By His Vow: A Billionaire Arranged Marriage Romance

I crawl closer, staring down at her with what I’m sure is nothing but awe in my eyes as I drag her panties down her legs.

She’s fucking magnificent.

The flush on her cheeks that spreads down to her chest, the fullness of her tits, and her pink peaked nipples that are begging for my mouth. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hips and the⁠—

Gripping her knees, I force her legs wide, exposing her to me.

My eyes hold hers for a second longer, letting her see everything I’m feeling right now before they drop and sweet fucking shit…

If that isn’t the holy grail of pussy, then I don’t know what fucking is.

Her skin is smooth, pink, glistening, and ready. No, desperate.

I know the fucking feeling.

Fuck. I can already see how fucking perfect it’s going to look, stretched wide around my cock. I can feel her squeezing down on me. I can feel her rippling as she comes all over me.

My cock weeps for her, desperate to feel everything I’ve been vividly imagining.

“Kingston,” she moans, rolling her hips in the hope of enticing me closer.

So un-fucking-necessary.

Leaning over her, I plant my hand beside her head and duck down to claim her lips again.

Kissing has always just been a prelude to the real thing in the past, but one sweep of her tongue against mine, and I suddenly understand what all the fuss is about.

It’s so much more than just a warm-up.

She trembles as I slide my other hand up and down her body, touching every inch I can and learning the lines of her curves.

I groan as she drags her nails down my back, trying to speed me up.

Fuck. I don’t need any fucking encouragement, but I’m trying to do this right.

She deserves more than a quick fuck to find our releases.

This is…this is more than that.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to⁠—”

“What, baby?” I ask, my lips tracing across her jaw. “What are you going to do?”

Sliding my hand down her stomach, I push myself up so I can look into her eyes as I give her what she needs.

I push my hand between her thighs, my fingertips dancing over her sensitive skin.

Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate.

“Please,” she whimpers, her hips jumping from the bed to try and force my hand.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you, Tatum?” I muse.

“I need you to touch me, King.”

My chest swells, hearing her call me that.

Fuck yeah.

“OH MY GOD,” she screams when I push my hand lower and plunge two fingers inside her.

“Eyes, Tatum. I need you to know who’s doing this to you.”

“I know,” she pants. “Trust me, I know.”

As I pump my fingers in and out of her, watching her fight to keep her eyes on me as her fingers twist in the sheets, I can’t help but remember who this is beneath me.

My best friend’s little sister.

I never had to promise him that I’d never go after her. It was more than obvious that neither of us could stand each other from a very young age.

My smirk grows. Just look at how that turned out.

“Good. And don’t fucking forget it.”

I kiss her again, fucking her mouth just like I am her pussy until she’s trembling and chasing her release.

“King, please,” she gasps the second I release her lips.

“Not yet, baby.”

“Oh god, yes,” she cries when I crawl down her body and drop onto my stomach between her thighs.

“Been looking forward to my dessert,” I confess before leaning forward and licking up her pussy, letting her taste flood my mouth. “Fucking delicious,” I mutter before diving back for more.

With my mouth on her clit and my fingers deep in her cunt, I work her until her back arches off the bed and she screams out my name.

Makes me feel like the motherfucking king that I am.

I kiss and lick my way up her body. Her fingers twist in my hair in an attempt to make me move faster.

The second I’m within reaching distance, she lifts from the bed and swipes her tongue across my lips, tasting herself.

“Filthy,” I muse before deepening the kiss once more as I wrap her legs around my waist.

My dick brushes against her pussy, the heat of her practically burning me.

Her nails scratch my scalp before she begins clawing at my shoulders. She’s rough enough to draw blood, and I fucking love it.

“Animal,” I mutter as I reach for myself and press the thick head of my cock against her entrance.

Her muscles ripple, desperately trying to suck me deeper.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I attempt to dig up some self-control so I don’t blow the second I push inside her.

I’ve been with more women than I care to even try to count, but none of them matter. Right now, this moment. It feels like the first time all over again.

“King, I need you,” Tatum begs, her wide, dark eyes staring up at me.

“Fuck. Hearing you say that does things to me.”

She circles her hips and I grit my teeth.

“Please,” she whispers. The plea is so quiet, so soft, I’m not even sure it’s real, but it’s enough to shatter the thin grip I have on my control.

My hips punch forward, and I fill her pussy in one swift move.

She cries out as her body fights to adjust to my size.

I, however, just grit my teeth and fight to hold still.

“Move, please,” she begs, her hands sliding down my back to grab my ass and pull me even deeper.

