Bound To Gold: Drunken Marriage Romance (Bound To The Billionaires Book 2) Page 5

  I’m not sure how many outfits he buys me, but my favorite is the one I’m wearing. It’s velvet. A deep blue, the color of the deepest sapphire, hugging my body in the sexiest, comforting way. Instead of heels, I’m wearing gold sandals that lace up my calves.

  “God, you’re sexy. How did I get a wife this gorgeous?”

  Duncan purrs in my ear as we lean against one of the glass shelves showcasing so many sparkling rings. His hands run down the curve my back and squeeze the globes of my ass.

  “Duncan,” I whisper in warning, looking left and right to see if anyone is looking. I take another gulp of champagne, loving how detailed this dream is. Something that feels this good has to be a dream, right?

  “I can’t help it.” He moves my hair from my shoulder and places a kiss on my neck. “How much longer? I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”

  “Wait for what?” I turn my head, my lips an inch away from his.

  “To be ten inches deep inside that tight pussy,” he says, grinding his cock between the crease of my cheeks. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

  Liquid need soaks my folds and my inner thighs since I’m wearing no panties. I’ve never told anyone this, because in today’s world I was embarrassed, but I’ve never had sex with anyone before. I’ve dated, I’ve messed around, but I never went all the way because the only person I ever felt safe enough with to share that part of me with was Duncan.

  The need was there with other guys but not the trust. I’ve been thinking about having sex the last few years, but then I just waited so long, I figured, why have sex now? I might as well keep waiting.

  And then Duncan comes roaring back into my life.

  “Yes, I want that too.” I press my ass against his cock, grinding against it until he puffs a hot breath against my neck.

  “We can get rings later,” he growls and goes to pull me away when a sales associate stands in front of us with a wide smile.

  “What can I get you folks?” the older man asks with a broad smile on his face.

  Duncan groans in frustration and I giggle.

  "We just got married and need rings," I say. "You wouldn't happen to have a yellow canary diamond in a rose gold setting, would you? With small diamond accents around it?"

  "Thought about it much?" Duncan chuckles, kissing my cheek.

  “Maybe.”

  Every girl dreams of their wedding ring. This isn’t news.

  “Of course we have one. This way.”

  We follow the man to a singular glass case holding one ring. The light shines down on it, and the prisms cut into it, glitter against the shine. Oh my god, it’s perfect. I gasp, staring at the large rock.

  He takes it out of the encasement and the world slows. He goes to slip it on my hand but Duncan interferes.

  “May I?”

  The man takes a step back. “Oh, of course. I understand.”

  He hands the ring over, and Duncan gets down on one knee, staggers a bit from all the alcohol but rights himself.

  "I didn't do it the right way."

  He slides the ring on my finger and tears burn my eyes.

  “It’s a four−carat yellow diamond with two carats surrounding it. It seems to be a perfect fit,” the salesman says. “We have a matching band to go with it.”

  “Do you love it?” Duncan asks me.

  I nod, holding a hand over my mouth as I stare at it. “I love it so much.”

  “We’ll take it,” Duncan says.

  “It has to be so much money though, Duncan, I can’t,” I say. I didn’t expect six carats!

  “And I want a band for her to match that ring with diamonds all over it, and one that will match hers for me. Maybe not with diamonds,” he adds and hands over a black credit card. “Size us up.”

  “Mr. Gold, it will be a pleasure.”

  The white-haired man smiles so much his eyes squint. Fifteen minutes later after sizing our rings, there’s a heavy yellow rock on my finger, and a diamond eternity band to match my new status as a married woman.

  Duncan has a ring on his finger too and knowing he is mine now, forever, it only makes the dream that much sweeter.

  “Let’s celebrate,” he says.

