Chapter 9 Marry Me

Nora

"Christian, I'm not going to marry you!" I yell behind me. I don't care if he's right behind me, I'm too angry to talk calmly.

"Why?" Christian asks.

Are you kidding me? Why? He dares to ask why I'm rejecting his marriage proposal. That's if you can even call it that.

I stop on the staircase and turn around to glare at him, "What the hell do you mean by why? We're not together anymore. You broke up with me!" He had ended our relationship because he needed space. And I gave it to him.

Now he's here telling me he wants to marry me. He must be crazier than I thought.

"You're going to marry me, Nora. I don't care if I have to drag you to the godforsaken altar myself. You will wear my ring and take my last name!" He snarls.

My jaw clenches and I scoff before walking off in the direction of the room we once shared.

I came here to pick up my things. He wasn't supposed to be here, that's the only reason I came in the first place. After the break up last week, I've done everything to avoid him.

He can't just invade my space and mind like this.

I'm trying to heal dammit!

"And where do you think you're going?" He asks, and I can hear his fast footsteps coming after me.

"Away from you," I snap. "Just let me take my things, I'll be out of your hair in no time." I sigh tiredly. I'm tired of this back and forth. I once thought Christian was the one, my soul mate, my person. I try closing the door behind me but he pushes it open and barges inside the room.

I thought wrong. He shattered my heart and any hope I had for us when he broke up with me.

"That's not going to happen," He says. "Leave them. There's no need to take them, you'll be back here after we get married anyway."

My anger comes back tenfold, "We're never going to get married, Christian! You broke up with me and I moved on." I tell him, angrily.

He stalks toward me, stretches his hand out before grabbing me by the throat, "The fuck did you just say? You moved on?" He asks

"Y-Yes," I should have known that was the only thing he'd grasp. He has always been possessive.

And his hand wrapped around my throat is doing things to me that I refuse to accept.

"Do I have to remind you what will happen to any man who looks at you? Who even breathes the wrong way around you? You're mine, Nora." He pinches my hard nipples through my dress and I moan, "All fucking mine. You're going to marry me and you're going to have my children."

His hand tightens around my throat, "F-fuck you!" I snarl.

"Oh, I've missed this smart mouth." His hand lunges out and the next thing I know he rips my dress to shreds.

"What the fuck?" I loved that dress.

He's silent as he takes in my naked body. The dress didn't necessarily need any underwear. And I didn't expect to see him so I wore the gown like that. Mistake. "The more you curse, the more you turn me on and you know that." He whispers in my ear. "You came here looking like this and you expect me not to fuck you?" He chuckles, picking me up like I weigh nothing and then throwing me on the bed.

He takes his shirt and trousers off and I try to move away but his hands descend on my legs and he pulls me closer to him until his face is between my legs and I can feel his breath on my pussy.

"We can't do this, Christian," I mutter weakly.

"We can," He states, shutting down any more complaints I'm thinking of making. "I can wait to fill you up with my cum."

My arousal dampens the sheets at his words, fuck him for preying on my breeding kink, "Touch me, please."

"Not yet. You're going to open your mouth and let me fuck your throat like a good little slut." He slaps my cheek twice, gently before adjusting me and letting my head fall off the edge of the bed. My head is in an awkward position while my body is on the bed. Christian turns to me, I look up at him through my lashes, his cock dangles right over my face and my walls clench. I want to touch myself so bad. He positions himself properly before opening my mouth and putting his cock inside.

He grunts, "Open wider." I obey and he slides into my mouth deeper. "Yes, just like that." He slaps one of my nipples, and does the same to the other, and the sweet sensation causes them to harden immediately.

"Mmmmgnh," I moan inaudibly around his length, which urges him to fuck my throat faster and harder. My hand moves down to where my wetness has gathered. I can feel how slick and wet my cunt is.

I'm about to start touching myself when Christian grabs my hand and pulls it away, his cock still in my mouth, he goes deeper until I gag and choke. "You don't get to touch your fucking cunt." He slaps my breast causing it to jiggle.

