The Art of Marrying Your Enemy (The Richmond Brothers #2)

39. Daisy

39

DAISY

“ C oleman.”

I kissed him before he could give me any more excuses.

“Sure, I was the blushing virgin last night,” I whispered to him as I pulled at the towel, “but I read a lot of really bad romance books, and I want a big throbbing cock. Preferably barbed, though I’ll take what you’re packing. I’m making up for lost time.”

He wrenched away from me.

“I can’t.”

“You’re going to beg me to stop, that you can’t take it, but you will.” I was repeating his words from last night in the cellar.

His green eyes held so much pain.

“I’m—” His voice broke. “I’m so sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I never… That wasn’t what I wanted. I never wanted to do that to you.”

“I don’t know. You seemed pretty enthusiastic to me.”

He looked away from me.

“You know,” I said slowly, sneaking my fingers around the edges of the towel around his waist, “I’ve been obsessed with you since I first saw you, standing in the rain like some sort of dark romance fantasy.”

His eyes snapped back to me.

“I faked an excruciatingly boring bird-watching hobby so Uncle Horace would buy me a pair of binoculars with a camera attached. I used them to spy on you.”

Aaron let me tug the towel off him.

“I have an album of photos I secretly took. I would fantasize…” I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingers in his muscular back, “that I’d finally wear something sexy enough or say something clever enough, or do something amazing enough that you wouldn’t be able to contain your desire for me, and I’d wake up with you in my bed, kissing me and saying, ‘ I’m going to make you mine .’”

He swallowed.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart.

“You think what you did last night was fucked up? You should see the fan fiction I wrote about you and me. It’s…” I trailed my nails lightly down his back. “Disturbed.”

“I can’t trust myself around you.” He gently untangled me from him.

“I can still be the na?ve little virgin.” I pressed up against him. “If that’s what you need.”

His eyelids fluttered.

“I’m nervous for my first time. I’ve never been with a man before, not one as big as you.” I made my voice breathy and high. “Is it going to hurt? Are you going to make me feel good? I’ve never had a man in me before. I don’t know if my little virgin pussy can take your big cock. I—”

With a snarl, he grabbed me, rough hands on my waist, bruising me hard.

“That’s your problem.” He shook me. “You always try to fuck with me. That’s why you wore that, isn’t it?” He shoved me back. His eyes were unfocused, like a starving man’s. “You’re trying to fuck with me like that night on the beach after graduation when you wore that.”

Furious and humiliated, I stepped into the ring with him. Fuck him .

“You said I looked like a banana split.” I shoved his chest. The humiliation was still fresh, like it always was with him. He always turned me into the insecure teenage girl. Fucking asshole. “Reese was right. Fuck you for taking my virginity. You weren’t worth it.”

“No,” the deep voice rumbled. He grabbed my hands. “That wasn’t what I meant at all.” He leaned in and gently kissed the bite marks bruising my neck. “I meant I wanted to eat you like a banana split.” He nipped my ear. “Front to back, then lick the bowl clean.”

“Oh shit.”

“But you got mad.” He gripped the back of my neck. “And threw your drink on me.” He kissed me hard. “I figured I blew it. Little did I know,” he whispered against my mouth, “that I’d get to taste you after all.”

“So…” I gasped as he pulled down my strapless yellow bikini top, “I could have lost my virginity when I was eighteen.”

“It wouldn’t have been my best work,” he admitted as I arched against him, “but you had low standards as a teenager, so I think you would have been pleased.”

I slapped his bare ass.

“I wouldn’t have gotten the full basement-dungeon kinky-sex package? I think that was worth the ten-year wait.”

His eyes widened at me in surprise.

“I did always pass the marshmallow test as a kid.”

Aaron shook his head. “It was eleven years.”

“I’m twenty-eight and will be for the next five years. Girl math.”

“Coleman.”

“Use that pretty mouth for something other than complaining.” I trailed my nails down his washboard abs. “All mine.” I licked them for good measure, making him twitch.

“I want you to chain me up in your basement and fuck me ’til I scream.”

A muscle in his cheek jumped. He shoved me back on the bed, then he was on me, giving me long, slow, hungry kisses, taking his time, his tongue slipping in my mouth as he caressed my tits. He dipped his head down, and I moaned as he took me in his mouth.

“I didn’t tell you last night”—he planted kisses down to the ruffly panties, “how sweet your cunt tasted.” He nuzzled me through the fabric.

I spread my legs, giving him more access, coaxing him.

He rose up, surprised, when he saw my present for him.

“I did a little sewing last night,” I murmured, rubbing my glistening slit through the cutout in the panties. “I couldn’t sleep. Every time I moved, your cum came out of me.”

“So you need some more.” After spreading my pussy, he gave me two long, slow licks. His tongue darted out.

I grabbed his hair, pressing his face into my pussy, and moaned as his tongue swirled around my clit.

He flipped us over, grabbed my hips, and dragged me up to his face.

