Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Here we are,” he says softly, gently placing me on my feet.

  Turning, I see the passion from deep inside me reflected in his eyes as he looks on, his lips curling on one side to form the smirk I love so much. After all we’ve been through, there feels to be a bit of nerves in the air as we both prepare to finally feel what we’ve been fantasizing about for so long. I’d never even considered that it could fail to live up to my expectation, and that fear makes me a little apprehensive despite my desire.

  Everything between us has been so perfect, and I don’t want to ruin it. Carter has just told me that he already knew my deepest secret, so it feels like a bit of a fresh start and I definitely don’t want to mess that up. I can tell from the look on his face that he’s contemplating the same things, after all this is his first time ever.

  Walking toward him, I drape my arms over his shoulders, pressing my lips to his and sliding my tongue past his soft full lips. Carter begins walking and I find myself backing up until the bed hits the back of my legs and I fall onto the cloud-like mattress, my body bouncing slightly after landing.

  “Take that off,” Carter says calmly as he stands above me.

  Slowly lifting my dress over my head, I watch him remove his clothes with extreme patience, his abs tense while his manhood stands straight, ready for the show. My mouth waters just looking at his member, the tip already glistening with his arousal. My body is heating, my thighs pressing together as I watch him with excitement and anticipation. I want him so bad.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says, barely above a whisper as he looks down his perfectly straight nose at me.

  “Says the man built like a Roman sculpture,” I tease and his head falls back, laughter coming deep from his chest.

  Slowly, he makes his way to the bed and I stare up at his strong body, watching him lean over me. Falling back to the bed, I inhale deeply and Carter kisses my neck with his masterful tongue. My abdomen clenches in anticipation as his mouth trails down my body, of course stopping at his favorite – my full and heavy breasts.

  My chest heaves up and down as he hovers above me, moving his lips from one breast to the other, teasing and tugging with his tongue and teeth. Even though I’ve felt him there before, it all feels new to me because I know it's leading to an experience we’ve never been able to share together. My skin is so sensitive, a bolt of electricity rushing through me with every touch of him.

  His lips land on my pussy, as adrenaline builds in waves, deep in my chest, my first orgasm already preparing to take over and he’s barely started. Moving his tongue in circles, he teases my opening, warming me up, and my juices flow for him freely.

  “Mmm … you’re so sweet,” he says so low I barely hear him.

  My back arches to him, my body melting to his touch just like every other time he’s knelt between my legs, driving me crazy. He feels even better, his mouth moving quickly as he works me over so sweetly.

  “Yes, baby, right there,” I moan, pushing my body forward so my clit grazes his mouth.

  “Mmm…” he hums with my pussy lips in his mouth, the vibrations intensifying as he slides two fingers inside me.

  “Yes!” I moan, my body contorting in delight.

  Twisting my body, I direct Carter’s tongue exactly where I want him, his mouth working delicately to excite me. Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair as his head moves in a wave-like motion, pleasing me with an expert precision.

  Just as my orgasm flows out of me, Carter takes my clit in his mouth, sucking gently to extend my climax. I cry out as his teeth graze the epicenter of my pleasure, the sensations overwhelming me as I scream his name.

  “Mmm…” he hums as he climbs up my body, his lips glistening with my juices. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I flip him before he can stop me.

  “What are you doing?” he asks in a shocked whisper as I crawl down his body.

  “I just want a taste,” I explain, pulling my hair to the side so I can focus on his hard cock pointed right at my face.

  It’s been too long since I smelled his alluring scent, like nothing else in the world. The only way to describe it is as the aroma of Carter Blaine, and I promise you, if they could bottle it up, it would sell like hotcakes. The perfect blend of rosewood, musk, and a body wash freshness.

  He twitches as I inhale deeply, enjoying his scent. I know he’s on high alert, sensitive just as I am, so I take my time teasing him as I run my fingernails along his washboard abs and my nose against his shaft.

