My Fake Husband
An Older Man Younger Woman Romance
Matilda Martel
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Follow Me
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Chapter 1
Arranged
James Sullivan was my father’s right-hand man and his fixer. I suspect maybe even a hitman, although he’d deny it to his grave. He’d been born in Dublin but lived here in New York as far back as I could remember and yet somehow at the age of 37, his immigration status was called into question. My father, Bruce Lynch, a notorious gangster, suspected one of his enemies was responsible for trying to get James deported and there was no way he was going to let that happen- James was like a son to him. I was like a daughter to him, when it was convenient and in this scenario, I became very convenient.
“Lucy, you have to marry James. If you marry him, they can’t deport him. It won’t even look suspicious- you’ve known him for years and he’s always around you.” My father sat across from me at the dinner table and barked out his command. It might have been sounded like a request, but it was definitely a command.
“Daddy! I’m 19 years old! James is almost twice my age! How can you expect me to marry him? We’re always fighting!” James Sullivan was the most handsome man I had ever met in real life, and I’d wanted to lose my virginity to him ever since I found out I had one to lose. But there’s a difference between sex and marriage and there was no way I was going to give in so easily. Where’s the fun in that?
“Well, I’ll tell him to stop fighting with you. I’m sure you start at least half of them, Lucinda. You’re very contrary.” He wagged his finger at me.
“Daddy! I am not!” I start almost EVERY fight, but it’s all part of the dance and I get such a kick out of making him crazy. He loves it, I know he does.
“Besides, I can’t believe he’d agree to this—doesn’t he have any pride?”
“Yes, I do and I’ve told your father I don’t want to marry you if you’re not willing.” James walked in at just the right moment. He always had such impeccable timing.
“She’s willing, aren’t you Lucy?” Daddy was such a bully.
“For how long? You promised me I could go live in Paris when I turned 20 and I’m 19 now. How long do I have to stay married?” I was in full tantrum mode, never mind that I was already wet thinking about the wedding night.
“4 or 5 years at least—I get a green card in about 8 months and then after 3 years I can apply for citizenship.” James glared at me. He was so fucking hot. His incredible body, his black hair, blue eyes, the Irish accent and that bulge in his pants that sometimes made an appearance when we were fighting all came together to make one hell of a specimen of male beauty. One thing he was not, was remotely deferential for someone asking such a huge favor. He could stand to kiss just a tiny spot on my ass, just this once.
“What? What about Paris? Daddy? You promised!” I needed something to bargain with and the more I milked it the better.
“You can go visit regularly, I’ll pay for your trips and your fancy hotels and after the 5 years I’ll buy you a place there, I promise.” Daddy must have been desperate to be handing over so much. James cocked his head to one side when he saw me start to smile. I was afraid he was catching on.
“Fine, but this is in name only, right? We don’t have to have sex or anything, do we?” I pouted and tapped my fingers on the table. I was dying to have sex with him, but I couldn’t admit it.
James furrowed his brow and scowled. “Of course, we have to have sex- it’s not legal until we do. And how do you expect to be married for 5 years without having sex?”
“No one will know if we have sex with each other! And we can still have sex with other people. This is a sham marriage anyway.” I gazed into his icy blue eyes and shook my head smugly, imagining him without his suit. Pretty soon he was going to be all mine. Every inch of that 6’4 body was going to be the property of Lucinda Margaret Lynch.
“We’ll be married. You’re not having sex with other people. You’ll be having sex with me!” He huffed and his sexy lip curled in defiance.
“Daddy! Jimmy wants to have sex with me!” I stood and pointed at James while screaming at my father. I stifled a laugh as I stomped my foot and left my father speechless.
James narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth. “I’ve told you a million times not to call me Jimmy.” He was so fucking sexy when he was angry.
We were engaged for two weeks during which time my father arranged for us to have a small Catholic ceremony to make it look as authentic as possible. That should have been my first clue that Jimmy had long term intentions- he was super Catholic, and his mother was flying in all the way from Dublin! How was the good Catholic going to explain to Ma Sullivan that he and I were getting divorced in 5 years? When I asked him at our rehearsal dinner, he looked at me like I was insane.
“Jesus, no. It would break her heart if she knew I was getting married with the intention of getting divorced.” He shook his head, like I was crazy one.
“Then why are we getting married in the church? Why not marry me at City Hall? That way you can still marry in the church when you marry your real wife?” I rolled my eyes and he stared at me in irritation.
“I won’t get married again. This is it. If you and I divorce, I would always think of you as my real wife- this is a sacrament and I wouldn’t feel right marrying anyone else.” His expression softened but that didn’t stop me from waving my hand to dismiss him.
“If we get divorced? We shall be divorcing and for the record, I’ll be remarrying and having children with someone else and feel just fine.” I chuckled sarcastically.
“Oh shut-up, Lucy.” He crossed his arms in annoyance and turned away.
