one as enticing as the brunette sitting beside Maurice Fontaine at the head of the table. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with both intelligence and intensity, her pert breasts filled out her blazer nicely, and her soft, cream-colored skin looked like it would feel like satin under my touch.

  I was the head of the most successful PR firm in Los Angeles. There was no one from Brad Pitt to Emma Stone who didn’t come to me when they needed to take control of a story. If your career was going down in flames, I was the guy to fix it with the right public relations massaging. With my public relations and multimedia talent came billions by the time I was thirty, especially after the company’s IPO. It was how I’d become known as the Sultan of Spin. And it was how I had every woman in L.A. and some far beyond it ready and waiting for me.

  I strode to my seat at the opposing end of the table and sat down. Shaking hands was customary, but that wasn’t the tone I wanted to set. This was a mercy killing. Fontaine Media Relations had once been the premiere public relations firm in Hollywood, but it’d been over two decades since they could make that claim. Maurice was once a legend in the business, someone who’d navigated the sharks swimming in La La Land long before I’d started high school, let alone enlisted. But that was then. The old man hadn’t kept up with the times and had bungled the social media age badly. Now they were bleeding out, and I could buy them out, dismantle what I needed, and move on.

  Easy, simple.

  Calling this a merger meeting was truly too kind.

  “Maurice,” I said, then nodded to my lawyer, who promptly delivered the papers to the older man. It was then that I realized a second woman sat beside the aging, balding former PR wizard. She had the same figure as the girl with the bright blue eyes and shared the same long, brown hair. The resemblance was uncanny. Were they sisters? I just wasn’t sure which of the two women was Belle and which was Carol. I’d read all the dossiers on Maurice’s firm. I always knew who I was doing business with, but the sisters were similar enough that in person, it was a toss-up as to who was who.

  Except those eyes. Only the girl on Maurice’s left had those blue eyes that hadn’t left mine since I’d walked in. My dick was straining against the fabric of my slacks, and I was glad for the wooden conference table between us. I needed some way to obscure everything. Something about her caught my attention, something I wanted to explore far more than over a conference table.

  What is it about you?

  Maurice threw the folder down in front of him. The girl on the right scooped it up and scanned it as well. She pursed her lips back at me, and a dull grimace spread over her face.

  “This offer isn’t enough,” she said

  I cracked my knuckles and eyed her. Oh, so was that the game? Was this daughter Daddy’s Little Ball Buster? Maurice would take the first volley but the girl with the green eyes would play bad cop? They must have made blue-eyes the good cop.

  “Your company is dead. Forty cents on the dollar is generous. No other firm in L.A. will touch you, and if one was crazy enough to try, they’d offer fifteen cents.” I leaned forward, going in for the kill. “You need me far more than I need you. If you sign this deal, you get to keep a few things, and Maurice, you and your daughters can stay on as executives at the combined entity after the merger. This is the best you’re going to get. Sign.”

  “My dad built this company with his blood, sweat, and tears for over thirty years,” Blue Eyes said in a voice so quiet that it could have been a whisper.

  “And you are?” I asked.

  “Belle,” she supplied.

  “I can see why,” I countered. “You’re certainly beautiful.”

  Her blue eyes shone like sapphires back at me. “Mr. McManus, let’s keep this professional.”

  Highly unlikely
.

  I steepled my hands in front of me. “I am being professional, Belle. This is the best offer your family will get. Your father… your family’s entire company needs this. You just sign, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

  “It’s an insult to everything he’s built, and you know it. He has name recognition still, and that’s why you’re buying us to begin with. To only offer forty percent of what it’s worth… we were thinking around eighty,” Belle replied.

  I snorted. “And perhaps you’d like ponies and a new Maserati and who knows what all else? Seriously, this is reality, Belle. You might be great at putting out press releases, but you have nothing to negotiate with. Even sitting down with your family at all was a courtesy. Your firm is dead in the water. So sign.”

  The other girl shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. Daddy’s pit bull, indeed. “I can think of other things to do with the deal. Certain places to shove it.”

  “Carol!” her dad shouted.

  I had to chuckle at that. Neither of Maurice’s daughters was over thirty, both so naïve, but one was all about fairness and the other was threatening to shove my deal up my ass. That inability to accept change and reality as it was certainly hadn’t served Maurice well, had it? Pity to see it in the younger generation. Then I watched Belle’s frown, those downcast eyes of hers.

  Something pinged in a heart that had felt long dead, something I couldn’t explain.

  “Well, I can see we’re at an impasse. However, I’m not completely heartless. There might be something I could do,” I said.

  Carol glared at me and arched an eyebrow, but she at least had the sense to stay silent.

  Maurice leaned forward. “What would that be?”

  I could see the beads of sweat dotting his lined forehead. The old man hardly had a poker face, but he was in dire straits. Then again, that was the time you had to dig deep and show the bastards no mercy. He’d never make it on the front lines, just like he hadn’t made it in business.

  “I want to offer a month of extended negotiations. We have a long way to go to meet at what we need. I’d like to have Belle come with me to my estate in the Bahamas—I already had a vacation set up there—and we can go through all the details there.”

 

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