The Second Marriage Chance

Emily

My heart pounded as Mr. Bronn Martin and I stood in the elevator. His fingers had been tracing patterns on my waist for a while, their touch warm and burning against my exposed skin.

I remembered his whispers in my ear, “Would you like to join me in my room?”

I nodded, meeting his gaze and bringing us to the elevator. Robert accompanied us, calmly carrying his boss’s things.

When the suite door opened, I was greeted by a beautiful unit. It featured a spacious living area, a kitchen, several rooms, and an outdoor pool surrounded by lush Bermuda grass. I walked to the glass wall, taking in the breathtaking view of the city below. It was hard to believe such a place existed inside a hotel.

As I feasted my eyes on the glittering lights outside, I suddenly felt hands squeezing my waist, followed by the warmth of his presence behind me.

Mr. Martin’s lips brushed against the sensitive curve of my ear, and I closed my eyes, gasping at the heat of his breath against my skin. As I tilted my face towards him, his mouth met mine, his tongue exploring with a compelling intimacy.

In that delicious moment, I forgot everything around me, lost in the exquisite sensation of his kiss.

Mr. Martin’s kiss deepened, igniting a fiery passion within me. As our connection intensified, a warm sensation began to swirl in my lower abdomen, fueling a desire to reciprocate his intensity.

His hands, strong and confident, traced the contours of my smooth, exposed back, and I felt the cool air against my skin where he had already undone the zipper of my top.

“I imagined this all day, Emily…” he murmured, gazing at me while panting from the extended exchange of kisses.

My heart fluttered with anticipation, for I felt the same longing. In my mind, I envisioned how Mr. Bronn Martin would worship me, imagining the sweetness of his kisses and tender caresses.

His hand gently cradled my jaw, his lips tracing a path from my collarbone to the sensitive curve of my ear. The scent of his expensive cologne enveloped me, sending shivers of delightful anticipation through my trembling lips.

“Ohh…” I couldn’t suppress a soft moan of pleasure. Suddenly, a cool breeze brushed against me because my top slipped entirely off my shoulders.

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks flush as I met his gaze directly. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, feeling a mix of awkwardness and vulnerability.

“Why are you hiding them? They were perfect…” His voice held genuine confusion, puzzled by my sudden embarrassment.

“Mr. Martin, I… I’m not… I haven’t had a sexual experience yet,” I murmured, unable to look at him after confessing.

He hesitated for a fleeting moment. I panicked, afraid it might cause him to reject me.

“A-are you mad?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Should I be mad at you?” He paused but gazed at me intensely. “But do you want this, Emily?”

I nodded eagerly at his question. My nipples were erect, craving, pleading for his touch.

“Don’t worry. I will be gentle…” he murmured.

We shared another tender kiss, lost in each other’s embrace. His touch grazed my skirt, skillfully unzipping it until I stood in nothing but my cotton panties.

By the expansive floor-to-ceiling glass wall, he gently lifted me and carried me into one room, where a massive bed awaited; it could easily accommodate five people.

His fingers delicately caught the edge of my last garment, gliding down my legs. The anticipation in his eyes, his breath, and everything about him mesmerized me.

“Beautiful…” he murmured, admiring my two perky breasts as I lay on the white sheets.

With deliberate care, he shed each piece of clothing, draping them on a nearby rack without averting his gaze from mine.

My lips quivered as I observed his graceful motions-how he unbuttoned his shirt, slipped off his trousers, and finally, his boxer briefs until he stood before me, completely naked.

His manhood was hard, thick… causing me to gulp.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he gracefully settled onto the bed. The gentle touch of his fingertip traced my cheek while his gaze worshipped my skin…

How Mr. Martin’s eyes adore every inch of my body never ceases to amaze me.

“You are perfect, Emily… Just the way you are in my fucking dreams…” he murmured before his mouth landed on my one hard nipple.

The sensation coursing through me made my body jerk and shiver.

“Ahh…” My body arched, drawing my chest closer to his moist lips. He tenderly trailed his tongue over the other, teasing my nipple with gentle flicks.

