By His Vow: A Billionaire Arranged Marriage Romance
By His Vow: Chapter 57

My suit feels too small for my body as I stand there staring at my wife in only her sexy panties and garter.

She’s blown me away today in so many different ways. Everything about her has been perfect. From the way she looked as she walked down the aisle toward me, to her desperation for me when I backed her up against the wall in the office, to the way she gazed up at me as I made my speech—a speech that was nowhere near as full of bullshit as I feared it would be when I first thought about having to write it. Every single word I said about my bride was true. Painfully true. And then the way her body moved so perfectly against mine as we danced together only moments ago…

For a fake wedding, it’s been very fucking real.

And as I stand before her now as she bares herself to me, it feels even more authentic than ever.

My heart pounds erratically in my chest, my hands tremble, and my cock throbs.

My need for this woman is growing by the day and I fear that no amount of time, or rounds in bed, will sate it.

“King,” she whispers almost nervously as all I do is stare at her.

Fuck. I’m so fucking enthralled by her right now.

Her breath catches as I take a step forward, my shoes brushing against the billowing fabric of her dress.

The image I painted for her as we danced earlier plays out in my mind, and before I know what I’m doing, I have my hands around her waist and I’m lifting her from the floor.

“Kingston,” she squeals as I launch her onto the bed.

She bounces, her tits jiggling before she settles right in the middle like a fucking offering.

Planting her feet on the comforter beneath her, she spreads her thighs. She’s still wearing her heels, and it’s the first time I’ve seen them thanks to the huge dress. But fuck…they can stay.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes dropping between her legs in favor of the scrap of lace covering her pussy.

“See something you like, husband?” she taunts. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation. She owns her sexuality completely, and fuck if it isn’t the biggest fucking turn-on.

I rub my jaw, doing anything I can to stop myself from jumping on her and taking exactly what I need.

To be fair, I don’t think she’d complain if I did. But she deserves more than a quick but explosive fuck for her wedding night.

It should be the best fucking night of her life.

“Yeah,” I confess, letting my eyes roam over every inch of her before pausing on the garter. “I see a lot that I really fucking like.”

“Seems a little one-sided right now, don’t you think?” she asks before her eyes drop to my fully-clothed body.

“Pretty sure you can see perfectly well what you’re doing to me,” I confess, palming my cock through my pants.

I’m so fucking hard it’s not even funny.

“Not good enough. I want to see what I got out of this deal. Show me the goods, Mr. Callahan.”

Unable to refuse her orders, my hand lifts to the tie around my neck and I pull it free before dropping it to the end of the bed. Who knows, that just might come in handy later.

An image of my girl on her knees with her hands bound behind her back by the tie I was wearing when she gave herself to me pops up and does all kinds of unspeakable things to me.

Slowly, I make my way down the buttons on my shirt, exposing an inch of skin at a time.

She hungrily eats it all up, her eyes wider with each bit of progress I make.

“You always have been an infuriating motherfucker,” Tatum scoffs, unimpressed with my speed.

I smirk, making a show of ripping my waistband open.

“Kingston,” she warns.

I’ve never really been into delayed gratification. But there is something very, very amusing about building Tatum up until she looks like she’s going to explode. I’ve never considered myself a stripper, either, but it seems I might be doing an okay job of that too.

After toeing my shoes off, I tuck my pants from my feet and stand at the foot of the bed in just my boxers.

“More,” she demands. “Let me see what I’ve got to work with.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be more than satisfied,” I muse as she pushes herself up until she’s sitting before me.

Her eyes drop from mine in favor of my body, and the second she locks her gaze on my dick, it visibly jerks.

Before I get a chance to push my underwear from my hips, she reaches out and does it for me.

My cock bounces free, hard and desperate. The tip glistens with precum, and it only gets worse when Tatum licks her lips.

“Baby,” I groan. This wasn’t what I was planning.

I should be focusing on her. But⁠—

“Oh fuck, you little fucking brat,” I bark when she drags her tongue up the length of my cock before sucking on the head like it’s her personal popsicle.

My head falls back as pleasure rockets through me. My cock jerks violently in her mouth, my balls already threatening to draw up.

On autopilot, my fingers sink into her hair, instantly ruining her pretty updo.

“Jesus,” I grunt when she takes me right to the back of her throat. “I married a filthy whore, didn’t I, baby?”

She stares up at me with wide, watery eyes. I’m pretty sure she’d nod if she could.

While one hand helps work my cock alongside her mouth, the other grasps my ass tightly, her long, manicured nails digging into my skin and sending a bolt of pain right to my balls.

“Anyone would think you want my cum, Brat.”