  “In the bedroom?” I ask, a bit coy from the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

  “Fuck yes in the bedroom,” his chest rumbles, and he drags me behind him, nearly running to the elevator. “In the bedroom, living room, kitchen, fucking everywhere. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

  The elevator dings and he pushes me inside. I barely have time to catch myself on the wall before he is on me, his chest to my back, sucking the neck of my skin as if he were a greedy vampire.

  His hands grope my breasts and he rocks his hard cock against me, a moan escaping his lips.

  “You are going to make me lose it again before we get to the penthouse.”

  I grind my ass against him again, hoping he does because nothing is sexier than when he comes because I made him come.

  Nothing.

  “Penthouse,” the elevator’s robotic voice interrupts us.

  “Finally.” Duncan yanks the straps off my shoulders and spins me around, punching in the code, the doors open.

  I toss my shopping bags on the floor and wiggle out of my dress, showing off my new sheer bra and matching panties as Duncan loosens his tie. The look in his eyes is predatory, primal, and savage. Every time he takes a step forward, I take a step back.

  Until he corners me against the wall, both of us nearly naked. His cock is hard through his briefs, curling to the right as it lays down his thigh. So big, just like the rest of him.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He grazes his fingers down my sternum.

  And he has no idea how long I’ve waited for him.

  But he’ll find out soon enough.

  9

  Duncan

  Naomi trembles beneath my touch. I’m entranced with every inch of how her body moves. I take a step back while my hand kneads her breast, my fingers rolling her nipples, pinching them tightly. I guzzle the champagne I still have in my left hand and then bring my mouth to hers, letting the bubbly drink overflow into her mouth. She moans and drinks it down and never in my life have I been so turned on.

  I run my hand down her chest, her skin wet from the champagne, and stare at her bra. I can see her brown nipples through the material, hard and beaded, showing me how much Naomi wants me. I grip the material between my hands and rip it off her slender frame, her big tits bouncing with freedom.

  She arches her back when the champagne and cold air hit her tight buds at once.

  "That was new,” she chastises me.

  "I'll buy you a hundred more like it," I growl dismissively as my hands start to wander down her taut abdomen and pluck at her belly ring. The light pearl stands stark against her skin, and I tug on it, causing Naomi to whimper.

  Her panties are next. The flimsy material doesn't stand a chance as I pull them away too, the ripping sound sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

  For the first time, I see Naomi Banks naked and it’s nothing compared to what I’ve envisioned in my head all these years. It’s better.

  “You’re magnificent,” I whisper, watching my finger circle the trimmed bush over her pussy. When I slip my hand between her legs, nothing but her juices soak my hand as she moans, pushing her breasts in my face.

  She’s slick, dripping with need. I explore a bit, watching as her body jerks and shakes every time I pinch her clit. I step closer, venturing further down her sheath until my fingers find her tight hole. I tease it, dip the half my finger in before pulling out and bringing my shining fingers to mouth.

  “Mmm, you taste good, Mrs. Gold.”

  “Duncan,” she whimpers. “Please.”

  Hearing her beg breaks all the resolve I have left. I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom and slam the door shut. I toss her on the bed, watching her bounce as her body settles and curl my finge
rs around the waistband of my underwear, tugging them off.

  My dick slaps against my thigh, precum dripping from the slit, sticking to the flesh of my inner leg. I’m throbbing for her. I’m so hard it hurts.

  I prowl toward Naomi, running my hand up her leg as I get situated between the apex of her thighs.

  I settle onto my stomach, hissing when my cock strokes against the mattress. It feels good, and I need relief, but first, I need to taste her. I need to taste what's finally mine.

  “Duncan,” her fingers grip my hair. “I need to tell you—”

  I don’t give her time to finish her sentence, I dive in, spearing her tight hole with my tongue as her cream spreads across my taste buds. Her savory flavor turns me into a maniac.

  I grunt and growl, flattening my tongue up and down her folds, licking every inch before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her legs shake, and she tries to lock them around my head when it becomes too much but I spread them with my hands since they are settled in the crook of each hip. Her clit is erect, poking through her hood, begging for more.

