Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I sigh dramatically. “I feel great when I look in the mirror,” I confess. “I feel proud, sexy, muscular, and strong.”

  Eric and Chase have fire in their eyes.

  “Fucking exactly,” Chase says.

  “Nothing that shitbag photographer says is going to change that,” Eric adds.

  “Yeah, okay, I know what you’re trying to do,” I quip back. “You said it yourself though…that every now and then I can treat myself to an indulgence. Well, I’m fucking indulging, baby.”

  “Not like this,” Eric says. “There’s a time and a place, and your emotional state doesn’t reflect that stability right now.”

  “Yeah, well, fuck stability,” I say, fucking determined as ever.

  “You’ve worked so fuckin’ hard, Kara,” Chase says. “Don’t throw it all away because of one bad day.”

  I plop down on a chair in the room and contemplate whether I should heed their advice or protest by defying them.

  I stare at the floor, at my tanned and toned legs. I didn’t come this far to bow out, but I’m angry.

  Come here,” Eric says, grabbing my arm. “I know what will fix this once and for all.”

  I narrow my eyes…but like, fuck, babes. He’s so fucking sexy when he gets all commanding like this…you’d follow him to the bed, too.

  “You want to fucking binge?” Eric says, unbuckling his belt. “We’ll give you something to fucking binge on, then.”

  “Low cal,” Chase adds, unbuckling his own belt. “High in protein, too.”

  “So tell me, Kara,” Eric says. “Do you fucking want it?”

  My eyes slide back and forth across their bodies, thinking about it.

  Fuck. They’re hot. They’re way too fucking hot.

  I can always have a cheeseburger after, I guess.

  I lay back on the bed and feel them moving in on me, undressing themselves as they go.

  “Give it to me, then.”

  Kara

  If I was looking for a snack, these guys are way more than a mouthful.

  Chase comes up behind me on the bed, pulling my wrists upwards and holding them in place. His cock rests over my shoulder, getting longer and harder and thicker by the minute.

  I want to fucking suck it. I want to take it into my mouth and forget about everything else—everything that’s upset me today and how frustrated I am that my sexy new body has started causing so many fucking problems for me.

  I can’t decide what was worse: the way that people treated me when I was fat, or the way people treat me now that I’m fit and hot and conform to their ideals of beauty.

  When I was fat, people just had the decency to ignore me. At worst, they’d shoot me dirty looks like I was taking up too much space.

  But now that I’m fit and curvy in all the right places (but none of the wrong ones), I’m seeing the world in a different light. I’m getting way too much attention, and if I have to relive the day I’ve had today, I would honestly rather gain all the weight back.

  It’s a hard to take body image off your mind—especially when two sexy men are currently relieving you of your silk robe and stripping you naked so they can use you for their pleasure.

  Part of me feels like I’ll never give pleasure to anyone. The words that the paparazzo said to me are still fresh in my mind—and maybe he’s right. Maybe I am still fat on the inside.

  But another part of me—the more desperate, visceral, present part—knows that I want all the dick I can get right now.

  There’s nothing worse than being too deep into your own thoughts, after all.

  I’d rather have something else too deep into my body instead.

  One cock or two—I don’t mind, as long as they belong to my men.

  I turn my head to kiss Chase’s cock as it throbs against my shoulder. Meanwhile, Eric moves between my thighs.

  “Spread them fucking wide for me, Kara,” Eric says, running his hands up and down the thin skin on my inner thighs. Every time he slides his hands up my body, my pussy throbs faster and faster in hopefulness. Every time he moves his away, my pussy aches for his fingers to come closer next time.

  But while Eric has set out to tease me and make me beg for him, Chase isn’t nearly so patient of a man. As my lips find his dick, he grabs my hair and forces my mouth against his cock.

  “That’s right, Kara,” he growls. “Suck on it. Lick my fucking cock, you saucy little whore. You want something to eat? I’ll feed you my fuckin’ cum and we’ll see how hungry you are then.”

  “We’ve got big fucking loads ready for you, Kara,” Eric says, dipping his lips to my pussy and kissing my cunt up and down. “All you have to do is beg.”

