Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
FYNN
THIS IS A terrible idea. But as with so much else involving Valerie Berdard, I can't seem to help myself. Especially when she looks so sweet and eager on her knees for me.
I know she’s the one who made this proposition, but there’s not an inch of me that isn’t desperate for her touch. Even after discovering her motives aren't as innocent as I'd hoped, I still can't make myself stop wanting her.
Because, even while confessing her sins and pleading her case, she was still so sweet. And sweet women are my fucking kryptonite. They offer everything I crave, and the thought of having soft, gentle, eager to please Valerie in my bed—as my wife—has my cock straining against my trousers as she works the button free.
Her graceful fingers pinch the zip, the deep red of her short, but elegant, fingernails standing out against the dark fabric as she grips it and spreads it wide. She hesitates a second before reaching for the waistband of my briefs, her touch brushing against my skin as she grips it, stretching the elastic away from my body before tugging it down. The hard line of my dick springs free, reaching for the wet warmth of her mouth, the tip already leaking like I'm some sort of untrained schoolboy.
I can't help it. In this moment there's nothing I want more than to stretch between those plump lips. To slide against her tongue, watching her eyes water as I come down her throat.
All the air rushes from Valerie's lungs, the warmth of it fanning against my sensitive crown. "You're bigger than I expected."
I trace one finger along the line of her jaw. "You flatter me."
Her eyes lift to mine. "It's the truth."
My tracing finger slides across her mouth again. Following the pillowy softness I can't wait to experience. "I have faith in your abilities."
My words seem to bolster her wavering confidence, and I love the sight of her shoulders straightening as her attention drops to my aching cock. She licks her lips and leans closer.
"That's right, Darling. Show me what you can do." I continue encouraging her. I want to see more of that determination. Less hesitancy. "Grip me with your hand." I usually try to be less demanding in the beginning, but I'm not offering her that luxury. After admitting her reasons for approaching me, she doesn't deserve it, but Valerie also needs to know how things will be between us.
I like strong women. Love them actually. But I love when they hand control to me even more. I crave it. Have to have it. It is non negotiable. So if Valerie thinks she will ever be the one calling the shots in the bedroom, now is the time for her to learn that’s simply not an option.
But she shows no sign of being bothered by my demand. If anything, Valerie is emboldened by it. Without pause, one hand wraps around the base of me, then her eyes lift to my face and she waits.
Waits for me to tell her what to do next.
"Tighter, Valerie." I continue touching her face, bringing my fingers to her hairline before sliding through the soft strands. My grip tightens as hers does, and I let out a groan. "Perfect. Just like that." I force my fingers to relax, curving along the back of her skull as I hold her gaze. "Now open your mouth."
Again, she immediately does as I command, her plush lips parting, offering me a glimpse of the paradise I'm about to possess.
I love how ready and willing she is to do as I ask. That point alone is enough to have me heavily considering her offer. I know I shouldn't. I know it's a terrible fucking idea to marry a woman I barely know, but I'm going to do it anyway. The lure of restoring my reputation is too strong.
Almost as strong as the lure of having Valerie in my bed every night.
"You'll have to sign an ironclad prenup, Darling. You understand that, right?" I watch her face, looking for any sign of disappointment, but Valerie's beautiful face remains unbothered, her dark eyes fixed on mine.
"I don't want your money, Fynn. Not a single penny of it." Her eyes drop, going to my straining length as the tip of her tongue flicks across her lower lip.
There’s no missing the hunger in her gaze, and it makes me more forward than I would normally be at this stage. "But you do want my cock, isn't that right, Love?"
Her dark eyes come back to my face. "I just want to make sure I can please you. That's all."
I groan at her words. I'm not sure she could have said anything more perfect. "So far you're doing wonderfully." I pull my hand from her hair to wrap it around where hers sits at the base of my dick, tightening her grip. I use our joined hold to tip it toward her mouth as I cup the back of her head with my palm. Tracing the leaking slit across her mouth, my balls pull tight at the glistening trail of the pre-cum painting her lips. “I’m very impressed.”
I'm teasing her as much as I'm teasing myself at this point, gliding the head of my cock over the fullness of her lower lip in slow passes. Without direction or warning, her tongue flicks against my skin, hot and wet and perfect.
