Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida

ChapterSix

Drake ran along the beach,unsure how long he’d been running. The past few days, his routine had been the same: roll out of bed while it was still dark, while his wife slept, and slip out of the bungalow. He found something to distract himself and didn’t return until late evening. Drake was exhausted when he returned and erected a pillow barrier between them before crawling into his side of the bed. He rolled to face the wall and fell asleep.

On the first night of their honeymoon, Drake watched Alessandra perform her bedtime routine and wanted to wrap her in his arms. The desire to consume her was so strong it scared him. He put a pillow between them to stop from rolling her beneath him.

She frowned when she looked at the bed but didn’t say anything. She rolled to face the other wall and curled up into herself. Alessandra whispered goodnight in the darkness, and like a pussy, he didn’t respond.

Alessandra called to Drake’s depraved urges, which scared his ex-fiancée. Alessandra’s body oozed sensuality and begged for sex. He couldn’t stop dreaming about shoving his cock down her velvety throat while her lips curled around him. He pushed his body past the limit in punishment for the twitching of his nether region. As if running from his thoughts made a difference.

Once again, he returned to the room that evening and placed the barrier between them. But the breeze off the open patio caused Alessandra’s scent to waft around him. It made resisting almost unbearable. Again, Alessandra whispered goodnight, but he didn’t respond. He told himself he was doing this for her benefit, even if it made them both miserable.

It was the middle of the night when muffled sobs woke him. Drake froze and listened to Alessandra weep. The ice around his heart slowly thawed when he forced himself to acknowledge her pain.

God help them. He was done resisting. Drake removed the pillow between them and pulled Alessandra into his arms. She rolled over and cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry, bella,” he whispered as he stroked her hair.

It had been his suggestion they take the trip, and he hadn’t done right by his wife. Reality settled over him like a cruel mistress. He was just another asshole for hurting her; she deserved better than him.

His cock didn’t care that she was crying and begged for attention. Drake wanted to kiss every tear away and worship her body until she cried tears of pleasure. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time. Seeing to her emotional needs was more important than his physical ones.

He held her long after her tears dried up and her breathing evened. Intimacy wasn’t Drake’s strong suit. The idea that he could care for Alessandra bode poorly for them both. But he couldn’t deny how warm her body felt pressed against him, like an extension of his being.

The following day, he ran along the beach, meeting little resistance from the wet sand near the surf. Drake’s mind continually wandered back to Alessandra and what she was doing without him. Long after she’d fallen asleep in his arms, he had stared at the ceiling, wondering where they would go from there. She’d plagued his thoughts for months and seemed determined to continue to do so.

Drake entered the room and stripped off his sweat-soaked athletic wear. The bathroom door was unlocked, and the shower was running. He silently slipped into the steamy bathroom—glimpsing Alessandra’s wet, soap-slicked body—and shut the door quietly behind him.

“You should lock the door if you don’t want company.”

Alessandra yelped, caught off guard. His cock sprang to life as she spun to face him, offering a full-frontal view of her voluptuous body. He watched the water running in rivulets over her full breasts and down her belly. She was soaked from head to toe, and Drake’s eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy, wondering if it was as wet and warm as the spray.

“Are you crazy, Drake?” she hissed.

“I just want a shower. Are you going to make room for me?”

He smirked at her bewildered expression of his own naked display. Drake wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked the shaft for her benefit until pre-cum beaded on the tip. He groaned as his thick length pulsed, proud and needy. Unfulfilled desire hung in the heat between them.

“Invite me in, bella,” he spoke languidly.

“Come in, Drake.” Her breathy response made him chuckle.

He stepped beneath the warm spray and ran his hands through his hair. Alessandra blinked up at him. He caressed her cheek and delighted in how she leaned into his touch.

“Drake—” she mewled.

That was enough to break his restraint, and he pushed her against the cool marble wall. He descended like a vampire, biting ferociously, leaving marks before soothing them with his tongue. A primitive virile need to claim Alessandra overwhelmed him—the beast within purred as her body responded immediately, becoming soft and pliant to his demands.

Needy, desperate moans assailed Drake’s ears as he pinched and rolled Alessandra’s nipples, not caring to be gentle. His eyes lifted to her face, watching with fascination as her head fell back while he flicked his tongue over the stiffened peaks.

He grabbed her wet hair in his fist and pulled her into him, claiming her lips. Their tongues joined in a fevered kiss. He couldn’t deny how delicious she was, and nothing would stop him from tasting her other lips.

Drake roughly parted Alessandra’s legs with his knee and inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, pushing past the resistance of her tight heat. He moved his hand hard and fast, not giving her time to adjust. Her body trembled, and she grabbed his forearm for stability.

“You’re so fucking tight, Alessandra. Your greedy cunt’s trying to pull my fingers in deep. Were you fantasizing about me, hoping that I’d join you?”

“Drake!” she cried.

He continued pumping his fingers and circled her clit with his thumb. Her walls gripped tighter, and her legs shook as her climax was imminent.

“You’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Y… yes… sir,” she panted.