She releases me for a beat, sucking in a deep breath before she takes me again. But before she gets a chance to wrap those pretty lips around me again, I tighten my grip on her hair and drag her back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting us. My stomach flips at the sight of her pouting because she wants my dick.

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“Later,” I growl, although it’s fucking painful to do so. I’d happily spend the rest of the night with her bobbing up and down on my dick.

I release her with a gentle push, and she falls back onto the bed.

“Beautiful,” I muse before crawling onto the edge and reaching for her panties.

Tucking my fingers under the delicate lace, I drag them down her thighs, over the garter, and then off her feet.

Bundling the scrap of fabric in my hand, I lift them to my nose and inhale.

“Delicious,” I mutter, keeping my eyes on her heated ones.

“Kingston, please,” she begs. It’s like music to my fucking ears.

With a smirk, I drop her panties to the bed and spread her legs wide, taking in the sight of her swollen, glistening pussy.

My mouth waters, but I don’t immediately dive for it like we both want. Instead, I descend on her lips, licking into her mouth like we’ve got all the time in the world.

She trembles under my touch, and it only gets worse as I move down her body.

Her moans and mewls, and her demands for more, get louder and more insistent as I circle her nipples, driving her crazy before I finally suck one and then the other into my mouth.

Her fingers thread through my hair, her grip tight as she tries to take control, to force me where she wants me, but she isn’t very successful.

I’m the one in charge, and I will tease her until I’m ready to give her more.

I glance at the headboard, regretting not asking them to switch it out so that she’d have something to hold onto. I consider the tie, but that would mean stopping, and like fuck am I stopping right now.

Her skin is too sweet, too soft, the scent of her arousal too addictive. Nothing could rip me away from my woman right now. Hell, the entire place could go up around us and I’m pretty sure I would just let it happen.

“Kingston, please. I need you to touch me,” she cries, her back arching off the bed, her heels digging into my ass hard enough to make my breath catch.

“I am touching you,” I say, letting my lips move across her stomach.

“Fuck. You’re a pain in my ass.”

“No,” I counter. “I’m pretty sure that’s you right now.” Her heels dig in harder. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drawn blood.

Fucking bring it on. I’ll wear her marks proudly.

“For all the good it’s doing,” she mutters irritably, making me laugh.

“What is it you really want, baby? Tell me, and I might just give it to you.”

I glance up her body in time to see her lips pursed in frustration.

My little brat is used to getting her way, although something tells me that her pussy is wetter because she’s not.

Reaching behind me, I unhook her ankles. Placing one over my shoulder, I press a kiss to the other, loving the way she squirms as my lips connect with her heated skin.

“God,” she moans when I continue kissing down her leg.

Her hips roll and her hands fist the sheets beneath her.

So fucking sexy.

And all fucking mine.

I take my time working all the way down one leg, letting her think that she’s close to getting what she wants before I sit back up and start on the other.

“Fucking tease,” she snaps.

“It’ll be worth it,” I promise before repeating the kisses, licks, and nips I treated the other leg to.

By the time I’m at her thigh, she’s trembling violently beneath me.

“Oh god yes, please, please,” she breathes when I drop to my stomach between her legs and take a deep breath.

My mouth waters, ensuring my time holding back is shattered as I lean forward and suck on her swollen clit.

Her taste floods my mouth and my cock weeps for her.

“Yes, Kingston,” she screams as she bucks against my face, riding me and trying to get more.

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I hold her tightly, taking control back from her again.

I eat her until she’s trying to rip my hair from my head and my self-control is at the breaking point.

“Kingston,” she sobs, when I pull back from her, not letting her fall again. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t give me what I need,” she hisses.

Chuckling, I give her exactly that, finally letting her fall and delighting in the sound of my name bouncing off the walls around us as she does.

I work her through her release before climbing to my knees and settling with her legs wrapped around my waist.

After making a show of licking her taste from my lips, I grab my cock and run it through her slick pussy.

The second I push the head inside her, her muscles ripple, desperately trying to suck me in.

“Fuck me, King. Please, fuck me.”

“Jesus, Tatum,” I grunt before punching my hips forward and giving her exactly what we both need.

I clench my jaw as her wet heat takes me so perfectly.

Pausing deep inside her, I circle my hips, ensuring I hit all the spots that make her cry out again.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I blurt.

This might have been designed as a business transaction, but right now, as her body molds to mine in the most perfect way, it feels so much more like that.

To stop me from confessing anything else that I’m not going to be able to take back, I plant my palms on either side of her head and steal her lips, letting her taste herself on me and licking deep into her mouth, claiming her as mine in every way that I can.

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