The Marriage Contract by Natasha Black (best novels for teenagers TXT) 📕

“I am wiped out, but we need to get into work,” he said.

“Alright,” Hannah agreed. “But Cris can close. Once last call comes, we are out of there.”

“If not sooner,” Jordan said. “Thanks for the food, Matt.”

“Thanks for helping her move in,” I said. “See you tomorrow.”

Hannah hugged both of us, and then they headed out of the door. As I closed it behind them, I realized I was closing the world off from Chloe and me. For the first time, she was not only here with me, but this was her home. These were the first few minutes of her calling my apartment hers as well.

That was cause for celebration.

“How hungover were you today?” I asked.

“Not very, actually,” she said. “Mild headache, but it was gone once I had some water and a shower. Why?”

I came out of the kitchen holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. The sun had just set outside of the double doors leading to the porch. My lamps glowed yellow and warm. Comforting. She moved from the dining room table to the couch, and I followed her.

“I figured this was cause for celebration. You were great, both last night and today,” I said.

“You weren’t bad yourself,” she said. “Do you really think they buy it?”

“I do. I think Jordan might not think it’s a great idea, but he buys that it’s real. What about Hannah?”

“I think she believes, but I think she is also fielding calls from relatives asking about me. Not that she’s ratting me out or anything, if anything she’d be helping me by telling them that I am happy and taken. But she’s also a little hesitant. Everyone thinks it’s too fast,” she said.

“Well, I think we have pulled this off splendidly so far,” I said. “If we push through, we can have what both of us want.”

“We can?” she asked, and there was more to that question than it seemed. I could feel it.

“To us.” I offered my glass.

“To us,” she said, and we both took a deep sip.

I found myself very close to her, focusing intensely on her lips. They were ruby red that day, and they looked like ripe cherries. I wanted nothing more in my life than to taste them. She sipped her wine and sat it down. Then she sat back into the couch, relaxed, and turned to look at me. I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was falling.

I pressed my lips to hers, and she responded with pressure of her own. Parting her lips with my tongue, I slid it inside, and she moaned as she wrapped her arms around me. We both scooted to the edge of the cushion and stood. Passion filled us, and the few sips of wine emboldened us. She ripped at my shirt, and it came off, tossed to the floor as I backed toward my room. I pulled her by the waist, and she slid her shirt up and over her head.

Kicking the door open, I pulled her to me and tossed her onto the bed. She giggled as she bounced, and I frantically pulled at my belt. As soon as it was open, she was on her knees on the bed, pressing her lips into mine again and unbuttoning my pants. I reached behind her to unhook her bra, and it released, falling over her shoulders. She had my pants open and was moving her lips down my chest when she tossed the bra away, and I filled my hands with her heavy, perfect breasts.

Chloe slid her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and yanked down. My cock was stiff and thick, and it sprung out at her to her delight. She giggled as it bounced like a flagpole in the wind, and she grasped it at the base, sliding her tongue along the bottom until she reached the head. I lost all sense of control at the sensation of her wet, warm tongue on my staff, swirling around the head before taking it all between her lips.

She slid her lips down over me and bobbed on my cock, one hand stroking me and the other squeezing my balls gently in rhythm. She groaned as she took me deep into her throat. I fisted my hand in her hair, guiding her up and down on me as I stood just off the edge of the bed.

I couldn’t wait any longer. The urge to touch her was too strong. I pulled her away from me and pushed her so she lay back on the bed. She undid the button on her own jeans, and I pulled them down and off her. There was no hesitation in any of her movements, or any dampening of the hunger in her eyes. She wanted this as much as I did.

With her pants off, she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down until they were off. I wasted no time, pulling her by her hips until she was at the edge of the bed. I slid my cock through her folds, and she cried out before I plunged into her. I held myself there, feeling her pulse around me, her body folding in half as she tried to adjust to my thickness. I clasped my lips onto hers and began to rock back and forth, increasing in speed and intensity.

Her body was exquisite, and I took my time letting my tongue roam along it, removing myself from her to slide it through her folds and tease her clit. I felt her come as her legs wrapped around my head, and I stood, flipping her over so she was on her stomach, and thrust into her again.

She cried out, her voice rising in desperate moans. Mine joined her, and the sweat dripped from our bodies. She got up on her knees, keeping her hips pushed back so I could continue, and I wrapped my arms around her as I pounded her from behind.