"Oh, fuck yes!" He pushes his cock deeper and I gag around it, choking on his length. My eyes close as tears well in them. "Fuck, get on the bed." Christian pulls out of me hastily, I move with speed and lay on the bed for him.

"Please, I need you, Chris." My pussy clenched even harder when I grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly. "God, Chris, I've missed you. All of you," I moan.

"Tell me, have you been with anyone else?" He asks as he peppers kisses all over my body. From my neckline to my breasts, lips, and stomach.

"No!" I exclaim loudly when he gently bites my sensitive clit for not answering immediately. "Chris, please don't tease me." He runs his tongue over my opening and I moan loudly.

He pressed his finger harder into me and pinched one of my nipples between his fingers, tugging on it harshly.

"Chris," I breathed.

After he pushed it lower, he thrust it into me. My pussy clenched around it as he moved his fingers in and out slowly and smirked at me. "Do you know how fucking sexy you sound, moaning my name?"

"I need you, Christian," I moaned. "Please, I've been waiting for so long."

"I want to play with you first, Nora. Let me touch you in all the ways I've been thinking about every night." I looked at him with wide eyes, nodding my head, another rush of heat in my core. He thrust his fingers faster and deeper and began to thrust it into me quicker, yet all I could imagine was his big cock thrusting in and out of my tight little pussy.

"How do you like that, Nora?" he asked, his nose trailing up the side of my neck. He pinched my nipple harder and sucked on my skin harshly, definitely leaving a mark.

"I love it," I breathed out, the pressure rising in my core.

He slid his fingers out of me, and I felt my wet juices on them as he rubbed them on my clit. He rubbed it hard and fast. Unable to hold back, I pulled him into another hot kiss, our tongues tangling with each other.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, letting him poke against my entrance. He pushed himself closer so that his tip was grazing against my pussy.

"Tell me you want it, Nora." He sucked on my bottom lip again, and my pussy pulsed. "Tell me all you want is me, all you've been thinking about is me, that you've been touching this pussy, imagining that it was me inside of you, filling up your tight little cunt."

A wave of pleasure rushed to my core. "I need you, Christian."

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me," He entered me slowly, and I clenched around him as he filled me up. He slowly thrust in and out of me, each thrust long and steady. I moaned into his mouth, pressing my lips harder to his.

"I want more ... more, please."

He kissed down my neck, quickening his pace and starting to pound into me. I threw my head back as I felt the pressure build up inside of me, just from the mere feeling of my fiancé being inside of me after weeks of a measly vibrator and my fingers Intertwining my fingers with his, he pinned them on either side of my head and continued to thrust into me, his lips moving down the side of my neck again, his stubble tickling my skin.

"Yes, just like that, Chris. Oh fuck Yes!" My legs tighten around his waist as he pounds into me.

"Yeah, you like that? You like when I fuck you like my good little whore?" He sucks on my nipples one after the other.

"Yes, yes I'm you're good little whore. More, please more." I beg pathetically.

He wraps his hands around my throat and kisses me. His wet tongue against mine does something to me.

He sat up, pulled me on top of him so we were in a lotus position, and thrust himself back up into me, kissing me softly. My breasts bounced against his bare, muscular chest, my hands resting on his broad shoulders, and I could feel the pressure building up, about to tip me over the edge.

"I want you to come inside of me, Christian," I mumbled against his lips. "Fill up my tight little pussy, make me yours, let me come on your fucking cock."

"Yeah, you want my cum?"

"Yes! Please breed my tight little pussy."

"Beg for it. Beg me to breed your tight cunt." He groans in my ear

"Please, Christian. Please breed me, I want your cum so bad." I beg.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, please come inside me," I mutter repeatedly as his thrusts quicken.

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me you're fucking mine as I breed your tight little pussy." He grunts and my pussy clenches around him.

"I'm yours. I'm all yours," I chant against his hold.

He groaned into my ear and started to thrust harder and faster into me. His arms wrapped tightly around my body, hugging me to his chest. Then, he suddenly stilled and groaned even louder inside my ear.

I moaned, throwing my head back, as I cum hard on his cock, my body trembling in his hands. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I moaned out again.

He laid me back on the bed and placed his lips on mine. "I've missed you, Nora."