Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (44 page)

Danielle had never been one to have sex with strangers, except for that single one night stand. She figured it had to be something about white boys as Ray put his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her.
She
closed her eyes and parted her lips
to
him. She felt his tongue, like velvet against hers. His fingers gripped her rounded hips, but he didn’t hurt her.

The room was dark, the only light coming from a fat silver moon which hung high over Las Vegas. The windows were open so the moonlight could
come
in, and below
them,
there were flashes of lights, red and blues and yellows, a thousand signs in front of a thousand hotels and casinos and little places to get a shotgun wedding.

Ray wasn’t wasting time. He gripped the underside of Danielle’s vodka soaked shirt and tugged it up. She looked for somewhere to put her beer, but there was nowhere. Ray took it from her and tossed it to the floor where the dark amber colored liquid chugged from the bottle, staining the carpet.

When her shirt was off, Ray had a hold of it, and he tossed it to the floor as well. They kissed again, their lips and tongues like one instead of two. His hands explored her torso,
strong
and soft together across her flat stomach, and up over her ribs.

He found her breasts, still clad in the red bra. Fingers slid under the cups, brushed against nipples which hardened
instantly
. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp, and then the bra was off, joining the beer and her shirt on the floor. He bent his head, and his lips went to her nipples. He nipped at her sensitive rosebuds, licked at them with the tip of his tongue.

Danielle moaned. Her arms went around him, one on the back of his bare torso, the other to his hair as he sucked on her tit. His hand was
at
the other, gripping her, groping her. Her nipple was hard and rubbing against his palm. Danielle felt herself yearning for him,
a passionate
heat growing between her legs.

“Bed,” she moaned, and his lips pulled from her breasts. He nodded, and then they were kissing again as he stepped forward and
she
back pedaled
, and they fell upon a large, soft bed. She spread her legs, forcing her skirt to hike up towards her hips. Ray positioned himself between her, arching his
back,
so his crotch rubbed against hers, his rigid member evident beneath his
liquor-soaked
swim trunks against her wet slit, hidden beneath the silky material of her panties.

Danielle wasn’t thinking straight, she knew that, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t anything like those women out in the living room, dancing with their breasts out, letting men rub all over her, but there she was, about to fuck a man she didn’t even know, and
she
knew it was
exactly
what she wanted.

Danielle had been with big men before,
in terms of
penis size. The one white guy she had slept with had the smallest dick, and she had always assumed it was true what they said about black guys and white guys. But Ray put that notion to rest, in the dark bedroom, when she reached down and slid her hand past the waistband of his trunks. His cock was hard and pulsing. And it was huge. Bigger and thicker than any cock she had ever touched. She wrapped her slender fingers around it, jerking him back and forth as his lips found hers once more. He tasted like vodka, and it made her head spin.

Then the man was pulling away, and it made her hand slip off of his erect member. He knelt at the end of the bed, and came forward again, sliding downwards. He planted a kiss on her
hip
and went downwards until he reached her skirt. He gripped it
in
his strong hands and pulled it down, and she lifted her ass off of the bed to help the process along. Ray tossed her skirt over his
shoulder,
and it left Danielle nude except for her panties, which were red and mostly see through.

Ray went back to his kissing, his lips trailing down over her panties, and onto the sensitive black skin of her inner thighs. She was wet, soaked, her desire for the man more intense than any desire she had ever felt.

“I’m going to make you come,” Ray whispered to her in the dark. From outside the
room,
there was the dull thumping of the music, a remembrance that there was a party going on. Beyond that, it felt to Danielle as though she and the rich man were the only people on Earth.

With one hand Ray held the crotch of her panties aside. With the other he ran a finger up her slit, stopping to rub on her engorged clitoris. Danielle groaned, throwing her head back.

Those red see through panties were quickly pulled off and deposited on the floor with all of her other clothes, and then a new sensation replaced Ray’s finger on her pussy. He was licking her, the tip of his wet tongue sliding up and down her slit, probing. He spent time working on her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue while he slid a finger into her pussy, and then two.

She had never wanted a man more, wanted his cock inside of her, but she didn’t want him to stop either. He made true on his promise, he said he was going to make her come, and Ray did just that.

It took hardly any time, and if Danielle could have felt anything but an explosion of intense pleasure emanating from her pussy and spreading through her body, causing her toes to curl as he used his tongue to make her come, she would have been a bit embarrassed. It had been a little bit since her last boyfriend, and she hadn’t fucked anyone since then.

She
shook with orgasm, her hands going to the back of his head, trying to find hair long enough to grip onto but failing. She almost doubled over, as the wave of pleasure rolled through her core, and for a
moment,
she didn’t think it would abate.
Finally,
it did, and Ray was grinning up
to
her from between her legs.

“You on the pill?” he asked, and Danielle nodded. She was, even though her sex life was about as dead as the dinosaurs. “Good,” the man said, and he stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his swim trunks down. He stepped out of them, climbing back onto the bed. He moved upwards, kissing up her stomach, and then stopping
for a moment
to suck on one brown nipple. He moved on, his lips moving up her neck, to her lips. She spread her legs to him, still wet, still yearning for him even as she fought to regain control of her breathing. She reached down, took his throbbing dick in hand, and guided him inside of her.