I cried out as he licked me, working my pussy, stroking the wet slit with long slow licks, sucking on my clit until I was gushing and coming all over his face.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, twisting me around so I faced forward to the huge cock that stuck straight up. “You’re going to ride that in a minute,” he said, his voice slightly muffled, “but not yet.”

Aaron mouthed me through the opening in the yellow panties, as my hips, greedy for him, ground back on him. He hummed against me.

“Drowning in pussy is the way to go.” He slapped my ass when I reached for his cock. “I did ruin you, you little slut.”

His mouth was hot and wet as he spread my legs. “I need to eat your ass, Coleman.”

The yellow gingham ripped as he tugged it. Then his mouth was on my ass, spreading me. I bounced on his face as he ate me out, his tongue everywhere in me, tasting me, on my clit, in my opening, on my ass, which could remember only his cock.

Thinking about his hot cum leaking out of me was enough to have me coming on his face.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, Coleman.” He held me in place as I tried to claw off of him.

A drawer opened and closed. Was he getting a condom?

“What are you doing?” I whimpered. I couldn’t see.

I heard a cap open. Then oil-slick fingers entered my ass.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered.

“Yesterday was about me. This is about you.” Something hard and metallic slid up my ass.

“Oh, fuck me, Aaron,” I moaned once the vibrating started.

He tugged me back up as I whimpered while he ate me out.

“You’re getting off on this too,” I moaned.

His thick cock jutted up in front of me as he licked and teased and brought me to another orgasm. With the vibrator in my ass, I was completely at his mercy.

“I told you, Coleman, I want to drown in pussy.”

Then I was coming again, mewling and crying and begging as he continued to eat me out. My back arched against him, rocking against the pleasure of the vibrator then his mouth. No sooner was that mouth back on my clit than I screamed his name as I came. I ground back on him, the toy in my ass practically making me come again right there.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, stroking my swollen clit. “I want you to come as much as you want.”

The orgasms were coming closer and closer together until I was hoarse from screaming in pleasure.

I moaned as he pulled the vibrator out of me.

“Still doesn’t have the stamina built up,” Aaron remarked. Smug asshole.

Shaking, I turned around on trembling knees.

“You’re not a virgin anymore, Princess. I want you to be my little porn star.” He grabbed my ass and kneaded it.

“That’s not fair. I didn’t even lose my virginity but twenty-four hours ago,” I said, rubbing my hands all over my tits as I straddled him, the ruffly tube top around my waist.

He grabbed it, dragging me forward so I felt his cock on my raw slit, which still vibrated with the phantom pleasure he’d provided.

“Play with your pussy,” he ordered.

My fingers rubbed my clit, spreading the slit as I rocked against my hand.

“Let me hear how much you like it.”

“I want you in me. I can’t wait…” I moaned as I almost made myself come again. “Can’t wait to feel you come in me.”

“That’s my little cum slut.” He gripped my waist and hoisted me up. “I liked taking your virginity, but I think I like my own little porn star even better. Give me a show, Princess.”

Then he brought me down on that thick cock.

I played with my tits while I bounced on him, my pussy flexing around him as he stroked my clit.

“You’re gonna make me come.” I whimpered.

“I told you I like feeling you come around my cock.” His fingers twisted on my swollen clit. “Unlike you, I have self-control, Princess.”

Then I was shuddering and gushing all over his cock.

He was still hard as he slid me off of him so that I flopped helplessly on my side on the bed next to him. Before I could catch my breath, he had me whimpering as he slid the soaking wet panties down.

“You want my cum, Coleman? You miss my cum in you?” he whispered, tilting my face back so he could kiss the words against my mouth.

I moaned as his tongue slipped in my mouth while his hard cock ground against my oil-slick ass. My pussy was a soaking wet mess, and he probably didn’t need all that oil as he rubbed himself in between my slick legs.

“You’re no virgin. Look how wet and juicy you are for me,” he said hoarsely as that cock slid against my slit, raw from his mouth and hands.

He still had me on my side as he hooked under my leg and spread me wide for him. His hand gripped my breast. He didn’t have to prep me at all before he was sliding in my ass.

I moaned, rocking back against him as he took my ass slowly, forcefully, making me feel every thick inch of him as I panted in anticipation of his cum.

“You trying”—my breath caught as that hard length filled me—“to make sure the marriage is good and consummated?”

He kneaded my breast as I tilted my head back to let him claim my mouth.

“You can’t backdate a contract, Coleman.” He pulled back, then the force of his hips snapped in me. “Besides, I just like filling you with my cum.”

I nipped his lip. “Yours is the only cock I want in me,” I pleaded as he claimed me. “I’m yours. I’ll only be used by your cock.”

“Fuck yeah, you will.” He thrust in me hard. Then I was coming, releasing deep throaty moans from the intense pleasure.

His teeth ground as he continued to fuck me, his pace increasing until he was jackhammering into me, making me squeal as that cock impaled me, sending wave after wave of powerful thrusts deep into me until I thought I could no longer take it. All the while, he whispered hot against my mouth how much he’d always wanted to fuck me like this, just like this , use me like this, break me like this, until he was spilling all that thick hot cum in me and I was coming around him.