  “Beg…and fucking take it,” Chase adds, rubbing his cock all over my fucking face.

  Eric’s lips are surprisingly cool against my hot, slick cunt. I think maybe my body temperature is burning so hot everything else feels cold in comparison.

  But I bet his cock is hot. I bet his cock is as fucking hot as they come.

  And when he comes inside me…

  I shiver, focusing my attention back up to Chase’s cock.

  I’m laying my kisses on every inch of Chase’s huge, fat 12-inch meat mountain that I can get at. He’s thrusting it up and down my shoulder, almost like he’s sizing up my neck for how deep he might be able to go.

  I’m suddenly reminded of another story about a hungry fucking snake—a python that got out in the middle of the night and laid in bed next to its unsuspecting owner come morning. When the woman asked the vet why it had done that, the veterinarian told her the unseemly truth—the python was sizing her up to see if she was too big to eat.

  That’s what it feels like Chase is doing to my throat right now. Rubbing his own big, thick python up and down the length of my neck, seeing where his cock will land if he fucks my mouth and wondering if I’ll be able to take him the way he needs me to right now.

  I think we can all feel it, the desperation. I can feel it in the way Eric’s mouth pushes between the lips of my pussy, laying wet, hard kisses against my clit. I can feel it in the way Chase dips down to squeeze my nipples, twisting them and pulling them for his pleasure.

  “You like that, Kara?” Chase asks.

  “Of course she fucking likes it,” Eric snarls back. “You’re a hungry little whore, aren’t you, Kara?”

  “Hungry little whore,” I repeat eagerly. “Yep. Definitely. That’s me.”

  I open my mouth for Chase and spread my legs wider for Eric. I like to think that they’ll both claim me at once. One fucking my mouth, one fucking my cunt.

  I want these men to fucking skewer me with their cocks. I’ll be a hot little piece of meat to them, and they can satisfy all our hungers, all at once.

  I want them to baste me with their fucking cum while I burn with pleasure and melt in their arms.

  Chase makes his move first. He positions his thighs over my face, straddling me, until I’m kissing and licking at his balls like the desperate whore I am.

  Eric moves next, giving up on kissing my cunt and deciding to take it with his huge cock instead. I wrap my legs around his hips as he grinds his cock against my pussy, working it up and down my sopping wet slit until the little moans I’m making against Chase’s balls start turning into whimpers.

  “Please,” I find myself sobbing. “Fuck me! FUCK ME!”

  “Is that what you want, Kara?” Eric questions me.

  Chase laughs darkly. “All you had to do was ask.”

  I open my wet, hot, greedy mouth for Chase and he slaps his iron-hard cock down on my outstretched tongue. He moves his cock hard against my tongue, smearing his delicious fucking precum all over my taste buds.

  It’s just a sample, I realize later, of things yet to come.

  As Chase eases his cock into my mouth, I suck it like I fucking mean it. I’ve never sucked cock from this particular angle before—or with this much fucking enjoyment.

  I’m moaning. I’m cooing. I’m growling in
my throat for Chase’s massive, gorgeous member. I’m whimpering every time he withdraws his cock, because I want more. I’m purring, dark and deep, every time he thrusts back into me, pushing a little deeper into my throat every time.

  Meanwhile, Eric seems to have given up on grinding his cock against my pussy. Instead, he just fucking takes it—easing his cock in the same way Chase is fucking my throat. It’s a lot to process, and it feels fucking incredible—but this is only half of what they can do to me.

  I’m already making every amped up, desperate sex noise known to womankind. I’m grinding my lips harder and harder towards Chase’s balls. I’m grinding my hips with more and more intensity against the base of Eric’s shaft.

  But it doesn’t matter what I do. It doesn’t matter how desperate I get, how hard I strain my body to take more of them, how fucking horny and wanton and slutty I get.

  These men are here to claim me.

  To own me, fully and fucking completely.

  To take me, break me, and make me theirs—all fucking theirs.

