Contract Marriage by Ashleh Queen (new reading .TXT) 📖

She tried to cover herself with her arms but her beautifully proportioned tear-shaped breasts were very hard for her to cover.

He didn't bother her hands covering her instead her act was making her breasts bulge out even more. He tore her remaining dress to get her out of it. The sound of her dress mercilessly tore made her flinch but he didn't seem to care.

He threw the useless pieces of fabric aside. Her bra that was already torn and trapped somewhere in between her hands was removed by him effortlessly.

Her eyes got widen. But he was not looking into her eyes. Because for him there was so much else to see. He lifted her waist to remove her panties, his fingers reached for the waistband, his eyes all focused on her skin being revealed bit by bit.

Her breathing become erratic again as she saw that person getting the last shred of her dignity. She hugged herself even more tightly. Never in her whole life, she felt this helpless. She was torn between fear, anger, and desire.

The moment he got her panties just to her knees he stopped. Staring at her most private folds, he inhaled deeply. He feasted his eyes on her perfect round ass and her slick pus*y.

His hungry stare made her shift in her place. She tried to look away. Try to look anywhere but at him. But couldn't. 
"Look what we have got here. You are so plump and slick down there." He said with a devilish smile without breaking his gaze from her crotch. The moment he saw her in the club he didn't know he was gonna be this lucky.

She flinched and looked at him shocked. The way he was looking at her made her feel like some worthless piece of meat.
He ran his middle finger on her womanhood. Starting from her clit to stop at her deep hole. Again not breaking his stare, he taps there while saying. 
"I can't wait to see how it will look after I make it sore and swell." He said like he is talking about something so important. 
She shut her eyes tightly while burying her face to her shoulder. The sting in her eyes got the best of her as a tear rolled out of her eyes. Tears that he didn't notice until a loud whimper skip her throat. 
He looked up confused. His hand reached to wipe her tear but she flinched, wrapped her legs to her chest and slapped his hand away. 
"Don't you dare to touch me." She said in between her sobs. And start crying more audibly. 
He smiled. She was only able to stop his hand because he let her. 
"Oh, dear Jane. You are crying telling me to let you go but your little cunt here is crying for me to hold. To whom you think I am gonna listen?" He said dramatically while tapping on her cheek lightly. 
In embarrassment, she put one of her hand on her mouth to contain her whimpers. 
"And besides I am only taking what's mine right now. What do they say? Consummation of marriage." He said while getting up from the couch. Still wearing his robe. He yanked her to stand from her arm that was covering her mouth a moment ago.

She was not ready for the sudden movement. Half of her body got up while her legs wobbled and could not carry the weight. She was about to fell when he strengthen the hold on her arm and saved her from falling. She didn't fell but her head crashed in his shoulder. 
In meantime, her already disheveled bun let her hairs fall completely down.

He didn't wait for her to get settled instead he started dragging her to the bed. He only took two steps when she wobbled again. 
He looked at her in frustration but when he looked at her legs he found the reason. Her panties were still on just above her knees making it difficult for her to walk. He let out a laugh. 
"Are we forgetting something?" He said looking at her miserable state. 
Then turned back to face her completely. Letting her arm free to hold her face carefully in his hands. 
She again took the opportunity to cover herself with one hand on her breasts and the other on her crotch. 
She was hiccuping, fresh tears were smeared on her face, her nose was red and her lips were trembling. He made her lift her face up to make her look at him but she refused to lift her eyes. 
His left hand traced the crook of her neck. Caress the skin which had so many little red marks from his nibbling.
She shuddered with fear when his hand came to a halt just above that ugly bite. 
At the same time, he noticed her wildly long, silky hairs with natural waves. 
His first thought? I am gonna pull them hard while taking her from the back. 
Little did he know that though her hairs were soft like silk, the reason that they were long because she never had a hair cut for the last two long years. 
Little he knew that he was breaking someone already emotionally shattered. 
"I have told you that unlike you. it's my first time getting married. You should have told me that we are missing bridal carry part." 
This made her look at him in complete disbelief. 
In the next moment, he bends and carried her bridal style. He carried her like she weighed nothing. And her long hairs swayed down.

He didn't walk instead he looked at her for a moment. The only problem for him was her eyes still tightly shut and her hands still covering and hiding her feminine parts. Though it was not something he can't get, still it frustrated him. Because he was tired of working on all the things by himself. She was not being receptive or cooperative in anything. And little did she knew that he hated working hard for anything.

He huffed in frustration and then fake it to almost drop her. With this, her arms come around his neck in a reflex in an attempt to save herself from falling. 
She was clinging to him for her dear life. Her face got burry in his shoulder, her body pressing to his hard muscular chest. Before she could process anything and before she could tell herself of what's wrong or right, her nipples got erect, her body squirmed and a huge wave of desire took her by surprise, shaking her to core that she shivered in his arms bitting her lower lip hard.
A second later, she turned her face to look at him and the moment she locked her eyes with his, her breath hitched and her stomach dropped with fear.