"Are you a greedy girl, Valerie?" I make another pass against her lips. "Are you growing impatient already?"
She stares me down as her tongue slides against me again. A taunt. A dare.
And I can't stop myself from taking it. Feeding my length into her mouth, I let out a long groan as I slide against the silky softness of her tongue. It’s been so fucking long since another person’s touched me, let alone swallowed me down, that my balls are already hugging the base of my cock, ready to spill.
I pull away, intending to take a moment to regroup, but Valerie's free hand grips my hip, fisting tight in the loose fabric of my trousers as she leans forward to sink back over me.
I grip her hair tighter, planning to drag her off me, but then she lets out a little moan and it vibrates through her throat and around my cock. When her cheeks hollow as she pulls back, I’m so far gone there's no way I could stop her, even if I wanted to. I was planning to drag this out. Punish her a little for the game she's been playing, but my need to come is greater than my need for retribution.
Releasing the hand still wrapped around hers, I slide my fingers into her hair, pushing the dark strands back from her face so I have an unobstructed view as her mouth continues to slick over me. "That's right, Val. Just like that." I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come. “Absolutely perfect.”
She lets out a soft whimper at my words of praise then doubles down on her effort to convince me she should have a place in my life. Little does she know I was convinced the second her tongue flicked against my skin, eager and ready.
Eagerness is my number one requirement in a bed partner. Willingness to do what I say is a close second, and so far Valerie possesses both, which is why—along with six months of celibacy—my hand tightens in her hair as I once again attempt to pull her mouth off of me. The hand she’s using to grip my now slippery shaft tightens and she lets out another of those little whimpers, the combination threatening to send me over the edge.
"Unless you want me coming down that throat of yours, you need to back up, Darling." I grit out the warning, holding on to the last shreds of control in my possession.
But for the first time, Valerie doesn't do what I want. The hand at my hip holds tighter as her hot mouth sinks lower, dark eyes lifting to fix on my face as her cheeks hollow. Watching her suck me is almost as good as feeling her suck me, and the added bit of pressure sends me over the edge, thrusting between her lips as my cock jerks against her tongue. The groan that rips from me is loud and long as she continues drawing me down, taking every bit I have to give until I slump against the wall at my back, depleted and drained.
Her mouth finally slides off me, dick still half hard as it bobs against my open pants. Her dark eyes are still on my face—haven't left it since I warned her I was about to come. "Did I pass?"
I huff out a laugh because the question is ridiculous. "With flying fucking colors, Darling." My head tips back against the wall, face lifting toward the ceiling as I continue catching my breath. "Your skills of persuasion are unmatched."
I drop my eyes to find her beaming up at me, the skin around her smiling mouth glistening from her ministrations, looking thrilled I'm so pleased with her performance. Her lower lip pinches between her teeth, providing a second of hesitation before she asks, "Is there anything else you'd like for me to do?" She looks so fucking perfect there on her knees, eager and ready to please. "Just so you can be sure I meet your standards."
It's almost as if someone's given this woman a textbook on what I like. But it seems she missed one chapter.
"I've made my decision, Valerie." I bend, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up from the floor. "Now it's time for you to make yours."
I love an enthusiastic partner. I enjoy being the one in control in the bedroom. But there is one thing I will never be able to get enough of.
I haul Valerie against me, lifting her small frame up off the floor. Both legs instinctively lock at my waist, but she doesn't yelp or grab at me like most women would in the situation. It’s as if she trusts me implicitly to take care of her. Knows I would never drop her.
One more tick to add to her tally. When I reach my bedroom, I move to the foot of my king-size bed and lean forward to crawl up the center until her head hits the pillows. Releasing her, I find the tie keeping her dress together and work it loose before spreading the sides wide so I can bask in the smooth, soft skin of her beautiful body. I saw it at the beach, but, as I said earlier, that was different. That was before I knew this body would be mine. That it will belong to me.
Skimming my fingers along her belly, I move to the center clasp of her bra. "For as long as we’re married, no one touches you but me, understand? "
An emotion I can't identify flicks across her face. "Does that go both ways?"