I swear I did not want to make a big deal out of the wedding, but since we were getting married in a church and Daddy had invited all of his “business associates” and flown in Jimmy’s family from Dublin and Cork, plus all the Lynches from Galway, I HAD to get a nice dress. My Aunt Maureen helped me shop since I’d lost my Mom years ago and because Daddy was paying for everything— we hit the couture on 5th Avenue. I looked divine and had no qualms about wearing white. After all, I was still showroom new, so to speak. Just before the ceremony, James came to visit me in the bride’s room. Because we weren’t supposed to see each other and we had enough bad luck weighing on us, we spoke through a cracked door.
“Lucy?” For once, his voice sounded gentle and sweet.
“Hi, James.” I didn’t know what to say. Now that the hour was upon me, I was considering bolting. Maybe he sensed it. This wasn’t how I pictured my wedding day. Sure, I found him attractive, but I wasn’t in love with him and he wasn’t in love with me.
“I just wanted to thank you Lucy. I know what this means and how sacred marriage should be. You should know I would not have agreed to this with just anyone.” He shoved his hand in the crack of the door to reach out for mine.
I touched his fingers and held tightly to his pinky. “James? Where are we going tonight?”
“We have a room at The Plaza then we’re going to the Poconos for a week.” He laughed when he said it, knowing what my reaction would be.
“Oh my God, the
Poconos! How did you know? Did you get one of those places with the champagne glass hot tubs?!” I jumped up and down. They were so cheesy but to my virginal 19-year old brain, I thought they were the coolest things ever.
“Lucy! You never shut up about the stupid Poconos. Every time someone gets married, you comment on how they should have gone to the Poconos and gotten one of those champagne glass hot tubs. Incidentally, those places are not very nice, so we’re only staying there one night and then we’re booked in a much nicer place by the lake the rest of the week.” He gripped my hand tighter, checking in to see if I was happy.
“Aww, you were listening.” I squeezed his finger and choked up a bit.
“Are you okay about tonight? We probably should have spent more time together by ourselves. You’re not nervous, are you?” He sounded nervous.
“Are you implying I’m a virgin? You don’t know that for sure.” I teased.
“Yes, I do. It’s my job to know exactly what you do at all hours of the day and unless you were having sex during school hours at your all-girl Catholic school-- yes you are.” He laughed at me.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. You don’t seem so scary.”
“No, not yet. But just wait.” He caressed my hand then made his fist into a claw, pretending to strike at me and making me giggle. God, I was getting wetter by the second. How the hell was I going to last through the ceremony and reception?
“I’ll see you at the altar Miss Lynch, do not keep me waiting.”
Chapter 2
Married
If he hadn’t looked so gorgeous in his black tuxedo, I might have found a reason to run, but there was no way I was not going to race down the aisle and claim that man as mine. As I walked to him on my father’s arm, his striking blue eyes remained fixed on me the entire way. When I smiled at him, he returned it and walked down the altar steps to take me from Daddy.
“You look beautiful, Lucy.” His face looked flushed and his palm felt sweaty.
“You look really handsome. Are you nervous?” If he was nervous, then maybe I should be too.
“Not at all, I just can’t wait to be alone with you.” He was turned on and the lustful looks he gave me throughout the ceremony brought my arousal to a whole new level. It seemed odd this should be happening. We hated each other or we’d always acted like we did. Plus, we were an arranged marriage—why were we so hot and bothered during our wedding mass?
The damn reception was torture for both of us. We held hands through it all, touching, petting and fondling whatever we could. While we ate dinner, he put my hand on his crotch and made me feel how hard I made him. And his hardness was not what turned me on the most. James was huge. No, more than huge, he was once in a blue moon massive. Feeling his stiff bulge creep down into his pant leg, I stroked it gently and crossed my legs, feeling the moisture pool into my panties. He stared at me as he struggled to control his breath.
“Maybe we should get going.” He removed my hand and held it tightly. “We’ve danced, we’ve cut the cake, we’ve listened to toasts, you’ve tossed your bouquet- we need to leave.”
“Yeah, we should go.” I stood and led him over to my father. “Daddy, I’m exhausted and I’m feeling sick. We’re going to say goodnight now.”
“So soon? Well, if you don’t feel good. James is going with you, yes? It wouldn’t look right if he didn’t.” Daddy was so behind.
James answered for me. “I’m tired too. It’s been a long day for both of us. We’ll say goodbye to family and sneak out. Thank you for everything, Bruce.”
“Of course, please take good care of my Lucy. Good night, sweetheart. I owe you big time.” He kissed me on the cheek, and I winked at James.
“He owes you, really? You were dying to marry me.” He smirked as we made our way through the crowd and then finally out to the limo.
“You sir, couldn’t wait to get your pervy Irish mitts on this sweet piece of ass and you know it.” I laughed as I wormed by way into the back seat with my big petticoat. The dress was giving me so much trouble I didn’t see him pounce as soon as the door closed.
