I run my hands through my belly, caressing my soft skin slowly.
I’ve wanted a baby ever since I got my first doll. The little thing would cry, and I would play with it until it calmed down. Then I would get mad when someone made a noise and the doll cried again.
I know that most women want it all. The family and the career. That’s not for me.
Daughter of one of the richest men in the country, I married well. Not for love, but for my father’s interest.
Fortunately, the guy is hot as hell.
I glance at my new husband. People are cheering us to kiss again, and he leans into me to do as the crowd commands.
I smile at him when he moves away.
I understand what’s expected of me.
Smile. Be polite. Be the trophy wife. Have a baby.
That’s the point of all this.
Just like my father, Andrew is rich and powerful. And he needs an heir to his empire. That’s why he wants a wife. To give him a kid and eventually make him even richer when I get everything my father owns after he passes away.
The night rushes in front of my eyes, between drinks, smiles, and kisses. The kisses become passionate with the drinks, and suddenly it’s time for me and my new husband to go to our suite.
We go up to the last floor in the hotel, always in silence. As if after all the kisses and smiles, there’s nothing to say when in reality we barely know each other.
Andrew slips the key card on the door, and it opens with a bip.
He waits for me to enter, and I walk into the suite, taking in the room. I’m welcomed by a living room with a big TV and several couches. There’s a door to my left and from what I can see, there’s a bathroom there. There are two more doors, and I approach the first one. Is this a two-bedroom suite?
I don’t know if I’m disappointed or relieved when I open the door and see a small office. Just two chairs in front of a desk, some shelves, and an executive chair behind the desk. I guess some of the clients of the hotel do business here.
That leaves the other door as the bedroom.
I feel Andrew following me through the room to the bedroom door. I open it slowly, not sure about what I’m expecting.
The inside surprises me.
The bed is big enough for at least five people. The floor and the bed are sprinkled with red roses petals, and I a table with champagne and strawberries.
Next to the bed are some sex toys, and lubricants. I wasn’t expecting that one.
There’s another door in the room, that I suppose leads to the bathroom.
I feel Andrew approaching me from behind, and I turn to face him. He’s holding a small velvet box, and I stare at him surprised.
“I got you something,” he says, opening the box.
I look at the golden bracelet with small diamonds, suddenly not sure about what to say.
“You don’t like it?”
His question snaps me out of my astonished state, and I run my fingers through the jewelry.
“It’s perfect. I love it, thanks.”
He smiles, satisfied with my reply.
Before I can move my hand away, he catches it, caressing my fingers with his. His touch gives me goosebumps, and I bite my lips softly.
I know what’s expected from me. But can I just have sex with a man I barely know?
There’s no doubt for me. Andrew being around my age and attractive just makes things easier. Having a baby is my main goal. This is my chance to get what I want.
I kill the distance between us and kiss him softly. He takes a second to react, maybe expecting me to offer some resistance to sleeping with him before I know him better. That’s what anyone else would do. But not me, I’ve known all my life this was going to happen eventually. This is what I’ve been preparing all along.
Andrew pulls me closer to him, and his body pressing into me and making the kiss deeper. He teases my lips, and I let his tongue slip on my mouth, tasting me. I moan when his hands cup my breasts through my wedding dress, and I break the kiss, turning my back to him, so he can unbutton my dress.
I feel his hands tremble against my skin while he removes my dress and reveals my white lingerie. I turn to face him again and find him staring at my body.
“You’re even more beautiful than I was expecting.”
His words turn my body into fire, and I feel my lace panties getting wet. I pull him closer to me again, and reach down to cup his hard cock. I unzip his pants and pull him out, stroking it. I lean down to kneel in front of him, but Andrew holds me by the arm, stopping me.
I look at him surprised.
“Tonight is all about you.” He says, taking me in his arms, and laying me in the middle of the bed.
I look while he undresses slowly, putting on a show to me.
I reach to my lingerie, but he shakes his head.
“I want to be the one who takes all that gorgeous lingerie off.”
I wasn’t expecting the way he talks to me, and it only makes me horny.
When he’s done with his clothes, he lays on the bed next to me, his hand resting on my waist while he kisses me softly.
I pull him on top of me, and kiss him harder, in need to feel more of him. Andrew caresses my breasts through my clothes, and finds the frontal clasp to free my tits. He immediately cups them, teasing my nipples with his fingers before he takes one in his mouth and sucks.
I gasp, with the unexpected pleasure and hold his head in place, afraid that he’ll stop the wonderful things he’s doing to me.
He moves to the other nipple, and his hand traces a path through my stomach to my panties. I open my legs to him, giving him access and begging him silently to make me feel more. Andrew runs a finger through my panties, feeling me through the fabric, and I moan.
“You’re so wet. I want to taste you.”
Andrew kneels between my legs, removing my panties, and taking in my naked body for the first time. I was expecting to feel shy, but some how I feel empowered.
He holds my legs over his shoulders and kisses my knees, going up with slow teasing kisses and nibbles, until he reaches my hot pussy. I tremble when I feel his breath on my clit right before he starts licking and sucking. I moan, grabbing a handful of sheets, and biting my lips to stop myself from screaming in pleasure.
When he pushes a finger inside me while teasing my clit, I lose all the remaining control I still had.
“Oh, god, yes!” I hear myself saying between moans.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I feel the waves of pleasure, holding him in place with my legs. When the waves of pleasure start slowing down, I lose my grip on him, and he moves on top of me, until his lips are a few inches away from mine.
Andrew gives me a passionate kiss. I kiss him back, feeling his hard cock between my legs. I feel him reaching down between our bodies, and his tip teases my entrance.
He enters me slowly.
Everyone told me to expect some pain the first time, but all I feel is pleasure. He stops when he feels the barrier, and stares at me for a few seconds, shocked.
I reach down, and holding his butt, I pull him into me,until he’s completely inside me. We both gasp with the sensation, my pussy getting stretched by his cock.
Andrew gives a few seconds to get used to the invasion, before he starts moving slowly. Every movement takes me back to the pleasure I was feeling, and I realize I’m about to have a second orgasm.
“Please, faster,” I say between moans.
He does as I say, and starts pounding me faster and harder with every thrust, until I come with a strained scream. My pussy clenches around his dick, and I feel him spill his seed inside me with a groan, while he buries his face on my neck.
We stay like that for awhile, and I feel him soften inside me. For some reason I can’t understand, that makes me feel connected to him in a different way than the amazing orgasm he just gave me.
When Andrew moves away from me, he pulls me into his body, holding me close.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
I nod, smiling.
He might not be how I was expecting, but that’s a good thing. All I want is a baby, and that won’t change. My plan was to only have sex with my husband to get pregnant, but now that I know how he can make me feel . . . Well, let’s just say that I’ll have to adjust my plan.
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