Drake continued his assault, curling his fingers and bringing her right to the edge. He withdrew when she attempted to grind herself against his palm. He swatted her ass and held onto her cheek.

“Please, Drake. I need to come,” she whimpered.

He brushed the thumb of his other hand across her lower lip and stared into her eyes. He smiled as her tongue chased his thumb. He slipped it into her mouth, and she responded immediately, sucking gently.

“You haven’t earned it yet. Get on your knees, bella. Do a good job, and you will be rewarded.”

Alessandra obeyed him wordlessly. He enjoyed the feel of her hands caressing his abs as they involuntarily flexed. He groaned as she scratched her nails down his thighs so close to where he needed her. When she reached for his throbbing dick, he halted her movements.

“Grab your ankles. I don’t want your hands to be tempted.” Alessandra reached behind her back and grabbed her ankles, opening her body up to him completely. Drake stilled with his hands on his hips, appreciating the vision of his wife on her knees, waiting for him. Wet and unbridled, she was a beautiful, natural submissive. “Good girl. Now open wide because I plan on using your pretty little mouth.”

Drake stroked himself and squeezed another bead of pre-cum from the tip. He groaned at how soft and pillowy her kiss-swollen lips felt as he traced them with his wet head.

“Stick your tongue out,” he said. He tapped his cock against her waiting tongue and fought the urge to thrust uninhibited into her waiting mouth.

“Every time with me will be your first again. Forget any man who has been here before. I’m going to punish you for every hard-on you left me with for the past six months.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided himself into her wet channel.

She tried to move against him shallowly, but he forced himself deep into her mouth. His eyes rolled as he hit the back of her throat. He held her there until she gagged. He relaxed his grip on her hair, allowing her to control the speed and depth. She bobbed on his shaft, running her tongue along the underside.

“That feels amazing, Alessandra. Now relax your velvety throat. I’m going to fuck it.”

His grip tightened, holding her still while he pumped voraciously. He forced his cock deeper than before and didn’t stop his forward movement until her nose pressed against his pelvis. He held her while she looked at him from beneath her long, wet lashes. Drake squeezed her throat with his other hand until she squirmed. He withdrew immediately, taking the cue from her body, allowing her to inhale and splutter before pushing back in.

“You did good, dolcezza. Daddy’s proud of you.” Her emerald eyes were his undoing. A familiar tingle began at the base of his spine, and his balls became tight. “I’m almost there.”

Drake adjusted the angle of Alessandra’s head, one hand in her hair and the other around her neck. He thrust wildly, disappearing entirely within her mouth. She hummed around him, and the subtle vibrations pushed him over the edge.

With a final push, his ass clenched, and he erupted with a roar. Every bit of himself spilled down her welcoming throat. He held her head in place, not letting go until she swallowed every drop of his salty seed.

He withdrew and helped her back to her feet. She swayed slightly, and he pushed her wet locks back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, hoarsely.

“You were incredible, bella.” He pulled her against him and kissed her long and fervently. “You earned your reward. But you cannot come until I give you permission.”

Alessandra nodded under hooded eyes. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath. Drake backed her against the cool marble again and knelt before her. She ran her fingers through his curls as he looked up at her.

“Are you ready, principessa?” he asked.

She looked down at him and worried her lip in a way that was effortlessly sexy. His wife was so timid and sensual at the same time, and he found himself in awe of her. Drake caressed the back of her right calf and kissed her from her ankle to knee. He pulled her leg over his shoulder, baring her beautiful pink pussy.

He ran his tongue along her folds in long slow licks, taking his time to tease and taste her sweet nectar. “I knew you would taste good, but fuck, bella. You taste so goddamn sweet.”

“Drake, please…” she begged.

“Please, what?”

“I need—” She wailed as he flicked her clit.

Drake pushed two fingers into her, curling them against her perfect spot. He relished in her deliciousness, in no rush to end the sweet torture.

He pulled away completely. “Tell me what you need, Alessandra.”

“Can I please come, sir?” She squealed as he nipped her hip bone.

Drake ignored her pleas. He threw her other leg over his shoulder and lifted her, leveraging her body against the tiled wall at his mercy. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and spread her open further, driving his tongue deep inside her as she writhed against his face.

“Come for me. Now,” he commanded.

Alessandra begged a higher power to have mercy on her as Drake sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and bit down. She screamed as she came apart, drenching his chin with her juices. He growled at the delicious pain her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders caused.

Drake continued stimulating her with his tongue and fingers as she bucked against him, riding out the wave. He lifted his fingers to her lips, and she opened for him. He stroked her tongue, and she took the cue to suck and lick them clean as she had done to his cock minutes earlier.

“You are so beautiful when you come, bella.” Drake placed Alessandra back on her feet and kissed her forehead.

The water continued raining down on them as Drake held Alessandra in his arms. Drops of water clung to her long lashes as she looked at him with her shining emeralds. He was driven to throw her over his shoulder and spend the day in bed unlocking the mysteries of her body and soul. But something snapped inside his chest. He couldn’t offer her the same. Drake exited the shower and slung a towel around his hips before Alessandra could catch her breath.