True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 116

Without any words, the Frenchman approached her, taking her unawares by the waist. He ended up kissing her lips in a violent but passionate way. Of course Zoe resisted by hitting his arms, but little by little she gave in and surrendered to the k**s and her husband’s arms.

Soon the k**s became more needy on both sides. Zoe without control of her movements began to strip Jean of the jumper he was wearing. He did the same with the blanket she was wearing.

Within seconds the newlyweds had stripped off most of their clothes, the brunette wearing only her underwear. And the blond was wearing a jumpsuit.

The blond guy took his wife on top of him, who didn’t put up any resistance, which he loved… he led her to the bed where they lay down. Then he pulled down the brunette’s panties, then took off the jumpsuit.

He continued kissing Zoé’s lips, while he settled between her legs… he could only hear her panting, digging his nails into her back.

Anxious and a little nervous, the Frenchman searched for the entrance to his wife’s v****a, groping around a bit until he found it. She was already so wet that he was surprised. Slowly he pushed his member inside her. The brunette m****d hoarsely.

-Oh, God! she exclaims.

He penetrated her even more when a barrier touched the head of Jean’s p***s… that was impossible! She was a stripper, she slept with men for money. How could she be a virgin? She wondered, her eyes widening as she stayed as she was.

-Zoe… are you a virgin? She half opened her eyes, barely, and I could see the colour in her eyes.

-Yes. -Answer in a whisper.

-But… you… you… f**k, you…

-Please stop. I beg you. He said squeezing her shoulders tightly.

She sought his lips enveloping the Frenchman in a wave of passion… he let himself be carried away by that sweet k**s. He pushed his p***s deeper inside her, until the barrier was broken.

-Ah! Zoé cried out in pain.

He kept kissing her, without moving his p***s. He needed her to get used to him for a few seconds, slowly moving his h**s against her. He was sliding smoothly through the too tight and too wet cavity. It was a wonder, jean was in awe of her.

He moved a little more hurriedly until a few seconds later the girl was convulsing beneath him. She had no control of herself, her back was surely bleeding because it burned like hell itself.

-Ah! Jean! ah! for god’s sake, noooo… she screamed when she could not take it anymore, reaching her climax.

Tasting his wife’s virginity, Jean pulled up one of the brunette’s legs and with that movement he penetrated her even more… everything in her was so small, new, tight… damn! He was making love to his virgin wife.

His erotic thoughts urged him to cum, the sensation and the pressure he felt in his sorrow was indescribable. He couldn’t hold back any longer, so with slightly faster movements he g*****d against Zoé’s lips as he finally reached his first o****m with his wife.

Breathing heavily, Jean looked up to see his wife’s red cheeks and that uncharacteristic gleam in her green eyes.

-Why didn’t you tell me? She opens her eyes wider and swallows.

-I just, I didn’t think it would come to this. She bites her lips.

-You’re my wife, how could it not come to this? He tells her seriously.

-It’s not stipulated in the deal we made.

-You didn’t think we’d go for years married without having s*x. He says with a slightly mocking tone.

-This shouldn’t have happened.

-It should have, now if our marriage is completely legal.

Jean strokes her cheek. He was still on top of her. Both covered in a thin layer of sweat. He was more than happy, he had finally made her his, and in the best way. Finding out she was a virgin had been a great surprise.

Knowing that he was the only man who had ever touched her, caressed her and made love to her filled his ego… and he would never allow any other man to touch her, Zoe was his alone. He smiled, it had been many years since he’d slept with a pure and naive girl.

-What are you laughing at? I ask with a frown.

-You’re mine now!

-You’re very possessive, Jean.

-I am, and I won’t let any other man lay a hand on you. -I own you.

-I don’t belong to you. She is pushing him away.

She sits up suddenly covering her nakedness with the sheet… she was furious with him again.

-I married you just for show, and it seems that you want to take advantage of the situation just because we had s*x.

-We’re already married, nothing to do precious. He smiles arrogantly, putting his hands behind his head.

-I won’t play your games anymore. He stands up. -I won’t sleep with you again. She angrily shoots back at him.

-Yes you will… oh yes you will! He speaks arrogantly again.

Zoe rolls her eyes and goes straight to the bathroom to lock herself in… letting her body rest against the door she sighs. Suddenly a lone tear ran down her cheek, prompting her to wipe it away quickly.

She didn’t want to feel this way, but she knew she had made a big mistake. Giving herself to Jean had been a complete mistake. She shouldn’t have done it, she felt so bad. She had given something very important to Jean Pierre Dubois and she wasn’t sure he would appreciate it.

She put a hand to her chest. It was still throbbing, as if it would burst. She had a bad feeling about the whole thing, she suspected that… she suspected that she liked this Frenchman more than she should. And if that was so, then she was in serious trouble.

It didn’t take a genius to know that her husband’s feelings for her were not reciprocated.

Dubois waited for Zoe with a pleasant smile on his lips. With his arms behind his head, lying on the bed… so much so that he thought she was a prostitute, and she turned out to be a virgin. But how had she got to that bar?

He scratched his head, no matter how much he thought about it, it didn’t fit. Nor did he know anything about her. And because he had never had s*x, he was relieved that no one had abused her. Which led him to the conclusion that he understood why she was running away from him all the time. She was afraid because it was her first time.

But he would teach her a lot of things about s*x. And to keep her well away from other guys, she seemed a bit naive, that bothered him. Jean was a bit fascinated by his new wife, he smiled again. Quite fascinated.

The brunette coming out of the bathroom, meets a penetrating and fierce gaze… Jean was the sexiest and most seductive Frenchman she had met since she had set foot in France. He looked like a Nordic god, he was so handsome, and those blue eyes enveloped her unwillingly.

She swallowed hard, because she was still wrapped in the damn sheet… while for him, only a pillow covered the large anatomy hidden between her legs. She told herself not to give in to his charms.

-What are you waiting for? Go back to bed. He smiles at her with a dangerous gleam in his eye.

-No.

-No? He asks with disdain. -I’m not going to bite you, my wife, well, not at the moment. He bites her lips.

This one looks away… damn it! It was the only bed in the f*****g cabin. Where the f**k was she going to sleep if not in that bed?

-Jean… it’s the only bed there is, and I’m not willing to sleep with you again. She frowns.

-Then we’ve got a big problem, beautiful. Because I’m willing to devour that body all night long. Besides, we’re going back to the city tomorrow.

-Then I’ll sleep on the floor. He pouts at her.

The blond amuses those blue eyes getting a bit dangerous with that sharp look… he knew she was going to make it very difficult for him, so he would have to apply drastic methods with her.

He stood up, ignoring the nakedness of her body and feeling powerful when he sees her blushing and her eyes widening like saucers. He quickly approached his wife’s body and ended up carrying her like a princess.

-You will sleep in bed with me. He orders.

-Stupid, put me down at once. Don’t give me orders.

Then the Frenchman threw the brunette on the bed… he followed his steps, staying on top of her. He brought both hands above her head to lean a little towards her lips.

-Behave like a good wife, don’t make things difficult.

You’re an idiot, you look like a caveman and not a multi-millionaire businessman.

He smiles openly, and as he does so his eyes narrow, giving him a somewhat feline and dangerous look. Unconsciously the brunette bit her lips, her legs trembled and her belly was a jumble of emotions.

-I knew it! You want it as much as I do. She smiles, showing her whitish teeth.