When we got home, all I could think about was how my life was going to change. Ever since Gary died, there was the lingering feeling of failure that never left me alone. The fear of losing out on everything my family had just glued to my mind no matter what I did. Now that I had proven my worth to my parents and got their approval, I felt a heavy weight suddenly lifted off my back.

By the time we got home, Noelle was a little drunk and exhausted. I didn’t try to push for sex this night. All I wanted was to let her feel appreciated. I guess I could come up with something tomorrow or the next day. I just picked her up out of the car and carried her to the condo.

“Hmm, are we home yet?” she asked groggily as we walked through the main front door. “I smell donuts.”

I chuckled and said, “Yes, we’re home. Yes, we have donuts. They’re on the table.”

Noelle gently opened her eyes but even as she tried to strain her neck and look for food she was obviously tired and drunk. She slumped back down and allowed me to place her in the middle of the bed.

“Babe,” she called out. “I love you.”

I felt my heart stop and I had to look at her to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Did she just call me babe? Did she just say she loved me? I took a double-take glance at her and yes, she was still lying down and was still in a drunken stupor but there was no denying she just said what I thought she said.

“Babe? Come here, I feel a little cold,” she then muttered softly. It was so weak it was barely louder than a whisper.

Quickly I took off my clothes, adjusted the room’s temperature and then slid onto the bed and hugged her close. I wrapped us both with the comforter and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you. I couldn’t have done all of this without you. If you didn’t agree to this insane idea then I’d still be a loser.”

“And I’d still be working nights at the club stripping for old perverts and drunks,” she added with a grin on her face. Noelle then opened her eyes, turned to face me and stared straight into my eyes as she said, “You still didn’t reply to what I said earlier.”

How was I supposed to reply to that?

Time seemed to come to a complete halt as her words cycled over and over again in my head. My mind tried to make sense of everything that had happened but no matter what I did, I couldn’t resist the temptation of just staring blankly back at her. I was just too distracted by her beauty and the way she just looked at me. Her lips were barely an inch away and all I could think about was leaning in and giving her a long, deep and passionate kiss.

“I love you too,” was all I could say. The words just came out of my mouth. “I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Maybe that was why I felt comfortable bringing up this fake marriage idea to you in the first place. I just knew I’d be happy with you even if you never loved me back.”

Noelle closed her eyes, kissed me on the lips and then said, “You know there’s no one else in the world that I’d rather be with right now than you? You’re the perfect catch for any girl and yet I get to call you mine. You’re handsome, you’re smart, you’re famous and you’re rich. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you care for me and I really love the way you fuck me.”

“I thought I was just another spoiled billionaire who only knew how to drink and fuck?” I asked her.

She giggled a bit and licked my lips before she said, “Well, you were a spoiled billionaire but now you’re this resourceful, hardworking and faithful billionaire who still loves to drink and fuck. The good thing is you now do the latter with me and only me.”

There was a lot of truth in those words. Ever since we got together, I did everything in my power to avoid seeing other girls. I didn’t want the public to think I was cheating on the girl I just married. That did mean saying good-bye to some bombshells like Tatyana but in the long run, I didn’t care anymore. I had everything I could ever ask for in Noelle.

“I love you,” I told her. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“Should we repeat our wedding vows now that this marriage becomes real?” she asked me. “When we first got married we were just pretending we cared and we were just pretending to be a real couple. Now it’s real.”

My fingers combed through her hair and I gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Noelle Stanley, do you accept me, Daxter Horndale, to be your beloved husband?”

“I do,” she answered with a smile. “Daxter Horndale, do you accept me, Noelle Stanley, to be your beloved wife?”

“I do,” I replied and gave her a kiss.

She then pulled away real quick and bit down on my lip, “I now declare us husband and wife. You may now fuck the bride.”

Noelle didn’t have to tell me twice for that. I quickly rolled on top of her and pushed her clothing up so I could free her moist and anxious pussy. As soon as it was exposed I dug in a finger and slid it through her flesh, not just to make her more excited for what was yet to come but to also make her moan even louder. The sound of her voice whenever we had sex simply drove me insane. Her moans were so seductive that I could get hard and horny simply by the sound of her erotic cries of pleasures.

It didn’t take long for the heat to burn so passionately between us. I could feel the fire burning in her chest as she lost herself to the moment and began to take charge. She pushed me off her and then straddled my hips. She took my cock in one hand and guided it through the lip of her pussy. As I thrust up she descended down on my shaft.

“Okay, you get your dance now,” she teased me as she began to grind on my cock, going up and down its length. She cooed and moaned each second and all I could do was stare at her gorgeous body swaying and pumping away.

I loved the way she squeezed her tits with her arms, I loved the way her hair just flowed with the rhythm of her body and I loved the way she would slightly part her lips to let out a gasp or a moan. I loved everything there was about her. I loved her.

Of course, looking at her bounce just got me even more anxious to plow my way into her. Before long I had my hands on her waist and instead of just letting her bounce I thrust my cock up and deep into her flesh. I began to fuck her like a jackhammer, drilling my cock into her with a violent rage that just made her mouth gape wide open and she screamed her moans until they echoed off the walls.

“F-fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed out loud and I was one willing to oblige to that request.

I pushed her down on the bed, took her legs and hung them up on my shoulders. I spread her open and thrust my cock deep into her pussy, feeling the tightness of her walls squeeze my cock with all the might her body could muster. In this position though, her pussy was made even tighter and I could feel it choke my meat as it burrowed its way into her.

The sensation drove her crazy and she began to claw and grasp at the bed sheet as she spilled her cum all over my cock, down her skin and onto the bed. She was squirting and dripping juices but I still pounded into her until I too could blow my cum into her. I wasn’t satisfied until I spilled all my hot seed in her pussy, on her chest, in her mouth and all over her face. I wouldn’t stop until I could cover her in sweat and all my cum. I wanted to bathe her in my love and my lust.

She was mine.

When I felt my cock slide into her orifice, I knew she was mine. When I saw the gold ring wrapped around her finger, I knew she was mine. When I saw her cum and moan out for more, I knew she was mine. Noelle was my wife and I loved her more than anything or anyone in the world.

At the back of my mind, a victory song rang and it echoed throughout the night. I could feel nothing else but triumph as I now had the wealth that was rightfully mine, a future business that was my own doing and a wife that was not only hot and beautiful but also loving, sweet and smart. This was all a dream come true.