5. Dalton

FIVE

This is it.

I've got Dia all to myself in this room for at least the next seven hours, which isn't nearly enough time, but it's all I have to make her see that we could be good together. I know that all won"t happen in one night, but if I can even put a seed of doubt in her mind about getting annulled in the morning, that's good enough for me. We"ve definitely done things ass backward here, getting married before dating or falling in love, but I saw an opportunity and I took it. If she gives me the chance, I can make her fall for me over time. I don"t know what it is about this girl, but I want to give her everything. I want her to have the life she deserves.

Dia looks up at me, all traces of her prickly personality faded away. She's so fucking beautiful, it causes a physical pain in my chest as I move closer to her slowly. Obviously, if she doesn"t want me to touch her and just wants to sleep until we can go to the courthouse in the morning, I have no choice but to give her that. But I also know that I won't go down without a fight. And that fight starts right now.

"Is it okay if I kiss you again?" I ask, gently gripping her waist with both hands. She nods, which is good enough for me as I close the rest of the space between us.

"Wait!" she shouts, putting her hand in my face right before our lips meet. "Rules. We need them."

"Okayyyyyyy," I say, drawing out the word. I should've known she wouldn't make this shit easy. I take a step back, giving her my full attention. "Lay them on me."

She forces out an exhale. "First of all, this is a one-time thing. After tonight, we go to the courthouse, get the annulment, and this never happens again. No strings, no emotions…just sex. Got it?" she says, putting a hand on her hip. "And secondly, nobody can know. Not your teammates. Not Mads. This needs to stay between us."

"What?" I ask. "Why?"

"Because," she says. "If they found out that I dropped my guard for even a second, they"ll be on me like flies on shit. They"ll be trying to get us to stay together so we fit in their cute little friend group. That can't happen."

I want to ask her if it would be so bad for us to stay married, but I don"t want to push my luck here. Instead, I make sure she's finished before I give her my counteroffer.

"Fine," I agree. "I'll go along with your stupid rules. But I have one of my own." She lifts a defiant eyebrow but lets me continue. "While we're married, you're mine. I'll kiss you how I want. I'll fuck you how I want. And you drop that bratty little attitude and let me show you what it's like to have me as your husband."

I stand silently while she considers my stipulation, hoping I didn't just blow this whole thing to shreds. After what seems like forever, she finally gives me her answer. "Fine," she sighs. "It's only until morning anyway."

"Fuck yeah," is all I can manage before I crash my lips to hers. Just like the first kiss, this one is explosive as I bring my hands around and lift her by the ass. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, shamelessly rubbing herself on my very rapidly hardening erection. Fuck, she feels good. Even with all these layers between us.

Dia moans into my mouth as I lick at her tongue like a madman. I've never felt this frenzied with a woman before. It's like I can't get enough of her taste. She tastes like my fucking wife. The thought makes me even harder as I start walking us in the direction of a bedroom, hopefully. I probably should've looked around when we got in here, but honestly, that was the last thing on my mind. I don't remove my lips from hers as I move throughout the suite. I can't. I feel like I might die if I do.

We reach the hallway, but my throbbing cock is telling me it needs more. Immediately. I press Dia against the nearest wall, grinding into her as I move my lips down her jaw and to her neck. She moans as I thrust my hips into her covered core. "That feel good, baby?" I say into her soft skin. "I'm so fucking hard for you, I can barely see straight."

"Bed," she pants. "Get me to a bed."

I chuckle as I reluctantly pull us from the wall, searching for the nearest door. When I reach it, I swing it open to find a bathroom. "Fuck."

I keep going until I reach the next one, which is thankfully a bedroom. I don't bother turning on the lights since the curtains are wide open and the bright lights from the city are illuminating the room. I'll make sure to have them on next time so I can see her face while I make her come.

Dropping her onto the bed, I reach down and quickly rip her underwear from her body. I can smell her arousal immediately. "Jesus fucking Christ, Wifey. I need to taste you," I say with a heavy sigh. I make my way down her body, pulling the top of her wedding dress down before taking a nipple into my mouth. The moan that comes out of her spurs me on as I reach up, pinching the other one between my fingers.

"Dalton, oh my God," she breathes.

I smile against her skin. "That's a good fucking girl, baby. Say my name."

All I get is another moan as I continue my descent. Her whole body is quivering with anticipation as I finally settle between her legs, pushing her short, fluffy dress up to her stomach. I can see her arousal leaking from her as I press my nose to her cunt and inhale her scent. She smells so good; I could fucking come in my pants right here.

"Are you going to eat it? Or should I just take care of myself?" she spits. Seems like she's already forgotten our conversation from a few minutes ago. My hand begins to itch with the need to refresh her memory.

I sit up on the bed, pulling her with me. She makes a cute little growling noise, obviously angry with the change of plans I'm making. "Dalton, what the f?—"

"Get over my knee," I order.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, okay," she replies, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

I grab her wrist, pulling her body over my lap, right where I want her. Her mouth is saying this isn't what she wants, but the fact that there's absolutely no resistance as I lay her on her stomach with her ass in the air tells me that I know what she needs right now.

"We had rules, Dia. And you're not following them. There are consequences for that bratty attitude you agreed to drop while my ring is on your finger," I scold. "I'm giving you five swats to start. I want you to count them. If it's too much, tell me and I'll stop. Okay?"

She says nothing, but I can feel her breathing as it quickens, her chest heaving against the bed.

"Okay?" I ask again.

"Yes," she breathes. And I honestly can't believe she's letting me do this.

