The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Johnathon

POV

"Isn't this the greatest" Charlotte slurred, slumping sideways over me as the limousine began its journey back towards our house.

She was drunk. There was no polite way to put it. She was sloshed. Drinking cocktail after cocktail, tipping them back as though she had been drinking glasses of water. Her white dress was stained and crumpled, her hair was mussed and disheveled and her makeup was starting to run and smear across her face. I was not impressed, having held back on drinking myself and sticking to none other than soda water, my hangover still present from the night before. "We're married," Charlotte said gleefully, giggling madly.

Married, I thought grumpily, as the limousine cruised to a stop, and I was forced to hop out and help Charlotte to her feet, her body swaying back and forth, unsteady on her feet. I couldn't help but wonder if Charlotte was happy about being married or if she had partaken of the alcohol because she needed liquid courage to get through tonight. The notion did not sit well with me. I put my arm around her and helped her into the house, Charlotte carelessly kicking her shoes off and giggling as they landed haphazardly on the floor. "Ssshhh" I hissed.

It was late night and I didn't want her to wake up her mother or Grandfather. I shuddered to think what John would say if he saw his granddaughter in such a state on her wedding night. As it was, we'd managed to avoid any press catching wind of our celebrations, or else I might have been even more concerned.

"Oh don't be such a fuddy duddy" Charlotte pouted, as I began to grab her hand and drag her upstairs.

"You're drunk," I said, my headache throbbing behind my eyes "and if your Grandfather sees you, what do you think he's going to say?" I hissed, provoked.

She fell silent, moodily letting me lead her towards the bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed laughing.

I shut the door and locked it. Charlotte began to sit up and slip her dress over her head, dropping it to the floor and revealing her lace panties and bra. "What are you doing?" I groaned, as she wriggled on the bed and looked at me expectantly, hooking her finger and making a come hither motion towards me. "What do you think I'm doing?" she said tipsily "I'm going to make a baby with you" she giggled.

I exhaled slowly. I Began to take off my jacket and hang it neatly up. "Charlotte considering the state you are in, I don't think that's a good idea. You're too drunk to know what you're doing" I said tightly, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off.

She got to her feet and began to pull her panties off with a grunt, before struggling slightly to unclasp her bra as I pulled my trousers down, leaving just a pair of boxers on. She finally undid the bra and pulled it away seductively, letting it drop slowly from her fingertips.

"It's our wedding night" she trilled, as I rubbed my forehead "And we need to do it, Johnathon," she said, coming over and putting her hand on my chest "I'm not that drunk" She added, breathing into my ear.

Her hand moved underneath the waistband of my boxers, moving to grip my shaft as I inhaled sharply. The protest I was about to utter died on my lips. She smirked, licking her lips as she pumped her hand up and down a few times, my c**k springing to life and hardening in her hand.

"Looks like somebody's ready to play" she breathed, before using her other hand to pull down the boxers as I stepped out of them.

Damnit. It was almost impossible to request she stop now. She seemed to have gathered her faculties enough to know what she was agreeing to, but I couldn't decide if she wanted me, or if she wanted the s*x in order to have a baby.

"So big" she murmured, as my excitement grew, her body moving backward towards the bed, my body instinctively following, her body sitting on the bed and her hand letting go of my shaft, her hands reaching around to grab me around the waist and then dragging me on top of her.

"Damnit Charlotte" I growled, as she reached up and began to kiss me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her body grinding against me.

"You know you want to" she moaned, her hands squeezing, pinching, and massaging me all over in a frantic attempt to get me to enter her "Do this for me Johnathon" she pleaded huskily.

"You really want me to help you make a baby," I said, moving back slightly so she was forced to look up at me "Is that all you're after?"

She must have sensed there was more to the question, her hand reaching up to stroke my face. "I want you Johnathon," she said beseechingly "It's our wedding night after all. Isn't this what couples do on their wedding night?" she bit her lip, looking shy all of a sudden "Is it a crime to want to do this for the first time with my new husband?" she added thickly.