  I’ve never seen Carter squirm the way he does now, and he gives me a new layer of confidence as I take him into my mouth. A groan falls from his lips as he hits the back of my throat. Wasting no time, I bob my head up and down, twisting my mouth around his throbbing cock to push him towards his release.

  “Oh fuck! Slow down, baby,” he growls, but I only speed up, adding my hands into the mix, jerking his base while I suck the head vigorously.

  “Ashley, I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he bites out and I realize this will be the first time he can cum in my pussy, and I know I want to feel him deep inside of me, so I slow down, easing him out of my mouth as he sighs with relief.

  Moving back up the bed, I’m tackled when I make my way up, Carter diving on top of me as I shriek in surprise, giggles taking over.

  “You’re a little temptress,” he growls, obviously happy I didn’t force him to explode in my mouth, although I desperately wanted to taste his salty release.

  “I love tasting you even more than you enjoy me,” I remind him, but he rolls his eyes as if that’s nonsense.

  We share a long moment looking into each other’s eyes as Carter positions himself between my legs. Our bodies are craving each other more than ever, but there’s a sweet intimacy between us as we revel in the last minutes of build up after waiting so long for this moment.

  I’ve dreamed about Carter Blaine since before he even knew I existed. So many nights were spent pleasuring myself to visions of his rock hard abs, or that mischievous grin. He’s told me how captivated he was by me when he first saw me in the strip club, and I’m still able to remember that night in vivid detail.

  It’s all finally happening and I think both of us know things between us will never be the same. Carter has announced on his television show many times before that he would only have sex with the woman he plans to marry, and that memory is not lost on me. I’m hyper aware of what this must mean to him, much more than just a sexual encounter. He wants more from me, and I want to give him everything he could possibly dream of.

  With his cock pressing against my opening, I take a deep breath. Carter’s eyes are dark and hooded, I think I’ll remember the look on his face for the rest of my life. It’s a look of contentment and excitement, curiosity and anticipation. Our gaze is only broken when I close my eyes as he sinks into my wet pussy, his cock hard and long as he pushes deep.

  “Oh God,” he mumbles, his face buried in my neck as his body pumps into my instinctually.

  Driving with a strong force, he tears through my velvety flesh. Nothing about any of our sexual encounters has ever made me feel like Carter was a virgin and this is no different. He is moving his body in a wave, rocking into me like a seasoned professional, as my second orgasm builds quickly.

  “You feel amazing, baby,” I moan, my hand on the back of his head while my legs wrap around his midsection, both of my ankles clasping at the small of his back.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his body surging into me.

  “Only for you, Carter. I’m yours,” I declare, my muscles tight and my mouth salivating as he pounds me just right. He’s already the best experience of my life, but that was to be expected I guess.

  “Fuck! You’re so tight and soft,” he groans, his face contorting as he balances himself on his elbows above me.

  “I love you, baby,” I moan, gripping him tightly.

  “I love you, Ashley. I swear I do,” he promises, our bodies now damp as we
both move to meet each other at every thrust, colliding in rhythm and moaning and groaning nonstop.

  Reaching up, he holds my hands above my head, and I instantly miss the contact, dying to grip his hair. Without being able to touch him, his pounding is even more severe, the pressure so intense and aggressive. God, it’s just so good. I don’t ever want it to stop.

  “Oh, baby! Yes! I’m going to cum!” I yell, my body ready to climax yet again.

  “I feel you, baby,” he begins, digging deeper into me with slow long strokes that feel out of this world amazing.

  “Yes! Like that, baby! Yes! Carter! Yes!” I yell as the pleasure overflows, and for the first time, my trembling pussy can grip onto that hard, thick cock. It makes the orgasm even better.

  “Oh, fuck! You’re squeezing my cock, baby,” he growls while releasing my hands. I quickly wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me as tightly as I can manage, as he kisses my neck.

  “I got you, baby,” he promises and I let him work me over even more.

  Our bodies are drenched in sweat as we work together, moving from one end of the bed to the next, chasing our pleasure with unparalleled determination. My legs go from wrapped around him, too high in the air, to even being held by him as he rocks into me hard and fast.