“Yes, this perverted Irishman is going to take full advantage of his husbandly rights and break in this sweet piece ass all night.” After carrying me over to his lap, he snaked his fingers through my hair and brought my mouth down to his. Licking my lips and grazing his mouth against mine, I whimpered when he finally smothered me with his kiss. I moaned and squirmed as he pulled me tightly to him, caressing my waist then squeezing my breasts like I’d always imagined he would.
“You looked so beautiful walking down the aisle towards me, Lucy. You almost took my breath away.” He whispered in my ear as he nibbled and kissed my neck. That was such a perfect thing to say, I’d have to give him a blowjob. I just hoped I was good at it.
“Jimmy, I’m kind of scared.” It was a force of habit to give him a hard time.
“Please stop calling me Jimmy. Not even my mother calls me Jimmy, sweetheart.” He held my chin up to look in his eyes. “Do you do that just to make me mad?”
“Not really, it’s just I used to fantasize about you and in my fantasies, I always called you Jimmy.” That part was completely true. I fluttered my eyelashes at him coquettishly and pouted.
“I know what you’re doing. Those big eyes don’t work on me anymore, we’re married now- and is that true? Did you really fantasize about me?” He went back to kissing my neck. “You’re not really scared, are you?”
“I did and I am, James, you’re really big. You’re going to hurt me.” I moaned as he trailed slow kisses across my chest.
“No, I won’t hurt you.”
“Liar.”
“Fine, it might hurt some, but just the first time and I’ll make up for it. I promise.” He dipped his nose in my cleavage and was about to pull out a breast when the driver informed us we were near The Plaza.
“That’s enough for now, James. You’re getting way ahead of yourself.” I tucked my stray boob back into my strapless gown and fixed myself up before exiting the limo.
A small crowd in the elevator kept us from getting naughty, but once we were in our room, I felt the sudden urge to run away from him, certain that I was about to pay for all the times I’d frustrated the hell out of him.
“There’s no sense in running, Mrs. Sullivan, this room is not very big.” He undressed as he followed me into the bedroom.
“Mrs. Sullivan? I never said I was changing my name!” I laughed and turned around so he could unzip my dress.
Kissing my back as he pulled down my zipper, he threatened the vilest thing ever. “If you want this cock, you’ll change your name.”
With my mouth hanging open in shock, I looked up at him. “You would hold him hostage from me over something so silly?”
Smiling wickedly, he nodded. “How badly do you want him?”
“I can go without him, Mr. Sullivan. There are so many dicks out there, I’d never run out.” I dropped my dress and unlaced my corset. “But can you do without these? Did you know I was a 32D? No man has ever touched them, James.” He watched with hungry eyes as I tossed my lingerie to the floor and lowered my panties, unveiling my bare pussy to him for the first time. “And you already know you’re the first man to see her—but if you want to hold out, I can wait.” I walked away, giving him full view of my round ass and got maybe three steps before his huge hands grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed.
“You are changing your name Lucy and you’re not denying me anything.” As he pinned me down, he pulled off his undershirt, enveloping me in his scent and warmth. I felt overwhelmed with desire, he was so beautiful and masculine, all I wanted to do was surrender to his every whim. Bringing his hard body down on mine, his hands grasped mine tightly, squeezing them in his and stretching them high above my head. His lips gently grazed mine, making me reach up to feel their warmth. Licking and biting them softly, I whimpered in his arms waiting for his kiss while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smiled at my eagerness,
then forced his tongue in my mouth, drawing out a loud moan as his hands traveled down to my breasts.
“How do you like your new name?” He whispered as he took a rock-hard nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling on it.
“I love it. It’s perfect.” I cooed into his wavy black hair, pulling it roughly as he latched on harder, driving my hips to jerk up into his abdomen. He had me right where he wanted me, but just for today. I promised myself I’d get back at him later.
“You’re so beautiful, Lucy. I can’t believe you’re really mine.” He shifted lower, taking hold of the curve of my waist and kissed my stomach. Spreading my thighs beneath him, I rose up to see what he was doing just in time to see him lower his head into my gushing slit. My heart raced as his tongue traced my lips, lapping up my juices as he dipped deep into my passage. He groaned as he ate me out, letting the vibrations of his voice add to the sensation of his lusty attention. I trembled and writhed as he held my legs tightly apart, licking and stabbing his tongue deep inside me, forcing my moans to escalate in sound and frequency as his enthusiasm grew. Desire rushed through me as the heat radiating from him made my skin feel hot and caused my needs to develop into a desperate aching. Just when I didn’t think I could stand another second, he latched on tightly to my clit and brought my climax tumbling forward out of control.
“James! Oh God! You’re going to make me cum!” Thrashing wildly, my back arched, and my pelvis bucked against his face as desire overtook all my senses. I felt insane with lust and overwhelmed with a hunger to feel him inside me. “James! Please, I need more, I need you.”
“You have me, Lucy.” Rising up, and moving over me, he brought his face close to mine, and gazed at me adoringly. “You have me, baby.” Gripping one hand tightly, he used the other to position his massive cock at my pussy before slowly thrusting his entire length inside me.
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