Tricked into Marrying my One-Night Stand

“What’s your name?” I sat down next to a gentleman who was drinking alone at the bar. I smiled gently as I played with my hair. When he turned to look at me, I bit my lips as I scanned his handsome face. Dark hair that lands on his temples paired with ocean blue eyes that draws anyone in. His sharp jawline gives him that masculine and dominating look, exactly my type.

He looked at my face before his eyes wandered down to my body. “Xavier,” he answered before taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you around here. Visiting, perhaps?” I asked curiously, eyeing his movements. He nodded slightly and I was eager to know more.

There was only one reason I was here in the first place. To find a man to spend a night with to avoid my impending marriage. “I can show you something more entertaining,” I whispered, leaning closer to his face. While the music pounded in our ears, we locked eyes and there was a glint of intrigue in his.

I thought I had it but he instead stood up and started walking away. “Wait—” I grabbed his arm and felt the muscles through his clothes. The buttons of his white long sleeve were seconds away from bursting. He stopped in his tracks and looked down on me. I gulped, thinking if I should back out.

His towering height was enough to make me feel intimidated and weak. His eyes pierced my skull like a wolf with insatiable hunger. My guts were telling me to back off but I refused to listen to it. “I’m getting married,” I revealed with a gulp.

He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. “Congratulations,” he uttered but I shook my head.

“I don’t want to get married. I need your help,” I pleaded with eyes of desperation, making him chuckle. He stepped closer to me, making me step back. Why is this man so intimidating?

“Sleep with me, it’s not like there’s anything to lose.” I didn’t say anything wrong, any man in this room would be ready to do anything if it means having me for a night. My voluptuous chest that’s ready to burst out of my skimpy outfit and my small waist that he could wrap his hands with, and the rack behind me makes any man’s imagination go wild.

What can I say? I dressed to find a man for my freedom.

“You can’t back out once we start,” Xavier uttered in a low yet calculating tone as he watched my expressions change from confidence to hesitation.

He didn’t bother asking why. He just readily agreed.

Under the illuminating light, he pulled me by my waist. My heart was pounding loudly, matching the beat of the songs playing on the speakers. “Nervous?” he asked, leaning down to my ear. His voice tickled and I could smell the alcohol from his breath.

“N-no,” I said and cleared my throat.

I am freaking out. I, who was a nervous wreck, followed behind him and left the bar. He drove to a five-star hotel and he booked the presidential suite as hotel staff bowed before him. I scratched my head, wondering who he really was. “I can’t back out now… This is for freedom!” I told myself, trying to talk myself into it.

He might actually just be rich? I shouldn’t think too much.

When we arrived on the top floor, he pulled me inside the room and pushed me against the wall. He placed his hand under my chin as my eyes widened when he passionately kissed my lips. There was no time to react and I couldn’t move. Pinned against the wall, the only thing I could do was kiss him back.

His touches were like fire against my skin, his hands travelled from my neck down to my ass, cupping them. As I locked eyes with his hungry gaze, I realized there was no turning back.

He lifted me up and placed me on the soft mattress. I stared as he ripped off the white polo he was wearing, revealing what he was hiding underneath. “Just, wow,” I commented, baffled. His broad shoulders and chiseled body were an eye candy I was eager to lick. His massive forearms with veins were standing out as he gripped my thighs.

He gently spread my hips while looking at my red, embarrassed face. “First time?” he asked with a playful smirk and I nodded my head. I looked over and saw how turned on he looked, and he pulled down the dress from my chest. My breasts busted out as he didn’t hesitate to suck and fondle them.

“A-ah…” I moaned before covering my mouth.

His eyes didn’t leave my face for once, looking up at me as he played with my body. His hands travelled underneath my thongs and started playing with my clit. “U-ugh, fuck—” His fingers covered in my juices as I drowned in pleasure I never experienced before.

He was going fast then slow, on a rhythm playing with my clit, driving me insane. “X-Xavier,” I moaned and he furrowed his brows in frustration as he put a finger inside me. I yelped and dug my fingernails on his back. He slowly put it in and out, my insides gripping his fingers.

“Moan my name again,” he commanded as he stopped playing with my chest. I looked away while covering my mouth. “Say it.” His voice, low yet tender, turned me on more. While his finger was inside, he used his thumb to play with my clit.

“F-fuck… Xavier,” I moaned loudly. He bit his lips in amazement before putting another finger inside. My head tilted back and the sounds I made were loud and rough. Playing with my pussy like that, I felt the urge to push him away as I got more sensitive.

He grabbed my hands using his free hand and pinned them above my head. My legs were shaking uncontrollably as he watched me trembling beneath him. “I—I’m coming.” My voice ragged and face flushed, my body arched back as he went in and out faster, my juices coming out coating his fingers.

Breathing heavily, I thought it was over. He pulled his fingers out and licked them in front of me before unbuckling his belt. “W-wait—” I gulped as he pulled his member out of his pants with unbelievable size.

I don’t think I can take all of that in.

I stared as he spread my legs out, positioning himself in between. “We’re merely getting started,” he said with a smirk, grabbing me by my neck and kissing me. I felt the tip of his dick slowly enter in between, stretching me, and I groaned in pain.

“Relax your body,” his tender voice whispered and I followed. While he slowly put it inside, I could still feel the pain, trying to endure. “It hurts…” I cried out and he hushed me.

“It’s not even half-way in,” he whispered with a small chuckle. My fingernails were deeply embedded on his back as his dick was slowly getting swallowed by my pussy.

Xavier watched my face shift and twist from the pain until he put it all the way in. I groaned as I felt every inch of him inside me with no more room inside. “I’ll be gentle, baby…” he said in reassurance. The pain I felt slowly shifted to pleasure while his touches were like electricity down my spine. It was something I never thought I’d experience with a man I just met.