  When there’s an opportunity for me to get on top, I flip him again, and straddle him before he can object. He’s so deep from this position, but being able to see him while I work to pleasure him is worth the sacrifice. The blanket falls to my side so that there’s just me, in my nakedness before him.

  “I love you, Carter,” I whisper as my hips begin to rock back and forth. Raising onto my knees, I lift and lower myself on his monstrous length, keeping a steady pace while massaging my breasts.

  Carter watches me with a lustful glare and I know he’s enjoying the show. Occasionally he’ll groan, or close his eye as the pleasure becomes too much. My favorite is when he reaches up to grip my hip, topping from the bottom as he steers me to where he wants me to go.

  I absolutely love his control and go wherever he wants me without any pushback. My body is his, and seeing him react to me only makes me want to explode around him again. As if he can read me, always knowing my body better than I do, he lifts to a sitting position, taking my breast into his mouth as I continue to grind on him, taking his length deep inside my velvet.

  “You’re gonna cum for me,” he growls and I moan in agreement as the waves in my belly build yet again. He has already dominated me, and now as I try to impress him, he’s flipped the rules as usual, always in control.

  Lifting his hips, he meets me as I grind, thrusting deep inside of me in sync with my rhythm. We’re moving as one, our limbs intertwined as we twist in wave in the center of his bed, the sheets in a complete mess. I can’t focus on anything other than the sensations of my climax about to explode.

  Carter has always driven me up a wall with his teeth, so when he tugs on my nipple, while plunging into me slowly, it's my undoing and I explode around him, cumming long and hard as I scream his name, rocking back and forth until I can no longer lift myself thanks to the trembles in my legs.

  “God, you’re amazing,” I sigh as he flips me over, laying me on my belly while positioning himself behind me.

  Exhaustion is taking over and I feel weak from all of the output in addition to the outpouring of my climaxes. Still, I want more of him and glance back to see him admiring my body as he kneels between my legs.

  “See something you like?” I tease.

  “No, just someone I love,” he winks at me.

  How on Earth did I turn Carter Blaine into a romantic? I’ve watched his show for years and never once heard him say anything sweet to a girl, but he's always complimenting and swooning over me. I can’t even begin to understand how I managed to hit such a jackpot. I’m so overwhelmed by his deep affection for me.

  I know, it’s not new and he’s told and shown me that he genuinely cares for me over and over during the course of our relationship, but everything seems different now. It’s like today is the beginning of something new and I'm just over the moon with how deeply I feel for him.

  Sure, I’ve been in love before and this should be no different, but it is. He is so much more to me than anything from my past. He loves me more than anyone else ever has, and he knows more about me than I’ve ever shared. We have a deep connection that can’t be broken by anything and that is more arousing than anything he can do with his body, because he turns me on with his mind and that is even more impressive. Waiting for him to enter me, I take a deep breath, trying to garner another boost of energy to push me through to the next level. Carter can fuck for hours, and I know this will be one of those marathon sessions.

  With my legs closed, Carter lifts my hips just slightly, my ass raised in the air. Sliding his slippery cock, coated in my cream, back into my pussy, he sinks into me. As he pulls out and slides back in smoothly, an erotic sound of creamy smothering emits from our bodies. Pressing down on the small of my back, he fucks me so hard, slamming into me from behind.

  My body is completely at his mercy, unable to even prepare for the collision since I have no leverage, my legs closed, and my upper body flush against the bed. With his hands tightly gripping my waist, he thrusts into me hard and fast, his steel manhood penetrating me with long strokes.

  “Oh God!” I yell. I’ve never had it in this position and I think it might be my favorite. Of course Carter would be the virgin that’s turning me out on his first try.

  “You like that, baby?” He growls in my ear as he presses down on my back so that my ass is higher.

  “Yes! Oh, Carter!” I cry, his length so far, so deep in my pussy, I can feel him in my chest.