  And I give it to her.

  I concentrate on her bundle of nerves while one finger slips inside her, followed by another, followed by another, until I’m four digits deep. I have to make sure she can take me. I’m not a small man.

  “Duncan! Duncan. Duncan.”

  Nothing has ever sounded as graceful as my name falling off her lips in a fit of passion.

  “Oh. Ah, yes! So good.”

  I glance up to see her lips puckered, forming an ‘O’ as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her pussy clamps around my fingers. I hurry to bring my mouth to her entrance, gathering all the nectar that flows out of her while she comes.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head and the drunken lust I find myself in gets knocked up a peg or two from her sweet cream.

  “Duncan,” she shakes her head back and forth, already debauched and damn if that doesn’t make me feel good.

  I kiss her sheath, then trail kisses along her inner thigh, dip my tongue in her navel, lick up the middle of her body and settled over her, caging her head in between my arms. The hands that hold our rings come together, intertwining, and I stare at them for a second, in awe and disbelief that I’m here.

  It’s something I’ll never take for granted.

  “I don’t think you know how much I love you,” I tell her, rubbing our noses together when my nerves get the best of me. The next step is a big one, and I don't want to disappoint.

  “If it’s as much as I love you, then I have an idea,” she says, lifting her head to steal a kiss. It's slow, and I taste her, but it doesn't stop her.

  She licks my lips and sucks my tongue into her mouth, and it's a direct line to my dick, and this time, a broken whimper leaves me in bated breaths as I hold back my orgasm.

  My cock jerks once, coating the outside of her pussy in my seed. My arms shake, and I squeeze my eyes shut when I hold back, my jaw ticking and my teeth grinding together from the impossible force rocking my shaft.

  “Duncan? Did you…”

  Dammit, this is embarrassing.

  “No. Yes. A little.”

  She licks her lips and starts to shimmy down beneath me. I think she’s going to suck my cock and tear the last remaining thread I’m hanging by. I stop her and grip both of her arms, pulling her up until her head is on the pillow.

  “The next time I come, it’s going to be inside of you.”

  Naomi nods, and I reach down between us, fisting my cock in my hand. It immediately hardens again, and I hiss from the sensitivity. I’m not too sure how long I’ll last. I’m riled up, married to the woman of my dreams, she naked under me, wanting me, and I could come again right now. Right this very second. Sweat is dripping down my face, and I let out a shaky breath when my tip meets her entrance.

  I meet her eyes, not wanting to miss her expression when we are finally connected. I push in, slowly, wanting to enjoy every single inch of her searing hot, wet walls and the tightness of her channel. Naomi pinches her lips together, and her eyes well with tears. Her body locks up, and I stop everything I’m doing, afraid that I’m hurting her.

  I kiss each eyelid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “Keep going,” she says.

  I press forward again.

  “Just−“

  She starts to say something but her sentence is cut off when my cock bumps against something. I stare down to where we are connected and tilt my head up to look at her.

  That can’t be right.

  No fucking way.

  I press forward again only to stop when Naomi grimaces. I lay my body by hers and cup her face, staring at her in disbelief. I need to hear her say it.

  “Naomi, are you a virgin?”

  Obviously she is. I mean, I felt it, but how? Why?

  “Duncan, I’m yours. Always have been. Make me yours,” is all she says.

  I thought it was impossible for me to love her more but at this moment? I do. Without even asking I know deep down she saved herself for me. I wish I had done the same, but I was a fool, tired of loving someone who I didn’t think loved me back and had sex with someone my first night in college. I don’t even remember it.

  Naomi may not be my first, or my second, but she’s definitely my last. And that’s the only one that matters.

  My jaw drops when I push in again, and this time, I don't stop. Naomi's nails scratch down my back, and the pinch of pain added with the pleasure is almost too much. When I break the barrier, I moan in bliss while Naomi grunts in discomfort.