“Fuck,” I groan as her pussy ripples.

I was wrong earlier.

This is better than anything my imagination could come up with.

“Tatum, you feel fucking incredible,” I groan through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me, King,” she whispers. “Let me feel you.”

Dropping my head to hers, I hold her eye contact, our increased breaths mingling as I do as she suggests.

All the air punches from my lungs as I pull out and then push back inside.

Fuck.

We’ve barely started, and I already know this is going to be the hottest sex of my life.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I angle her head exactly as I want her and crush my lips to hers. She groans, her legs tightening around me as I increase the pace.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries into our kiss.

It’s wet, frantic and desperate.

Our hands are everywhere, scratching and groping as our movements become more and more erratic.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” Tatum begins chanting, her pussy clamping down on my dick as she approaches the end.

Sitting back on my ankles, I grip her hip in one hand while pressing my thumb from the other against her clit.

“Not God, baby,” I taunt, our eyes locked as she begins to lose control. I press harder before circling the little bud of nerves. “Your king.”

“Oh fuuuuuck. Kingston,” she cries, her body convulsing as she falls over the edge.

She squeezes me impossibly tight, leaving me with no other choice but to crash with her.

My dick jerks violently inside her, filling her with everything I’ve got.

I don’t realize that I’ve collapsed on top of her until she shoves at my shoulder, trying to remove my weight.

“Oh shit,” I grunt, rolling to the side.

She tries to slide away, but I’m not ready for that. Nowhere fucking near, in fact.

“No,” I grunt, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

“King,” she shrieks as I roll onto my back and take her with me.

Her legs land on either side of my hips, her chest pressed tightly against mine.

My heart still races, and something tells me that hers is too.

My dick rests happily beneath her pussy, the thought of my cum leaking out of her right this second making it stir again.

Resting her head against my chest, she lets out a sated sigh as I run my hand down her back.

“That was⁠—”

“Incredible,” I finish for her.

“Unexpected and reckless,” she corrects, an edge of anger in her tone.

I know what I just did, but I’m not sorry about it. There was no way there was going to be anything between us.

“Why? Did you think I was going to be a fumbling idiot?” I laugh, choosing to focus on her first comment.

She chuckles her frustration ebbing away. “I think we both know that you’ve had enough practice to ensure that wouldn’t be the case.”

“So, what’s so unexpected?”

She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and a little unease begins to trickle through my veins.

“I thought…” she starts but quickly cuts herself off when she moves her hand, her new ring catching her eye.

She holds it up, admiring it.

I’m not normally a jewelry kinda man, but even I can admit that it’s a beautiful ring. It called to me the day I went shopping. I’ve no idea how, but the second I saw it, I knew it was meant for her.

“I thought that once we’d done that, it would be out of my system and I’d be able to put it behind me and move on,” she says absently, as if she’s talking to herself.

“But now?” I ask, my deep voice startling her.

“I…” She sighs before finally looking up at me.

My breath catches at the honesty in her eyes.

“I want to do it again already,” she confesses.

I swallow thickly. My cock is already prepared for round two.

I thrust up, letting her feel just how much I agree with her before I lay my arms out on the bed at my sides.

“Use me, baby. Take everything you need from me.”

“King,” she whispers, dropping her gaze to my chest.

Reaching out, I tuck two fingers under her chin to force her eyes back to mine.

“What, baby?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It complicates things.”

“Does it, though? Because to me, right now,” I say, grinding myself against her again, “it feels like the simplest, most obvious thing in the world.”

I flip us again, finding my home between her thighs and sliding back inside her.

Both of us sigh with pleasure. A million and one things are dancing on the tip of her tongue, but I silence all of them with another earth-shattering kiss.

This time isn’t as frantic or as desperate as the first time.

We needed that to take the edge off.

This time is gentler, slower, but it’s no less full of passion and desire.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and for now, I refuse to think too much about that, because the truth of what’s building between us is nothing but terrifying.

It’s a business deal, and this right here is one of the benefits.

And just like that, I manage to spend the rest of the night lying to myself as we reap the benefits of this arrangement over and over until we both pass out, exhausted and sated, knowing that we’ve got a whole year to worry about what’s really happening here.

Not that it really matters. Right now, we’re in a bubble. A bubble where the outside world doesn’t factor. But come Monday when we return to Chicago, everything is going to change all over again.

We won’t just be two people letting the world see our relationship developing. We’re going to be an engaged couple with a fast-approaching wedding.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

She just doesn’t know that part yet.