“Damn, you’re a good fuck, Coleman,” he said. Aaron kissed me hard on the mouth, lacing our fingers together, rolling us over until I was resting on his chest.

I drew a heart on it.

“Just so we’re clear,” I said as he combed his fingers through my sweaty, tangled hair, “next time we have kinky basement sex, I need a pillow.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I’m not doing that with you there again. I’m filling the whole thing up with concrete. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never should have built it.” He cursed as I raked my nails down that ripped chest.

“You will, Aaron Richmond, drag me down there by my hair, chain me up, and fuck me again.” I grabbed his cock. “ With this . I’ll wear white and be your good little virgin.” I bit his lip. “I’ll even scream for you.”

His head tipped back, and he grunted as I slid my hand up his cock.

“Why don’t you hate me for that? Why didn’t you have me arrested? I hurt you.”

“One…” I ran the nail of my thumb over the slit on the head of his cock. “Because I’m not that kind of virgin.” I kissed him, drunk on the power of finally having the object of obsession in my arms, being able to touch him however and anywhere I wanted.

“Two, because then I’d have to break into jail and fuck you.”

I ran my thumb along the underside of his cock, pleased with myself as he hardened in my hand.

“You ruined me for other men. I’ll never be fucked like that.” Another twist of my hand. “I’ll never be used like that.” I ran my hand down the shaft and gripped his heavy balls in my palm. “I’ll never have that much cum in me with any man except you.”

I squeezed his balls, making him curse.

“And I told you I’m obsessed with you. It’s pathological, Princess.” I kissed him on the nose.

“Fuck, Coleman.”

I kissed him like I owned him.

“Fuck, you make me so hard.” He flipped us over, making me squeal.

A condom packet ripped, then he was fucking me, hard and fast. My legs wrapped around him as he took me, hitting deep in me as he buried himself inside my cunt.

“Your pussy feels good,” he rumbled. “I wish I could cum in your pussy, Coleman.”

Thank God I couldn’t even think, let alone speak as his cock fucked my tight pussy, because I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself from begging him to give me a baby and shouting all the names I’d picked out.

I cried and twisted under him as he rutted into me. My legs urged him deeper until too soon, I was coming around his cock. He kissed me, biting my lip as he came, shuddering, in the condom.

“You did good, Aaron.” I smacked a kiss on him. “You put whatever eighteen-year-old you would have done to shame.” I grabbed his annoyingly firm ass.

A lazy grin spread over his face.

“I like you with meat on your bones.” I slapped his thigh. “But to be fair, eighteen-year-old you did have that lean-model look.”

“You’re sick, Coleman,” he chuckled as I climbed off the bed.

Humming happily, I twirled around in the bedroom.

“Guess who’s a woman now!”

“Shit,” he drawled. “Did someone finally start paying her own phone bill?”

I threw a pillow at him.

“My dad said he likes having me on his phone plan. It makes him feel connected to me.”

“Whatever lies you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, Coleman.” He settled back on the bed, his hands behind his head.

I jumped on him, making him grunt.

“You are going to make me sleep well tonight.”

“I don’t plan on letting you do any sleeping.”

One kiss then another. I was sated. For now, at least.

I kissed his nose.

“I almost can’t believe it happened. With you,” I whispered. “I never wanted any man but you. You made all my dreams come true.”

My husband gazed up at me with a warm, almost loopy look, a soft smile playing around his lips as he absently stroked my hips.

“I was about to say,” he murmured, “that everyone is going to be shocked when you and I show up together at the annual reunion, but then I remembered that they were all at our wedding.” His eyes closed like he was completely, deliriously happy. “I can’t believe we’re married. You’re everything I’ve always wanted.”

I wasn’t. I was freaking out.

It was one thing to get married for money, but did I really want to be around the people from high school again and hear them all talk shit about Delusional Daisy who believed Aaron was in love with her even though everyone knew it was just business?

I texted Reese while Aaron dozed next to me.

Daisy: I’m not going to the reunion.

Reese: Bitch! You are not going to abandon me! My mom already found out I was finally going and actually being social, and she told Jasmine and Claire’s mother, and now I have to go.

Reese: I am not going alone!

Daisy: I can’t show up with Aaron. He looks…

I glanced down at him, a baroque painting next to me.

I snapped a photo because, you know, I was unhealthily obsessed, and texted it to Reese.

Daisy: I can’t compete with that.

Reese: Eyelashes like those are wasted on a man.

Reese: Also, I’m shaving yours if you betray me.

Daisy: I’ll be there! I’ll just starve today in preparation.

Reese: Don’t! Remember what happened at junior prom when you did that and fainted in front of Aaron and had a nosebleed???

I lay back next to him on the bed, arms crossed over myself, a little cold and a lot insecure. Though I wanted to curl up beside him, I knew I didn’t belong with him for real. Aaron couldn’t ever really love me.

I was always meant to obsess from afar.