  For a moment, the sheer fucking need I have of these two men snaps, and I realize something incredible—I haven’t thought of my weight even once this whole fucking time since these men came at me.

  Then Chase hilts himself in my throat and Eric does the same in my cunt, and there’s no more thinking about anything anymore.

  There’s just pleasure—which I’ve discovered is one thing that you don’t have to think about.

  You just fucking feel it.

  And it feels fucking good.

  I’m choking on Chase’s huge, thick cock while Eric pounds away at my pussy, and I’m immediately launched on the fast track to yet another orgasm with these gorgeous fucking men. Eric’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me even harder onto his massive fucking dick, and Chase’s hands are wrapped around my throat, holding it tight around his cock like my mouth is a fleshlight and he aims to jerk himself off with it.

  “Christ, Kara,” Chase groans, forcing his cock into my throat to the base of it again and again and again. It feels like even my throat is a g-spot at this point—he’s using my mouth like a pussy, and as he fucks it, I feel like he’s going to make me orgasm from a sexual organ I don’t think even exists. “I can feel the way my cock makes your throat bulge out when I fuck it—you’ve got suck a tight little throat, babe. Such an elegant fuckin’ neck. You’re a babe, Kara—say it to me. Tell me what a babe you are, so I know that you know it.”

  I try to speak, but all I do is end up choking on Chase’s dick even harder.

  He slaps my cheek lovingly, grinning from above me.

  “That’s what I fucking thought, babe,” he chuckles—and then, unbelievably, he fucking doubles his efforts on my throat.

  Meanwhile, Eric’s thumbs are pressing into my abdomen just above where I’m sure my womb must be. I can feel his cock plunging deep into me, probing my insides and making my stomach bulge out with every thrust. He pushes down on my stomach with his thumbs each time I feel his 12-inch cock enter me. I know he must be massaging the head of his dick like that, rubbing it right through my skin.

  “Gonna cum,” Eric groans.

  “Me fuckin’ too,” Chase echoes.

  “Mmmmgmgmgmmgm!!!” I say, because at the rate that Chase is going to town on my fucking throat, that’s all I can say right now.

  They get the fucking message well enough, though. Chase and Eric continue to spit roast me with their dicks until the orgasm hits, then they’re holding my body down while it spasms and twitches, bucks and throbs and begs for more.

  Chase finally removes his dick from my throat and, in its absence, I scream. I sob. I moan so deeply and so sweetly, they take a moment just to watch me in ecstasy.

  Then, they’re positioning themselves on either side of my mouth, ready to come for themselves.

  “Tell us what you want, Kara!” Eric yells.

  I gasp and gulp. I’ve never had a dude yell at me during sex before—and definitely not in such a fucking pussy-drenching fashion.

  I mean, there was that time that I accidentally scraped Ryan’s pathetic little dick with my teeth and he got so scared he ended up screaming at me, calling me a fat piggie—but that’s, like, hardly worth thinking about now.

  I don’t know what I want—except for, like, everything about their bodies, all their kisses and all their cum for the rest of my life—but like, fuck it, right?

  I roll with it.

  “Your cum!” I scream, shoving my fingers between my legs and stroke my clit while Chase and Eric jack off over my mouth.

  “Where do you fuckin’ want it, Kara?” Chase snarls.

  “On my tongue!” I yell back. “In my mouth, down my throat—gag me with your fucking cum!”

  “Gladly,” Eric says, grabbing my hair.

  He moans and growls and sucks air in through his teeth as he cums, pumping every huge, thick hot rope of it directly into my mouth and forcing my lips to suck him clean.

  I moan back as I taste him—salted caramel, just as fucking delicious as ever.

  “No,” he says as I move to swallow. “You’re going to fucking enjoy your treat, Kara.”

  When I glance back to his fat, engorged member, I’m surprised to see it getting hard again already—but there’s no time to consider it.

  I’ve got a mouth full of Eric’s cum already, and now Chase is grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth his way.

  “Fuckin’ take it!” Chase shouts, pumping his cum into my mouth. Chase’s cum only adds to the flavor of Eric’s—amplifying it, expanding on it, making it send pangs of pleasure through my taste buds and daring me to swallow both of their loads whole.