  “I’m gonna cum so hard for you, Ashley. Just give me this pussy, baby,” he grunts, his rhythm speeding up as I struggle to hold my ass his in the air.

  “Fuck! Baby! Ahh!” I cry, and he growls as he tears into me quickly. He knows I’m building towards another explosion, he always knows. My body gives him signs in ways that only he can feel and he reads me like a book every time. When he leans down and kisses my shoulder, I’m sure I’m going to cum again, he’s pushing me towards the orgasm I didn’t even see coming.

  “Yeah, baby,” he growls as my hips take over, lunging back to meet him.

  “Harder!” I beg, my body dangerously close to erupting.

  “Ungh! Throw it back, baby!” He yells and I do just that. My hips buck and I grip the bed sheets in my fists for leverage to shove myself onto his cock as he fucks me into oblivion.

  “Yes! Carter! Fuck me harder, baby! Please!” I beg and he instantly lifts up, holding himself on his hands, which rest on either side of me. His hips begin lunging forward, burying his cock in my tight pussy as I cry his name loudly.

  He’s growling with each thrust and I think he might be losing control as well. I’m so eager to feel him combust inside of me, I’m almost more excited for his release than I am for my own, and there’s nothing new about that.

  “Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Give it to me, Ashley! Stop fighting!” He orders, and as always I cum on the spot, a slave to his commands.

  My body drops limp as the orgasm pours out of me, but Carter doesn’t stop. He humps me into the quivers in my pussy stop completely, and then he flips me over again, so that I’m on my back. My legs fall open for him, and without any delay he slides right back inside of me.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans as he's still inside me.

  His length is too long, too thick to just stay still. It actually pains me for him to not move, so I try to urge him forward with my legs, but he’s stubborn as he digs deeper. I know he’s trying to mark his territory, but I’m desperate to feel him surge forward.

  “This is mine,” he grunts, confirming my suspicions.

  “Yes, baby… I’m all yours, Carter,” I assure him, leaning forward to kiss him.

  “I want you to curve to me,” he explains before taking my mouth p
assionately.

  My arousal is still fresh on his breath, and tasting myself turns me on. It’s so erotic and sexy, knowing he was just pleasuring me with his mouth and now he’s digging me out with his cock while he tastes my cream on his tongue.

  Thankfully, his body begins to rock, slowly inching in and out of me, the sounds of my juicy pussy loud in the silence of our bodies. I’m oozing with cream after so many orgasms and hours of arousal, and he’s enjoying the fruits of his hard labor, increasing his speed until his body is lifted as he slams into me faster.

  “Oh God! Yes, Carter!” I yell, my stomach muscles clenching with eagerness as I lift my ass off of the bed to meet his thrusts.

  I come alive to his movements, no matter how tired I am. Something in me accelerates whenever he rocks into me, I guess it’s my addiction, because I surely can’t get enough of him. And now that he can fuck me, I think we’ll be doing this every morning and every night. Nothing compares to him plunging into me, stretching my pussy to handle all twelve inches of his magnificent cock.

  Forcing myself to stay focused, rather than do what I want and jump down to shove his length into my mouth until he explodes against my tongue. God, there’s just something about tasting his release that makes me go weak. This is probably another indication of the severity of my problem, because I’m daydreaming about sucking him off while he fucks me harder and harder.

  My legs shoot into the air as he lifts himself up and falls into me. My body gripping him each time, squeezing him as he slides out of my juicy sex. He’s grunting louder and I know he has to be close to his own climax, holding off as long as he could to please me. His love for making me cum is such a turn on, but let's be honest, everything about him turns me on at this point.

  Carter’s obsession with me, and my enjoyment and pleasure is what really makes me cum each time. I cum for him, not the sex or the feelings from the penetration. It’s his voice, his instruction, and his desire that push me on, causing me to lose control each time. I love the influx in his voice when he begins to plead and moan, almost squealing with delight. That’s what makes me weak, not the physicality of it.