The Billionaire's Arranged Marriage

By: CJ Howard

Reed raised his head and rested his chin in his hand. “She is the exception to the rule, of course. Trust me when I tell you, you probably better plan on getting everything. Let’s have dinner before the end of the week. I’m going to miss you, little brother.”

Anderson gaped. “No way…. No way!” He almost laughed just a little, but it turned into a frown. “How…?”

“I’m asking myself the same question, Andy.” He stood up. “Well, I’ll see you soon for dinner, brother. Bye.” Reed walked out of his brother’s office and headed for his car, pulling out his cell phone as he closed the car door behind him.

It rang once and she answered. “Hey, baby!” Excitement poured through the phone and made him smile a little.

“Hi, Daisy. Listen, are you busy? I’m going to spend the afternoon and probably the night on my father’s yacht in the marina with a very old bottle of booze. Care to come to the boat and join me?” he asked, hoping for some sympathy.

“Um, well I’m supposed to dance at the club tonight, but I’ll see if I can get one of the other girls to take my show.” Daisy sounded uncertain.

“Oh… well, if you’re busy I can find someone else who has the time to…” he started to drawl. He felt like being mean to someone, anyone, just to bleed some of the poison from himself that had been building all morning.

“Oh, no! Baby, don’t do that. I’ll be there. Don’t you worry. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She jumped right into his sentence, reassuring him.

“Okay. See you soon,” he said and hung up.

Two hours later he was lying on the deck of the boat, sunglasses on, bottle of scotch half empty and hanging from his hand when she strolled over to him and sat on the deck chair beside him.

“Hi, baby.” She grinned down at him.

“Hey,” he said, opening his eyes and looking over at her. She was in a skimpy bikini and it was barely covered by a white tie-front shirt. He laid his head back, his eyes feasting on her body. “I’m so glad you’re here. I need you to make me feel better.”

She grinned and leaned over to him, kissing him softly and slowly for a long moment before running her hands over his bare chest.

“What do you want, baby?” she asked with a happy smile.

He pulled her on top of him and wrapped his arms around her. “Everything. I want everything.”

“You got it.” She pressed her soft pink lips to his, running the tip of her tongue over them and then taking her sweet time to taste his mouth. She felt his erection grow beneath her body and she giggled happily and reached her hand down to rub the stiffness of it over his shorts.

He arched his back and moaned. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. I don’t need anymore bad publicity.” He sat up slowly and they walked down the steps into the center of the yacht. He took her to the master cabin and slowly began to untie her cover shirt, slipping it from her shoulders as he kissed her breasts, one at a time, and then he let the shirt fall to the floor.

She stared at him for a moment and then closed her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. He tugged at the strings of her bikini and it too fell away from her body easily, and in moments she was standing before him nude. She pulled his shorts off and ran her hands up his arms, resting them on his shoulders.

Reed lifted his hands to her large round breasts and stroked her hard pink nipples. She’d paid a lot of money for her breasts to look the way they did, and she believed it had been worth every dime. He squeezed and massaged them, cupped them and rubbed them.

“What’s all this about, baby?” She opened her eyes and studied his face. He didn’t look at her, he just studied her body as though he was sealing it into his memory forever.

“Shhhh.” He hushed her, and moved his hands down over her belly and her hips, then lifted her and laid her back on the bed. She closed her eyes and smiled. Reed took his time running his hands over her legs and then he took a long swig from the bottle of scotch he’d brought with him and offered some to her. She drank. He put the cap back on the bottle and set it close to them on the bed.

“Why are you always around, Daisy?” he asked, running his fingers over the soft triangle of blonde hair beneath her belly and stroking the core of her. “You’re always there when I need you. Why do you do that?” he asked, looking at her face.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, knowing that it should never be spoken aloud.

“No,” he said and using both his hands, he pushed her thighs open and lowered his face to her, running his tongue over her and slipping it inside of her. She arched her back and soft sighs escaped her. He was slow and gentle at first, kissing her body with his lips and his tongue, giving her intense pleasure and bringing her to orgasm over and over, but as she came for him each time, he grew more and more hungry for her and after a while he raised himself up and trailed his tongue along her belly to her breasts, and he began to rub his erection against the outside of her.

She closed her hands around the back of his head and moaned as he ran his tongue slowly and deliberately over the width of her nipples, wetting them and rubbing his lips over them, and then flicking them with the tip of his tongue. She wrapped her legs around him in growing need, but he continued to move the length of himself against the outside of her, sliding against her moist body and building the heat between them.

Reed’s hands and fingers occupied her breasts then, and he brought his hot mouth to hers, licking her lips and sucking on her tongue, kissing her deeply and teasing her mercilessly. He closed his eyes and moved his tongue over hers, twisting and turning it, moving his mouth as though she was his to own and control and in his mind, somehow the kiss faded to the night before and the lips he tasted suddenly belonged to Jillian, and the body he hungered for beneath his was no longer Daisy’s, but Jillian’s.

White hot need rushed through him and he could not hold himself back. He angled his erection and plunged it into her, driving it as far as he could and she gasped and cried out in pleasure as he began to move in her, his hands clasping her body, gripping her curves desperately as though he wanted to hold all of her at the same time, and he pushed himself into her depths over and over again, his breath becoming loud moans of pleasure and desire.

Daisy clasped her legs tightly around him, and held her hands on his back as he rocked himself into her as he had never done, and all the while, all Reed could see was Jillian in his mind. The blue dress was gone and she was lying underneath him, wanting him, needing him, crying out in bliss from his lovemaking as he delved his solid erection deeply into her and kissed her until she was breathless. He imagined the big breasts in his hands were hers, that the nipples in his mouth were dark and hard and that her long silky black hair was splayed out beneath them, and he pressed himself as far into her body as he could, heat and raging passion growing in him as he kept his eyes closed and kissed the lips that he imagined were hers, sucking and biting them gently as she orgasmed for him time and again and finally he could no longer hold himself back.

He shoved himself as far as he could into her hot body and came in an explosion of overwhelming pleasure. It stiffened him from head to toe, it stole his breath away, and then it weakened him to the point that he collapsed on top of her and thought the world might well have ended.

“Oh my god, baby. That was amazing. It’s never been like that. Ever. I can’t even count how many times we’ve screwed and you’ve never been like that with me.” Daisy covered his forehead and his cheeks in kisses. “God that was incredible!” she gushed happily and held him close.

Reality came rushing back in and he opened his eyes and looked up at Daisy. “Well,” he said quietly, “I do what I can.”

She kissed his mouth full and hard, and then he lowered his head and rested it on her breasts. He couldn’t believe he had imagined Jillian. He was screwing Daisy, and she was easily one of the hottest women he knew. How could he imagine another woman in her place? How could he imagine a woman that hated him? It was astounding to him for a few long moments but then he reasoned that he was because he was so angry with her and he knew that she was going to cost him his entire life, and this was nothing more than a way of mentally gaining control over her.

That’s all it was. A method of control. Making the one girl who didn’t want him at all suddenly need him and desire him so much that she was completely under his control and he was screwing her; making her come, making her kiss him and ache for him. That had to be about control.

He thought about it too much and before he knew it he was hard as a rock again. Daisy giggled and reached her hand down to rub his erection. “Do you want to do that again, baby? I’m all for it,” she said with a grin. No, he thought. He didn’t want to do that again. He couldn’t stand the idea of coming that hard again because he was imagining that woman.

“No. Come down here and take care of me, Daisy. Make me feel better,” he said lazily.

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