I grew hesitant. I wanted her words to ring true. God, she looked f*****g gorgeous, naked and on the bed beneath me. But it had been one hell of a day and I was struggling with my inner turmoil. Suddenly she moved, quickly and I found myself lying down on my back, while she was on top of me. It had been done so neatly, that I hadn't even anticipated her movements.

"I want you" she moaned, grabbing my hand and putting it on her b****t as I swallowed hard.

Why the hell was I hesitating? What kind of man was I? She raised her hips up and I felt her hand on my c**k, lightly guiding it to enter her and I sucked in a breath as she sank down onto me slowly. f**k. It was heavenly. The feel of her tight walls enclosing around my d**k as she pushed slowly down. It was all I could do to grit my teeth and stop myself from blowing my load right then and there. She sank down and I groaned, before she rested completely on top, her eyes sparkling down at me.

She rose up and then down while I tensed. Damn. So good, so f*****g good. She set the pace, slow and torturous as my hands gripped her waist, trying to prevent myself from taking over as she looked down at me with satisfaction. She still looked slightly drunk but not overly now. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, continuing to ride me, letting out long and loud moans that continued to excite and arouse me further.

"You're so big" she whimpered as she sank back down, "it feels so good" she moaned.

She was going to kill me at this rate. My hands squeezed her flesh, my head flinging back slightly as she rode me.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I was done letting her take control. I slipped out of her as she gaped at me, reversing positions and slamming into her as she let out a cry of pleasure. I began to f**k her hard, senselessly, her body bouncing on the bed as my hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them roughly. She was like a doll. All I could think about was how good she felt as I thrust in and out of her with my c**k. She dug her nails into my back and I gave a groan.

"Harder" she begged, her eyes on me "Harder" she cried, her hands clutching wildly at me.

"Damnit Charlotte" I growled as I began to pound away, my release seconds away, her eyes gleaming with triumph "f**k" I cursed.

I came, spilling my seed inside of her. I let out a long guttural groan, my head flinging back as I released, my body going stiff. I missed the look of disappointment on Charlotte's face due to not having her own release as I began to relax and slowly slide out of her, panting heavily.

She immediately turned around and began to put her legs up on the head of the bed. I frowned, flopping down next to her as she got herself comfortable.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, feeling sleepy and resting on the pillow.

She scowled, "I'm putting my legs up to help the sperm reach the egg or whatever. It's supposed to help," she said icily. "Whatever," I said, drowsy now "you know that you shouldn't be drinking if you want to get pregnant," I told her as she blinked and stared at me indignant.

"I'll worry about that when I'm actually pregnant," she said frostily.

I sighed. "What's your problem Charlotte? Didn't I just do what you wanted?"

She sniffed. "If you have to ask, then clearly you weren't paying attention," she said angrily.

"Screw this, I'm taking a shower," I told her, sitting up and staring at her "When I come back I'm going to sleep."

"While you do that, I'm going to take care of myself and finish, seeing as you didn't see fit to do that yourself" Charlotte snapped, her fingers going towards her v****a and her c**t.

So that was why she was angry, I thought rolling my eyes. "Charlotte, I'm capable of..." I trailed off.

"Just shower" she griped "Trust me, it's more rewarding if I do it."

Now I just felt insulted and humiliated. I stood up and stormed towards the bathroom, shutting the door loudly as I heard Charlotte begin to deliberately moan loudly. Great. f*****g great. This was some wedding night, I thought, getting into the shower and staring morosely at the tiles. My wife was drunk, unhappy, and about to climax with her own fingers. Could this possibly get any worse? I wanted to laugh till I cried. As wedding nights went, this one definitely rated as shitty and one of the most awful to go down in history. I closed my eyes. Maybe tomorrow we could start with a clean slate and start our lives anew as a blissfully married couple, but part of me suspected that this night was just a foretelling of what was to come.