I closed my eyes, feeling how good it was! While his manhood occasionally touches my legs. My throat tightened in anticipation of the impending pleasure, gasping as his lips trailed over my shoulder.

“These lips… should only be mine, Emily…” he whispered, his thumb caressing my lower lip. “You will moan only my name, no one else… I alone will worship your body and no one else…”

His insistent mouth crashed against mine again, igniting a fire that consumed my thoughts. In that fleeting embrace, all I desired was to surrender myself entirely to him, to let the rising tide of passion carry us away.

I crave him…

I want Bronn Martin!

His knee gently parted my legs, his eyes locking onto mine with a tender intensity. In that fleeting moment, I couldn’t help but arch involuntarily as his fingertips brushed against my exquisitely sensitive slit, where myriad pleasures converged, unleashing a wave of unfamiliar yet blissful joy.

“Ohhhh! It felt good, Mr. Martin…” My words spilled forth, my hand finding refuge on his shoulder.

His lips brushed softly against my neck once again, sending shivers through me, while his fingers tenderly brought pleasure inside me. My nails unconsciously gently grazed his back.

“I’m preparing you, Emily,” he murmured against my skin, “so it won’t be too painful.”

“Ah…” I gasped, savoring the delicious sensation, my eyes swirling with desire. It wasn’t long before I yearned for more of that exquisite intimacy.

“I want you, Mr. Martin…” In my eyes lay the longing.

Without hesitation, he fulfilled my desire. In an instant, he shifted closer, the tip of his manhood aligning perfectly with my wet, sensitive slit. Anticipation coursed through me, painting vivid scenes of what was to come.

“Ahhh!” I gasped softly as I felt his thick shaft gently easing, dominating my inner muscles.

It didn’t take long before I felt entirely him inside me.

“It felt so fucking good inside you… Shhh…” His soothing and gentle voice caressed my ears as he tenderly stroked my hair. Tears welled in my eyes as I felt his presence deeply.

Bronn’s sweet kisses on my lips brought a soothing calm that melted away my nerves, leaving me entranced by his thick manhood inside me.

Soon, every ache I had felt was replaced by sweet moans of pleasure and waves of ecstasy…

***

I woke up at nine in the morning, expecting to feel Bronn’s warm, muscular body beside me, but my hand met only cool, empty sheets.

Sitting up, I winced at the unfamiliar soreness between my thighs. Red stains on the white sheets reminded me of the previous night’s events, flushing my cheeks with embarrassment.

A folded note on the bedside table caught my attention.

“I have to leave early for a business trip to New York. Please text Robert when you wake up. – Mr. Martin.”

The formal tone shocked me like a sudden splash of cold water. Where was the warmth, the intimacy we had just hours before? The harsh truth of our situation started to become clear.

After freshening up, I messaged Robert. Bronn’s executive assistant arrived promptly to escort me from the suite, his knowing look suggesting he was aware of what had transpired between his boss and me. The marks of our intimacy were likely evident on my skin.

Silence hung heavily between me and Bronn’s secretary as he drove me to Evelyn and my apartment door.

Robert cleared his throat. “Miss Carter, the boss asked me to give this to you,” he said, handing me a thick, cream-colored envelope. “And one more thing, I’ll pick you up tonight. He wants you to stay at his villa.”

My mind raced with unanswered questions. Though no formal agreement had been made, it appeared that our relationship was progressing towards the terms outlined in the contract.

Thankfully, Evelyn was out when I arrived home, sparing me her inevitable interrogation. Opening the envelope, I was taken aback. Inside were a check for two hundred thousand dollars, a black card, and a small packet of pills I recognized as emergency contraception.

That’s right! This was payment. For my virginity. For my body. For my compliance.

Perhaps Bronn just wanted to fuck me.

Swallowing my pride, I deposited the funds into the hospital’s account, informing Dr. Vanderbilt that one hundred thousand was an advance payment under my mother’s name.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

I couldn’t forget the passion and gentleness Mr. Matin had shown me last night. How he’d looked at me, kissed me, touched me, made me feel…

It was then that I began to dream of being truly loved by Bronn Martin.

But two years later, the revelation that he was about to marry another woman from his own social circle complicated everything…