  “I’m sorry,” I say with guilty alcohol-laden breath. I never want to hurt her.

  She reaches over to the nightstand and takes another swig of the champagne, takes a few deep breaths and nods. “It’s okay, give me a second to get used to you. You’re so big, but I want this more than anything. I want you.”

  My forehead falls against her shoulder as I also try to catch my breath. She's so wet. My hands grip her ribcage, and I bite into her skin, doing my best to hold back. I'd never move until she told me too, but that doesn't take the difficulty away, the driving force of lust throbbing my dick.

  “It’s okay, Duncan. You can move now. It doesn’t hurt.”

  I bring my head up and press a kiss a dozen times over her face when I pull out an inch and slide back in. I keep that slow and steady pace until she’s moaning and meeting my thrusts. I speed up, bringing my cock almost all the way out until the tip is left in and slam home.

  The noises coming from her drive me more.

  “Yes, Duncan. Ooh, it feels so good now,” she grits and pulls me deeper inside her by grabbing my ass.

  I’m like a man possessed now. I flip her over and pull her to the edge of the bed. I’m standing, but with a bend of my knees, I’ll be level with her swollen, dripping pussy. I position her on her knees and smooth my hand up and down her back, pressing between her shoulders. I stuff her face into the mattress and ram home, fucking her hard and fast.

  My swollen sack pounds against her clit at the same pace my cock pummels her pussy making it mine. She’s all mine and lucky for me, my wife is a fast learner.

  “Yes, Duncan,” she grunts, clawing at the mattress, her ass pushing back with every hard thrust I give. I bring her arms back, so she has nothing to hold herself up with. It’s her face against the mattress while I use her arms as leverage to fuck her the way she wants.

  She seems to like it a bit rough and raunchy. Naomi is most definitely made for me.

  “Duncan–”

  I’m starting to learn that tone of voice. She’s about to come.

  "Do it, baby. Come all over me. Let me feel you squeeze my dick."

  She buries her face in the bed and lets out a murderous scream, her walls clamping around me so hard, I can hardly move. I fall over her back, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Her spasms stroke me until my orgasm slams against me hard, and I spurt stream after stream of seed in her depths. With every
stream that leaves me, I plant myself as deep as I can, using her shoulders to hold on tight and help me get as deep as I can. I look down to where we are connected, seeing that every inch of me is inside her.

  Being here, intertwined in intimacy with Naomi, marrying her, loving her. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

  Literally and figuratively, she’s my home.

  10

  Naomi

  My head is killing me.

  Even blinking hurts.

  I groan when I flip to my back. I lift my hand to block the sun when something catches my eye.

  What in the ham sandwich?

  When my vision clears after blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I gasp when I realize what it is. No. That’s not what I think it is.

  My mouth is agape. This is like a bad sitcom episode. I glance under the covers to see that I'm naked, and from the soreness between my legs, I did more than get married last night.

  I had sex.

  With who, idiot?

  No. No. No.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I think back to last night and what I can remember. My memories are hazy. I look to my left and see Duncan, and then my heart slams against my chest.

  It's him? Did I marry Duncan? Did I sleep with Duncan? A part of me breathes a sigh of relief knowing that I married someone I knew, but then another part of me panics.

  Oh, god… I was a virgin and now I'm not.

  I bury my face in my hands when embarrassment swells inside of me.

  “Come on, Naomi, think,” I say to myself, thinking back to when I was working last night.

  I saw Duncan out of nowhere, he wasn’t happy with what I was wearing, I made rounds, and then a man grabbed me.

  “We came back up here,” I say with realization.

  We drank some sort of expensive whiskey.

  He massaged my feet.

  It felt damn good.

  And then we drank some more.

  I swing my legs over the edge of the mattress when I see a dress on the floor. Everything after that is a bit of a blur until I truly focus on the ring. It robs me of my breath. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and dreamed of.