Her Big Bad Mistake(13)

“Thank you. Are you ready to go? I have a lot planned tonight.”

“Oh, you have a lot planned?”

She smiled a secret smile at him and hoped she could pull this off. “Yes, me. So let’s get started.”

Damon’s hand fell and he blatantly looked her up and down. Becky returned the favor, licking her lips as she noticed the fitted black pants and white collar shirt fit him like a glove. He looked amazing with his dirty blonde hair slicked back and his bright green eyes filled with lust.

“This is your last night in Vegas and I said I would do and take you anywhere you want. I also have something planned for later,” he said.

“Sounds great, as long as I get what I want.”

He held her hand and walked towards the exit.

****

Becky was drunk. Damon knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but the more time he spent with her the harder he fell for her. He was determined to make her his no matter the consequences. He wanted her and he knew that she was the woman for him. Damon had never thought about a woman like he did Becky. He’d never had trouble fucking a woman out of his mind until he didn’t think of her, but Becky was different. He loved spending time with her. He got to be himself with her. He jacked off to pictures of her laughing in the pool or posing in front of monuments—he was in love with her. Damon was marrying her.

Leaning over, he told the driver where he wanted them to go next. He was going to do it. Becky was going to be his. Damon was going to marry a good woman. A woman he loved.

“Where are we going to next?”

“A surprise.”

Becky smiled and his cock grew, like it had been all night. “I love surprises,” she said.

They pulled up outside the little chapel and he gathered Becky to him and grabbed her bag. Becky stumbled into the chapel. A man greeted them with a smile and Damon stepped away. He filled out the forms and opened Becky’s bag and did her forms, too, so all she had to do was sign. A woman was talking to Becky and she was excitedly babbling back. With everything filled out, he went back to her, assuring himself he was doing the right thing. He deserved Becky. He hoped if she married him she wouldn’t leave tomorrow. She would stay with him. He would look after her.

“Becky, sign this. Let’s go in and have some fun.”

Guilt surfaced when she swayed on her feet but smiled and came forward. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Let’s get married.” Becky signed her name and the woman took her away. The limo driver agreed to be a witness.

Fifteen minutes later, Damon and Becky were married. They sat in the limo and Damon told the driver to take them to a jewelry store that would be open. He needed to get her a ring.

****

In the back of her mind, Becky knew she needed to slow down and that all she was doing wasn’t just the alcohol. She had just married Damon Chet, a guy she’d only known for a couple of weeks. She may be in love with him, but marriage was a big step. She stared down at the massive diamond on her ring finger. She washed her face and took a deep breath before she opened the bathroom door and went out to her husband.

Damon lay on the bed in just black boxers. His arms were crossed behind his head and Becky zoned in on the flexed muscle. He had a Celtic tattoo design and two hockey sticks and a puck on one arm. The other arm had a motorcycle and names. He sat up when he saw her and she slowly walked to the bed. She hoped she wasn’t too flabby for him. She’d seen the women he’d been with and none had been as big as her.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He moved further down the bed to her and Becky sighed when she looked down and saw the evidence of his attraction. When she was at the end of the bed he pulled her onto it. He moved her so she straddled his lap. His hands rested in her hair and pulled her head back to take her lips to his.

Becky moaned and any thoughts she had of this being a stupid idea faded as his hands trailed down her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts slipped from the cups holding them and Damon slid the garment off her. His lips left hers and she fought for breath as he gave feather-light kisses down her neck and stopped at her breasts. He licked one, then did the same to the other before he circled it and sucked it into his cool, wet mouth.

Damon spread her legs and his hand slid between her thighs. He moved her thong to the side and explored her pussy with leisurely strokes. Becky panted, unable to catch her breath as Damon’s touch drove her crazy. No other man ever had her feeling like this. She arched her back, enjoying the feeling of his rough digits as two slid into her core and pumped in and out as he sucked on her breast.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He looked at her. “I’m going to taste you. I’ve imagined tasting you for weeks.” He laid her back on the bed and settled between her thighs. Becky was nervous. No one had ever been down there and done what Damon was about to do. He slid her panties down and she helped.