The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 40. R18: Climax At The Wedding.

This is not for pleasure.

You’re helping him.

You’re just helping him.

Nicolette chanted in her head as she unzipped Alaric’s trousers and pulled out his dick.

"Uhmmm," he moaned, his voice low, his eyes closed.

What the fuck!

His cock stood tall, golden, thick, and she just...

How many inches was this?

Seven? Eight?!

Her breath hitched at the sight before her.

You can do this.

She bit her lip, stifling the sound that threatened to slip out. One of her hands wasn’t enough to cover his erection, so she had to use both.

She pressed her lips together.

Gentle now.

This is not for pleasure.

Her hands moved up and down against his rod, and Alaric grunted.

Was it out of pain or pleasure?

She couldn’t tell.

She leaned in closer, inspecting him as her hands gilded steadily.

It was huge, golden, with a soft patch of blonde pubic hair that grew at the base, and a pink cap that made her instinctively want to climb and ride on it.

Stop this, Nicolette!

Help the man.

She swallowed her thoughts and kept moving. Slowly, carefully, applying pressure.

Alaric moaned and she took it as progress. She increased her pace, stroking him, setting a rhythm that made her inside curl despite herself.

She cupped the tip, squeezing it gently, placing one hand there, the other supporting the base.

"Ahmm... shotwoape..." Alaric mumbled incoherently, his eyes shut, his voice slurred.

His tone, his moans... they stirred something inside her... something dangerous. And she just wanted to take off her lacy panties and ride him.

But that would be weird, wouldn’t it?

Alaric wasn’t fully conscious of this act, and that would be taking advantage of him. Yet, she couldn’t control the heat that was building up inside her.

"Nicolette..." he moaned and she lost it.

She moved closer to him. Her body trembled. Her legs burnt with heat. She jerked him faster, fighting the urge to taste him.

She was burning.

She couldn’t control herself anymore.

With one hand, she lifted her wedding gown. The other stayed on him, guiding her strokes.

She could smell her own arousal.

She could feel the wetness soaking through her lacy panties.

She needed something! Anything to ease the ache.

She parted her legs, resting one thigh on Alaric’s, as she continued working her magic.

Robert used to enjoy her handjobs, and judging by Alaric’s moans, she was sure he was enjoying it too.

Except it was driving her crazy. It was taking her wild. And she just wanted to unleash this fire inside her.

Before she could stop it, a moan escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth with one hand.

Too late.

Alaric had heard her, and his eyes fluttered open. "Nicolette..." he moaned again. His voice was deeper this time, filled with raw need, sending chill in between her legs.

He brought a weak hand to her thigh and she gasped, her stomach tingling with pleasure, her heart pounding with want.

For a second, she forgot she was the one giving the pleasure. Her thoughts wandered and she pressed her lips together to hold back another moan.

Alaric’s fingers moved to her core and she lost it.

She released the moan, her body jolting with the shock of sensation.

His middle finger flicked her clit. Weakly. Briefly. But it sent a gush of moisture out of her.

He touched her there again before dropping his hand limply to her thigh.

"Alaric..." she purred breathlessly, her senses spiraling.

Her fingers found the tip of his erection, and she traced its outline, until she found the tiny opening that promised release.

When she thumbed it, his body jerked. His hands dropped to his sides, and his legs spread on the floor.

He tried to reach for her, but he couldn’t lift his hand.

"Baby..." His words were soft, yet electrifying.

Nicolette moved closer to him, using her hands to please him. He moaned, murmured another gibberish she couldn’t understand.

She searched for his balls in his trousers and squeezed them gently against one palm.

He rolled his eyes back, and she knew it was time.

She stroked him hard. Up. Down. One hand, then both.

Faster. Faster. Quicker.

Her pace increased just as passion began to build inside her again. She went faster—the faster she went, the hotter, the hungrier she became.

"Nicolette!" Alaric’s tone changed, sharper, clearer now.

She used all her strength, stroking harder, until she felt him jolt.

"Ah!" he cried out as he came, shooting his release all over his trousers, all over her hands.

When the warm liquid touched her skin, something snapped inside her.

Alaric fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Nicolette parted her legs wider.

She had to release this fire inside her.

She had to do it quickly before Alaric became fully conscious.

She shifted her panties and thumbed her clit. The pleasure grew inside her, almost sending her off the couch.

She dipped a finger in.

Then two.

She plunged, she pressed, searching for that button that brought relief.

Her mind drifted to Alaric’s cock and she melted.

She saw his release on her hand.

She heard his moan in her ears.

She whimpered, letting the words flow out of her mouth.

She thrusted her sweet spot. She pressed. Until a wave of ecstasy crashed over her and a cascade of liquid gushed out.

Nicolette collapsed on the couch, her heart racing, her body trembling.

"Nicolette," Alaric said, his voice tingled with amusement.

She stiffened.

Did he hear her?

"That was... hot," he said in a slow, frail tone, chuckling slightly.

Nicolette gathered herself together, mortified, her cheeks turning red.

He had heard everything!

Her blush deepened as she stood up and pulled up her panties.

She looked at Alaric. He lay on the floor, still breathing heavily, but he wasn’t sweating anymore. In fact he looked a lot better.

"Are you... good?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Yes," he replied and even gave her a thumbs-up.

Relief washed over her. He was better now, which meant the wedding could continue.

She bit her lip, her eyes drifted to his cock laying out of his trousers. Even though it was soft now, it still looked majestic.

She looked away quickly.

Don’t be a perv, she scolded herself.

"Get cleaned up so... you can meet your guests," she said, her blush deepening.

"Yes, ma’am," he chuckled.

Nicolette straightened her gown and stepped out of the room. Her heart fluttered with delight as a small smile spread on her face.

Despite everything, she felt... good.

She couldn’t deny the ease that warmed from her chest, to her stomach, then down to her legs.

Who would have thought climaxing on her wedding day was even possible after how shitty the day had begun?

She walked down the hallway, heading to her room to freshen up before rejoining the party, when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Bitch!" Violet snapped.

Nicolette turned, stunned to see Violet and Clara storming toward her.

Her stomach sank. Oh oh, this was trouble.

"You stupid child!" Clara barked, surging forward and slapping Nicolette across the face.

Stunned by the action, Nicolette placed a hand on her cheeks. "What...?"

"That’s for hitting my daughter-in-law!" Clara shouted, her voice echoing with anger.

Confusion merged with the shock inside Nicolette as she saw the hatred in both women’s eyes.

They came closer to her, sending jolts of dread inside her.

Clara spoke, disdain burning in her gaze. "I can’t believe Alaric gave you my dress!"

Nicolette’s eyes dropped to the wedding gown.

This was Clara’s dress? Why would Alaric do that?

Before she could piece it together, Violet and Clara surrounded her.

Violet hit her on the face.

Nicolette staggered back in disbelief. The shock raced through her, before morphing into anger.

She tried to hit Violet back, but Clara held her hand, and Violet sent another resounding slap on her cheek.

"You should take that dress from her. This tramp doesn’t deserve it," Violet smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes.

Clara tilted her head, a wicked smile spreading on her lips. "You’re right. You’re so smart, darling."

Nicolette stepped back, her knees suddenly buckled with fear. "No!"

But it was too late, Clara and Violet grabbed her roughly.

Nicolette struggled with them.

But Clara found the zip of the dress, and in one swift move, the wedding dress came down.

Leaving her naked in the hallway!