C3 He was too perfect for me

It's the most important day for me.

Cameron and I are pronounced as husband and wife, and then Cameron pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

I feel a shock of pleasure run through me, my body tightening beneath my dress. I realize for the first time that I actually find Cameron attractive, his hands and mouth igniting something inside me.

But then he pulls away and grabs my hand, and we walk down the aisle together. We get into the limo and head for the reception, where there will be food and dancing and music.

I sigh to myself, trying to enjoy the moment.

I’m married now, married to Cameron Braxton. I wonder what our life together is going to look like.

The reception is beautiful, a fairy tale comes to life. There are hundreds of people here, and most of them I don’t even know.

I spent the evening smiling and laughing, trying to make a good impression on my new husband’s friends and family.

I can tell they’re all wealthy and important, and it makes me even more nervous.

Cameron seems to know everyone, though, and is comfortable around them. He introduces me to several people, explaining that I’m his wife now.

They smile at me and congratulate me, but I can tell they think I’m a poor little gold digger.

I can’t blame them for that.

I’m dancing with Cameron now, feeling the heat of his body pressed against mine. He holds me tightly, his breath ghosting against my ear. I try to ignore the way my body is responding to him, with much arousal.

“Are you having fun?” Cameron asks me, looking down at me.

“Yes,” I lied. “This is amazing.”

“You look beautiful,” he tells me, smiling.

“Thank you,” I replied. “You look nice too.”

He chuckles. “Not as nice as you.”

I blush, looking away from him. We finish the dance, and then make our way to the limo again. It pulls up in front of a huge mansion, one I’ve never seen before. Cameron leads me out of the car, pulling me into his arms.

“Welcome to our home,” he tells me. He kisses my lips briefly.

“Thanks,” I whisper, staring up at the huge house.

Cameron laughs. “You don’t sound impressed.”

“I’m...” I pause, trying to find the right words. “I just didn’t know you lived here. It looks very nice.”

“It is,” he agrees. “I bought it for you.”

I frown. “You mean, you bought it for us?”

“Yes, that’s what I meant,” he says, smiling. He pulls me into his house and down a hallway, until we reach a room I assume is the master bedroom.

Cameron closes and locks the door behind him, then turns to look at me.

“Take off your dress,” he tells me.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he murmurs. “I want to see you Rebecca. I want to touch you and feel you and kiss you.”

I swallow hard. “But... but what about the contract?”

“What about it?”

“You said we weren’t going to...” I blush hotly, looking away from him.

“Have sex?” Cameron finishes for me. “No, I said we weren’t going to have sex until we were married. You’re married now, Rebecca, so you have to do what you promised and share my bed.”

“I don’t want to,” I whisper. My cheeks are flaming hot now. I didn’t realize he expected me to sleep with him tonight. I assumed I’d have more time.

“Then why did you agree to the contract?” he growls. “Did you think I would just marry you and leave you alone? I need you, Rebecca. I need your body. So take off your dress.”

I’m frozen in shock for a moment, unable to move or think. I stare at Cameron, seeing the lust in his blue eyes. He’s hard for me already, his erection pressing against the front of his pants.

I see my own reflection in the mirror, standing there in my expensive gown and heels. I look perfect, like a princess bride. I just never thought my first time would be like this.

I hear Cameron’s zipper lowering and turn to face him. He’s taking off his suit, standing naked in front of me. His sensitive part is hard and big, bigger than I thought it would be.

He’s covered in thick black hair, and I can see the veins running through his shaft.

I stare at him in shock, unable to look away.

“Now,” he growls. “Take off that damn dress.”

“O-okay,” I stutter, reaching behind me. I lower the zipper of my dress slowly, watching Cameron’s eyes heat with lust. He’s watching me hungrily, his breathing growing deeper.

I slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I step out of it, standing in my expensive bra and panties. My thong is pink and satin, the lace barely covering my mound. My bra cups my breasts tightly, pushing them upwards.

Cameron stares at me hungrily.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Just... be gentle with me. Please. I’ve never done this before.”

Cameron doesn’t respond. He just takes a step forward and pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply.

I let him kiss me for a minute, feeling his tongue against mine. Then, he pulls back and unfastens my bra.

He slides it down my arms and off, baring my two feminine parts to him.

I feel my pink crest harden as his hot gaze rakes over my body.

“So beautiful,” he whispers again. “Come to bed, Rebecca.”