Before she has a chance to change her mind, I fist the bottom of her dress with one hand, bunching it above her heart-shaped ass before I rear the other back, landing a firm slap to her left cheek. She yelps in surprise but lets out a quiet moan when I rub my palm gently over the red mark that's already decorating her flawless skin.

"One."

"Good girl," I say before giving her another, and another. She counts them all out, moaning as I soothe them with careful fingers until we reach the last one, where I pull her back up and kiss her lips gently. "Now, are you ready to stop being a brat so I can make you feel good? I'm starving."

"Mmhmm," she hums, voice shaking from either nerves or adrenaline. Either way, I'm going to take that all away right now.

I help her to her back, settling down between her thighs again. This time, I take mercy on her when I see that she's swollen and dripping for me, pressing my tongue to her clit, and dragging it down to collect the wetness. She tastes even better than she smells. I don't know how I'll ever let her go after this. She grips my hair with both hands as I push my tongue into her, thrusting it in and out. "You're so fucking wet," I mumble as I move up to flick her sensitive bundle of nerves. I don't stop as I reach down and free myself of my pants and boxers, continuing to give her everything I have while I do. I only stop momentarily to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked before her.

She sits up on her elbows, taking me in as I wordlessly reach down, swiping the bead of pre-cum from my leaking cock and smearing it across her hard nipples before returning to devour her pussy.

"It feels so good," she whines as she flops back down onto the pillow.

She gasps when I push a thick finger inside her pussy, groaning as she tightens around me. God, I fucking love her like this. No witty comebacks. No cold demeanor. Just Dia, letting me give her what she needs.

I know she's close when her legs begin to shake. My dick is painfully hard as I hump the mattress like a fucking teenager, not getting nearly enough friction. But I'm not worried about that. I only want to blow her mind, over and over. "Be a good little wife and come on my tongue," I tell her as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. That sends her over the edge, her orgasm making her slam her legs over my ears as her body convulses wildly.

I continue gently licking the rim of her cunt, just barely using pressure as she comes back down. I could eat this girl all night, but I'm desperate to feel her wrapped around me. Making my way slowly up her sated body, I rub my cock against her slit, tempted more than I've ever been to thrust inside. I always wrap up and get tested regularly, so I know I'm clean, but I want to earn Dia's trust. If and when I finally get to slide inside her without anything between us, I want it to be on her terms.

I reach over for my pants, grabbing a condom from my wallet before rolling it down my weeping cock. Even that feels amazing. I hope I don't nut before I make her come again. I settle back on top of her, trying to look for any inkling that she's not into this, but it seems like she's purposely avoiding eye contact with me. Grabbing her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I turn her head, so we're face to face. At first, she tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip slightly and hold her there. "If you're so hell-bent on only giving me this one night, I want to watch your expression as I sink into you. I want to see what I do to you." I tell her.

I can see in her eyes that she wants to say something smart, but she stops herself, nodding her head in silent consent before I slowly push into her. Her mouth drops open as I take my time feeding my long cock into her tight, wet heat. Black dances around the edges of my vision as I bottom out, refusing to blink because she's so goddamn beautiful right now.

"Holy shit," she whispers. "I can barely breathe. You're everywhere." I'm still unmoving, trying to gather my bearings before I embarrass myself. I lean down and kiss her as I slowly test my own self-control, pulling back and pushing my hips forward again. When I'm sure I can handle it, I begin thrusting into her harder. Her tits bounce with every movement, making my mouth water at the sight. I look down to see her wedding dress bunched around her waist and I swear to God I get harder just thinking about the fact that this perfect girl is my wife. I can't help myself as I bring my hand up, resting it loosely on her throat so I can see what my ring looks like against her skin.

Fuck. Me.

I continue moving inside her, picking up my pace when I feel her pussy start to tighten around me. "You going to come again already, baby?" I coo. "I can't wait to feel it."

"Yes! Dalton, fuck!" she screams, and I know she's there. I give her everything I have left in me as she squeezes me like a vice, soaking my cock with her orgasm.

Already hanging by a thread, I'm done for when she wraps her small hand around my wrist that's still resting on her throat. As soon as the light from outside hits the large diamond of her engagement ring and catches my eye, I go off like a rocket, filling the condom inside her with a loud growl.

I stay enveloped in her, even though there's a large chance that the condom is leaking with the intensity of that fucking orgasm. But I'm not ready to leave her warmth yet. I take a moment to rest my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent one last time before grabbing the base of the condom and pulling out.

"Nooooooo," Dia whines, making me laugh.

"Hold on, babe," I tell her. "Let me throw this away then I'll be back." I give her a quick peck on the lips before running to the bathroom and tossing the condom in the trash. When I return to the room, I find Dia struggling to find the zipper of her dress. She's flopping on the bed like a fish, separating the fluffy material to no avail. I watch, leaning on the doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest for several seconds before she notices me.

"Ugh," she scoffs. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" I say, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.

"That…thing," She gets up on her knees and waves her hand wildly in the air. "Where you know you're sooooo hot, so you lean on the doorway without clothes on and you smirk with your stupid sexy face."

I give her a cocky grin. "You think my face is sexy?"

"Don't read into it," she says. "I'm dick drunk. And I also called your face ‘stupid'. You just hear what you want to because, husband or not, you're still a fuckboy."

I launch myself from the doorway, tackling her into the mattress, earning myself a full-on laugh. "Say it again." I smile.

"What?" she says, goading me. "That you're a fuckboy?"

"No," I reply, tickling her sides, making her laugh even harder. "The other thing." I dig my fingers deeper as she tries to get away from my attack, but it's no use. I'm way stronger than her.

"Ok!" she finally relents. I still my hands, letting her find her breath. "You're my husband."

And, fuck, I want to hear her say it again every day for the rest of our lives.