  “Not fucking yet,” Eric says, pulling my mouth to him again.

  I open my lips wide and gargle with their cum as Eric fills my mouth with more of his seed, spraying his cum over my lips and into the massive collection of semen I’ve collected on my tongue. Both of them cum so fucking much—way more than any man I’ve ever met—and when Chase tugs my mouth his way again, I know that I’m about to hold four insanely huge loads behind my lips before they allow me to swallow.

  Meanwhile, my fingers are curling harder and harder against my clit, because they taste so fucking good and they make my cunt so fucking hot.

  “I love you,” Chase hisses, shooting yet another load into my quickly overflowing mouth.

  “I love you,” Eric echoes, launching string after string of his hot, sticky seed over my lips.

  “I love you,” Chase says again, adding a sixth load to the mix.

  I come hard then, so hard that I nearly turn my mouth into a cummy Old Faithful as I try to suppress the scream that’s begging to escape my lips.

  Instead of risking wasting a single fucking drop, I start swallowing. Mouthful after mouthful of their pearly, creamy cum slides down my throat, coating it all the way down and pooling in my stomach.

  “I love you,” I gasp when my mouth is finally free again. “I love you! I fucking love you! I love you both!”

  Chase and Eric collapse onto the bed next to me, totally spent.

  I should be spent too, I realize. Swallowing that much cum is hard fucking work.

  But instead, I’m giggly as hell.

  I’ve seen the worst of my past problems with food rear their ugly head today, and Chase and Eric have cured them in an instant with their delicious fucking cum.

  “I mean it,” I say as Chase, then Eric dips down to kiss my cummy lips. “I really do love you.”

  “We love you too, Kara,” Eric professes, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Should have been fucking obvious,” Chase grunts, wrapping me up with his own arms for the other side.

  “That was a really good fucking treat,” I giggle, snuggling against both of them.

  “Yeah, well,” Chase begins. “There’s always more where that came from.”

  I gasp. “Is there really?”

  I’ve never met anyone who cums as much as these guys
…not that I fucking mind.

  “Give us fifteen minutes or so,” Eric chuckles. “And then—yes. We can make as much cum for you as that slutty little heart of yours desires.”

  “I reckon our balls produce semen faster than they average man’s anyway,” Chase laughs. “And you, Kara, are going to swab up every last drop.”

  “Gladly,” I grin, thinking about how lucky I am to have these men, their cocks and their cum and their love—and how now that I have it, nothing is ever going to feel bad or wrong ever again.

  Kara

  Being intertwined with Chase and Eric is fucking magical. Being locked in their arms and nestled in their cozy embrace is far from a bad place to be in when I wake up.

  In fact, it’s the best fucking fantasy I could ever imagine, a true fairy tale that’s rocking my world.

  Let’s face it, I have two of the most gorgeous hunks on the planet who swoon and drool over me, shower me with daily compliments, and feed me their cum until I’m cum-pletely satisfied.

  Yeah, and then there’s the sex. The actual fucking is pretty amazing, too.

  What more could a girl ask for?

  I’m smitten with them. Totally and completely head-over-heels in-love. They comfort me and make me feel safe and protected. I know they’d do anything for me, and I have to admit the feeling’s mutual.

  I lean over to the bedside table and pick up my phone, careful not to rouse the guys from their slumber. They look so gentle, calm, and tranquil as their chests rise and fall with peaceful sleep—so much different from how they usually are, which is anything but gentle. And that’s the way I like them.

  I wonder if they’re dreaming about me, about us together, intimate and naked, and sharing orgasm after orgasm.

  It’s what I hope for as I quietly burrow back into their arms. Thankfully, both Chase and Eric remain blissfully asleep.

  I turn on my phone and scroll through my social media feed. I don’t know what to expect, and it makes my heart drum harder in my chest.

  Am I getting hate messages today? Or will it be hearts and likes? It was different back then, before this fucking crazy endeavor began.

  With success came more visibility, and with it came haters.