The McCain Marriage Contract

I grunted in utter pleasure as she pushed me over and straddled me in one quick movement, riding me until I was sure my brains would burst. The girl really knew her craft and she knew how to be in control. I knew instantly this would not be the last time we'd fuck.

But why was I fucking this sweet French girl and thinking about Valerie Jensen? Valerie -- my very first crush, my first kiss, my first love. After her, there had been so many other women, so much that I couldn't keep count. With each one it was business as usual -- we fucked and we parted ways. There was no commitment, no multiple encounters, except for this French girl I was sure I would hook up with again. But all I had done was see Valerie again after eleven long years and it was impossible to get her off my mind.

As if that wasn't bad enough, my dad was blackmailing me to get married to her. It was either that or kiss all of my inheritance goodbye.

"Faster," I groaned. "Ride me faster!"

The girl bit one side of her lip in a way that turned me on and increased her pace. She moved her hips in ways I had never seen or even thought possible and I felt myself grow harder. The inside of her was becoming increasingly warmer and moister and I knew my end was near. I gritted my teeth and moaned. "I'm gonna cum, Vee-Jay. I'm fucking gonna cum!"

She gave a devilish smile and rode me harder. And just before my juice made it out, she got off me and deftly took her lips to the tip of my penis. She only had to suck on it four times before I ejaculated in her mouth.

We lay on the bed breathless and spent. Then she rushed off to have a bath, came back, and started dressing up.

"Aren't you spending the night?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I have a date tonight."

"Can I have your number then?" I moved closer to her and traced a finger across her neck. "I would love to do this again sometime."

She smiled at me, a sort-of sympathetic smile. "Sorry, boo. I only fuck a person once." Then she kissed me gently and walked out of the room.

Damn! I had been beaten at my own game. I probably deserved it too, seeing as I called her "Vee-Jay." That was the raunchy moniker I coined for Valerie in middle school from her initials. She had gotten under my skin!

I closed my eyes and wondered how my dad found her after all these years. I also wondered what he must have said to her, to convince her to marry me just like that. We loved ourselves back then, but I was sure she despised me for disappearing on her the way I did. Besides I knew how much of a romantic she was. She wanted the fairytale kind of love, the kind that swept one off their feet. She wanted the fancy dates, the quiet, meaningful strolls, and the sweetest engagement speech. It was hard to believe that the same person would play into my father's hands and agree to an arranged marriage -- with me of all people! Something was fishy and I was going to find out about it sooner or later. I saw this new Valerie four days ago, when I stopped by my dad's office to update him on the progress we had made on the new golf course we were setting up in Manhattan. After graduating from college, I oversaw all of his numerous business and I did a great job; he said I was a businessman from the womb. Just as I was about walking into his office, Valerie was leaving. It took me a moment for me to recognize her, and to be sure I was not dreaming. But before I could say a word she hurried away, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

"Why... Why was she here, dad? What did you do? What did you say to her?" I thundered. I was visibly shaking. That man was definitely up to no good.

My dad was surprisingly calm. "Relax, boy. She's family and she decided to pay me a visit."

"What happened to us staying away from them? What happened to..." I cut myself short and lowered my voice. "That was all your plan, remember?" "Well, plans change. Turns out we might be seeing the Jensens more often in the future."

I couldn't make any sense of that statement, but I didn't probe any further. I decided then that even if my dad continued with whatever shady business he was doing with the Jensens, I would steer clear of them. I wasn't interested in any fresh drama. I already had my fill of that.

The days passed and I felt relief that my dad had not made any further mention of Valerie. I was glad for that glimpse of her I caught and, if everything was ideal, I'd have loved to hang out with her. Hell, if everything was ideal we'd probably be married with kids already; we used to love each other that much. But then a lot had happened, a lot that time and distance had done nothing to heal. It was for the best that I stayed away from her.

Until that morning, around 5 a.m. when my dad called me and said in a tone of finality, "You're getting married to Valerie Jensen and providing this family with an heir. We'll all meet soon to discuss the details."