I’m a little taken aback that she's asking me this. "Of course." I narrow my eyes at her, my attitude cooling toward her once again. "I'm not a cheater, Valerie. I never have been. I never will be." I lean forward, bracing my hands at each side of her head as I hover over her, our eyes aligned. "Regardless of the reasons for it, this will be a legitimate marriage and I expect each of us to act like it." I don't know why I'm so angry at her. Her opinion of me shouldn't matter. She's made it clear this is a transactional arrangement. One where each of us gets something we desire.
And what I desire right now is to punish her—just a little—for believing the bullshit. I push up to my knees then reach down to snap the closure at the front of her bra open. Her large tits spill free, gravity distributing their pillowy weight in a way that tells me every inch of them is God-given.
And what a fucking gift. Unfortunately, giving them the attention I want goes against my current desire, and that’s to make Valerie sorry she doubted me.
In a quick move I relieve her of the lacy knickers shielding her cunt from my wrath. Once they're gone, I grip her behind the knees, splaying both legs wide as I drop my mouth to her body. I fucking love burying my face between a woman's thighs, but taking my own enjoyment will lead to hers, so I do my best to ignore how fucking wet she is and what that tells me about her opinions on sucking my cock, and go straight for her clit, locking my mouth against her flesh as I flick over it with my tongue. I work her up hard and fast, loving the way the muscles of her thighs flex under my hands as she gets close.
But right before she can come, I lift my head, staring up at her flushed face as she lets out an unladylike scoff. "What's wrong, Valerie?" I know what's wrong. It's about to be wrong again. And maybe a few times more.
Even filled with frustration, she’s bloody glorious to look at. Chest heaving, full breasts lifting to the ceiling with every lungful of air she sucks in. Dark hair tousled and splayed across my pillows. Small hands fisting the blanket beneath her back. I can't wait for the day I allow myself to fully enjoy this act the way I’d like.
But today is not that day.
"Are you desperate to come, Darling?"
She whimpers again and that fucking sound tempts me to put her out of her misery. "Yes."
"I don't know that I should let you come. You don't seem to believe your future husband is a good man." I try to keep my tone light but fail. I don't know why her opinion bothers me the way it does. None of this is real. I shouldn't give a fuck if she believes the same bullshit everyone else does.
Yet I do.
Valerie fights against my hold, so I grip her legs tighter, earning me another irritated scoff, and fuck me I find it adorable as hell in spite of how angry I am.
When she realizes I'm not going to relent, Valerie shoves up to her elbows, eyes flashing as they meet mine. "I wasn't asking because of you, Fynn."
I go still because there's an amount of venom in her words I wasn't expecting. "How could it possibly not be because of me?"
Val’s lower lip pinches between her teeth the way it does when she's working her way up to saying something she doesn't want to admit. "I was supposed to marry someone else." She takes a shaky breath. "I didn't want to, but felt like I had to." She swallows, the delicate line of her throat working with the action. "The morning of our wedding I found out he was in a relationship with another woman and intended to continue it."
Her admission leaves me with a host of questions. When did this happen? Why did she feel forced to marry him?
What’s his fucking name?
But the most perplexing one—why approach me if you thought I was just as bad as him?
But they’ll all have to wait, because I can admit when I'm wrong. And I can admit when my future wife deserves to come.
Valerie gasps when my mouth once again locks onto her body. Like last time, I skip all pretense, foregoing my own needs and wants, but this time it's because I don't deserve to get what I want. If I'm willing to punish her, then I should be equally willing to punish myself.
"Fynn." My name slips from her mouth, sliding free as her head drops back and her thighs lock at my ears.
This is the moment I love. The moment I crave. Feeling a woman come undone under my tongue. I almost like it more than the tight clench of a cunt around my dick.
And when Valerie jerks against me, crying out my name as I lave the hard nub of her clit, it might be the sweetest undoing I've ever caused.
She collapses to the bed, and I lick and suck my way up her body, pausing to draw each puckered nipple into my mouth before nuzzling against her ear. "What say you, Valerie? Have I earned my place as your future husband?"
She’s still breathing heavy, eyes closed, long lashes fanned against her fair skin. Her lips barely curve into a small smile. "I think you'll do."