Harper
“You’re getting married tomorrow? You know I’m not ready for a wedding.”
“It doesn’t matter, Sarah. You’re not invited. I’ve made it clear that you aren’t welcome and his parents gleefully obliged.”
“What? You little bitch,” she screamed. “After all I did for you, you ungrateful cunt. I’m going to see that you pay for this,” she continued raving like the lunatic she was. “I’m not welcome? Does your fiancé and his family know that you set out to find and marry him for his money?”
“Ha, he knows that I told you I had a scheme to catch his attention. There’s just one little tidbit I left out. I already had it. I’d met him years ago.”
“What a lying, conniving twat,” my terrible excuse for an incubator said.
“I learned from the best. By the way, what are you going to do? Poison me like you did my dad?”
“No, I need your death to look like an accident, and it will. The life insurance goes up a fuckton more if you drown. That little pond where you used to go is a great spot. Better keep looking over your shoulder. I’ve always hated you. If it wasn’t for your father, you’d have been dead as a baby.”
“Good to know, cuntbag. Have a nice life. Smooches,” I said, cheerfully hanging up on her.
I turned to the agent with a smile as my conversation ended. They had it all or at least enough to nail her to a prison wall. Bryce stood leaning on the door frame, his large build taking up the entire space with his hands balled into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
“You did good, Ms. Simmons. She’ll…wait…she’s calling now.”
“Hello,” Agent White said, placing the call on speaker. “Sorry, in my car. Can you speak up?” he asked, shouting over the phone.
“Do it, make it look like an accident. I want her gone like yesterday. Better yet, strike on her wedding day. I want it ruined.” The venom in her words didn’t faze me one bit, but I could see Bryce looked ready to kill.
I walked up and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my head against his chest. I heard White end the call, then turned around in Bryce’s arms so I was close to him but able to speak to the Fed.
“Are we done here?”
“Yes. I’ll be at your wedding with a few of my men for protection, but I’ll be acting as a guest.”
“Thanks for doing this,” Bryce said, shaking his hand without letting me go.
“Please excuse us. We have a lot to do.”
We left the hotel the agents were squatting in and headed back to my place. “We have a lot to do? Then why are we here?” I asked, knowing exactly why and mentally stripping him with my eyes.
“You’re so about to get fucked on the first surface I find,” he growled, tossing me over his shoulder and running up the steps to my place.
“Put me down, fool,” I screamed before I bit his ass.
“Kitten, you’re kinky. I like that.” Then I felt his fingers slip under the hem of my shorts and up my leg until he reached my wet pussy.
“No panties, in front of all those men? That’s asking for it, kitten. You better be prepared.” He pulled his fingers from my body and brought them to his mouth. The only way I could tell was because I heard him suck his fingers clean. “You taste prepared.”
He opened the door and waited until he locked it before sliding me down his body. His hands came to my shoulders as he pushed me down to my knees. I hid the smile on my face by ducking my head, but I wanted him so uncontrollably. He cupped my chin roughly, then tilted my head up to look at him. I watched as he undid his zipper and pushed his jeans off his hips. His boxer briefs came down with them, revealing his girthy length. His tip was glossy with beads of cum on the tip. He stroked it once, making another strand of pre-cum to coat his cock and fingers. I looked up at him before taking his hand and slipping in one finger at a time, tasting a bit of me and all of him on my tongue. A low rumble came from his chest, demanding a prideful smile from me.
“Fuck, kitten. I’ve got a lot of cream for you,” he muttered, taking his hand from my mouth, then pushing his cock toward my lips. I sat back on my heels and pressed my hands to my thighs, then parted my lips, telling him I wanted to be fed. He pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. We moaned together as I closed my lips around the tip. Immediately, he wrapped his strong fingers around my hair, grasping it tightly.
I slid my mouth down his length, going as far as I could. His cock was so big and I wasn’t even sure I was doing it right, but I wanted his cum. He started to rock his hips, letting moans slip from his lips. Needing more, I wrapped a hand around the base and began stroking, using my tongue to wet my path. My thighs were starting to shake with my own need. I pressed them together, hoping to stop my ache, but Bryce took that moment to look down. Our eyes met and he smiled, then I was on my feet with his mouth crashing down on mine.
“I’m not coming anywhere but your pussy for now. I want you marked and tied to me in every way. I want my baby in here,” he muttered against my lips with his hand splayed across my tummy. He walked us to the bed until the back of my knees hit the mattress and I flopped onto my ass; my shorts felt drenched as I waited impatiently for more. He stripped in front of me as I took it in with anticipation. I removed my blouse because I was done waiting. He stood there stroking his long, thick cock, watching me undress.
“Go ahead, take it all off. I want to watch,” he commanded.
I stood, kicking off my shoes without taking my eyes from his. Suddenly, I felt so uncontrollably sexy. I took my time to strip out of my shorts, sliding them slowly down my legs deliberately, all the while biting my lower lip. He’d had enough. With a growl, I found myself pinned the bed and my bra pulled down. Then with one smooth thrust, he entered me. He leaned over me with his strong arms on either side of my head. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. His gaze focused on mine. Only his hips rocked forward. My body was humming as I felt his thickness stretching my walls. I pulsed with every stroke, squeezing, refusing to let him go.
A crooked smile appeared on his face as he drove into me. Over and over I felt the pull of each one, my body still adjusting to his size. I loved how I could feel every inch of him.
“I’m going to come,” I shouted, my orgasm building around my clit. Knowing what I needed, he reached between us and gave my little nub a stroke with two fingers. And like that I was screaming.
“Bryce. Fucking hell yes. Oh my God.”
“I’m the only man’s name you scream, kitten,” he growled, lifting my ass a bit and spanking me.
“Bryce, only you, ever,” I moaned, loving the possessive side to him.
“Yes, kitten.” He lifted my legs from his waist, then pulled out for a moment before tossing me on my belly. I wasn’t on all fours, instead he picked up my thighs with my knees in the crook of his arms as he pushed back in. Taking me from behind was even deeper. It felt as if every stroke was going to pierce my stomach and I loved it.
“Oh shit, give it to me, Bryce.”
He grunted, then thrust a few more times before spilling his cum in my womb. Fuck me, this man had kinky thoughts running through his head. I was in for a world full of fun in the future.
“Sorry, don’t know what got in me, but I’ve thought about fucking you hard and fast like that,” he apologized, leaning down with his chin resting at my shoulder.
I turned my head slightly. “I liked it. I want you to dominate me in bed. I love feeling your strong body on mine.”
“Always, princess. I love you, Harper. I have for much longer than I should.”
“I love you, Bryce, even before I understood what I was feeling.”
“Nap time.” He lifted me to the middle of the bed, where we spent the rest of the day cuddling. Just like I’d dreamed of.