He was large, and for a moment Danielle was worried it would be uncomfortable, but he pushed deep inside her, and then pulled out, and after a few more thrusts it was fine, and the discomfort was gone, replaced by nothing but pure bliss.

Ray was gentle, but he was in control. She reached up for his face, but it took her hand by the wrist and pushed it away, holding her down as he grinned and dipped his head so he could nip softly at her nipple.

His pace grew quicker, but as it seemed as though he was nearing completion he stopped and pulled suddenly out of her.

“Turn over,” he commanded, and Danielle did so.

“Are you used to getting what you want?” the black woman breathed, and she heard the man laugh as she lifted herself up on her elbows and knees.

His strong hands found her round ass, squeezing onto her cheeks almost painfully. The bulbous head of his cock pushed
against
her wet slit, and then he shoved his hips forward, and he was inside her once more.

He pulled one hand away from her ass, and then sent it down swiftly, slapping onto her skin and causing her to yell out. He slapped her ass again, and then he was grunting, gripping her by the hips and pulling her roughly
backwards
as he shoved forward and came. His cock jumped in her tight snatch, and his semen filled her pussy.

He collapsed on top of her, panting. Their bodies
were covered
in a light sheen of sweat. He kissed her, and then pulled his still hard cock out of her and rolled over to lie next to her.

“That was
amazing
,” he said.

Danielle grinned.“I agree.”

He looked
to
her and laughed. Then the
laugh
faded
and he propped himself up on his elbow.

“So about marrying me,” he said.

3

Danielle had almost forgotten about Ray asking her to marry him. But here he was, doing it again.

“I don’t know you,” she said.

“You know me better now,” Ray cracked. She couldn’t help but laugh, and she glanced down to see his cock, shining with her juices, throbbing in the pale light
from
the moon. He was in between hard and normal, and it still looked
absolutely
massive.

“I do know you better. But
you’re not really being
serious, are you?”

Ray sighed, and he nodded his head. “Look, I’m going to lay it all out there. My father and I don’t get along. I didn’t go to
college,
it pissed him off. I’m not too interested in taking over the family
business,
it pissed him off.”

Danielle wondered how someone took over the family business when the
business
was investing money
into
films, but she didn’t say anything, and Ray went on. “Long story short, is he thinks I need to do something with my life. I’ve never had a serious girlfriend, and this is what
he
’s
digging into
. He wants me to get married. He thinks if I marry, it will make me figure out what else I want out of life.”

“So you want to marry me?” Danielle asked, confused?

“To put it bluntly, my father is
old-fashioned
. That’s a polite way of saying if I marry a black
woman,
he’ll lose his mind.”

Danielle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She sat up, and then quickly got out of the bed. “What’s a polite way to tell you to fuck off?” she asked, bending and grabbing her panties and pulling them on.

“I’ll pay you a million dollars. Marry me. Six months. We can get divorced after, and I’ll give you a million dollars. I don’t want to be married, but if it keeps my father from cutting me off, I can work with it. In six months, that’s long enough to seem like I made an effort, and I can go back to partying, and you can come back here, a million dollars richer. You go to school?”

Danielle nodded. She put her bra back on, and then looked to the man.

“It’s expensive, right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“So take a million dollars. Live with me for half a year. It will be like a vacation. Take a semester
off, then
come back and do your thing, with a little bit of money.”

“A million dollars isn’t a little bit of money,” Danielle said.

“Think about it,” Ray said. “But don’t take too long. Vegas is the perfect place to tie the knot, don’t you think?

4

Two days after Ray had fucked Danielle, she was standing
inside
a small white chapel, and a man dressed like Elvis was reading vows. She had struggled to come to a decision, but ultimately the money wasn’t something she could pass up, and she knew Ray was
good
for it.

It only took ten minutes, and then she
was married
. Mrs. Danielle Ferris. One of Ray’s friends was there to witness it, but when they left he got in his
own
car and drove off, and Danielle climbed into the passenger seat of Ray’s car. It was as black as tar and freshly shined, and the young rich white man made the engine roar as they raced back to his hotel. The penthouse suite was empty and clean, and they sat on the couch awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“I could write you the check now,” Ray said. “If you promise to stay for six months. You can put it in the bank later today, grow some interest on it.”

“Alright,” Danielle said. Speaking of their arrangement made her feel strange, and almost a little dirty. It didn’t seem right, but she wasn’t in a position to turn down a million dollars. Ray got up and wrote her a check, and then she slid it into her purse. She was wearing a white sundress, thin and short. He wore a
button-up
shirt and a tie, both purple. He looked quite handsome, and Danielle found herself thinking about the sweaty and exhilarating sex they had two nights before.

“Do you want a drink?” Ray asked, and she laughed.

“God yes,” she said.

He poured her one, and then made one for himself, and they sat together again.

“I should get to know you,” Ray said.

“Okay,” Danielle said.

“Then let’s play a game,” he said. “I’ll ask you a
question,
and if
it’s to
personal for you to answer truthfully, you have to remove an article of clothing. I’ll do the same.”