Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “You know…” Liam suddenly says, finally letting go of my head and looking me in the eyes. “You might be the most delicious woman I’ve ever met,” he chuckles, grabbing both my breasts in his big hands and thrusting hard. I let out a whimper as I feel the length of his shaft flying fast inside my pussy, and I feel thunder and lightning exploding up my spine, the thoughts inside my mind bouncing against the walls of my skull.

  “Oh, like that…” I breathe out. “Keep going like that,” I tell him, a commanding tone to my words.

  Placing two fingers under my chin, he forces me to look up at him and then he narrows his eyes, curling his lips upward as a devilish grin takes over his face.

  “Just remember that you’re the one asking for it,” he whispers, his words seductive and sinful at the same time. With that, he rests his hands on my waist and, holding me tight, he starts fucking me so hard that it feels like my brain is melting as it tries to process the avalanche of sensations hitting it all at once.

  Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I hold on to him as he rocks his hips, his cock flying in and out of my pussy so fast that I expect a fire to start between my thighs anytime soon.

  “Come here,” he groans, placing his hands under my ass and pulling me up. I react fast, lacing my legs around his waist, and that’s when he goes all out. He moves so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock slides in or out of my pussy.

  “OH GOD!” I suddenly scream, an orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.

  Electricity shoots up my spine, and it feels like an explosion goes off inside my head. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and I even forget to keep on breathing as pleasure rages through me, my muscles twitching hard.

  Even though I like to think of myself as an experienced woman, this goes beyond anything I have ever experienced. Not only is Liam the most hung guy I’ve ever been with, he also knows how to use that sinfully long cock of his. No wonder he’s New York’s most famous heartthrob - handsome, charming, and as experienced as a dream come true? Come on, this is almost too much! How much is too much?

  “This was… amazing,” I whisper, not even bothering with playing games. I just couldn’t help but let him know how good he was. Give credit where credit is due, right?

  “And I’m not done,” he simply tells me, allowing me to take my legs from around his waist. The moment my feet touch the floor, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to turn around. Facing the wall, I place my hands there, at shoulder-height, and jut my ass back at him by instinct.

  With both his hands on my hips, his lips start to trace a downward line down my neck and onto my back. He goes down on his knees behind me, his mouth brushing its way down my spine until the tip of his tongue meets the dimples on my back.

  Placing one forearm across my lower back, he then forces me to lean forward. I do it willingly, supporting myself with my elbows against the wall as he dives into me, wrapping his full lips around my drenched folds. He attacks me viciously, sucking on my inner lips and lashing out at them with his tongue. Working furiously, he presses his whole mouth against my pussy and, opening it wide, starts to jab with his tongue.

  I’m already breathing hard, but when he places two fingers right above my clit and starts to rub on it, my hard breaths turn into a sequence of harsh moans. Punishing my pussy and clit with wild precision, he sets fire to my mind, the first whispers of ecstasy echoing inside my head.

  “Yes, keep going…” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “Eat me out, Liam… My pussy is yours,” I continue, the words forming in my mouth before my brain even has the time to process them. As he keeps on sucking, I feel a pressure mounting inside of me and, before I can prepare myself for the impending explosion, it simply happens.

  I hiss through my gritted teeth as my muscles start to twitch, an electric current going through me as if I were hit by lightning. My heart is no longer pumping blood, but endorphins - I can almost feel them raging through my veins, consuming everything in their path and soaking my brain into an ocean of lust and pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I cry out, thrusting back against his mouth as hard as I can. Holding me by the hips, he pushes his face against my pussy, and the pressure between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. Without even allowing for my orgasm to run its course, he takes his fingers off of my clit and, turning his hand around, slides them inside of my pussy. He goes straight to my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure for my moans to turn into a sudden scream.

  As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his mouth of my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when he meets my ass hole, and then he presses his mouth against it.

  “Yes…” I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it - there’s a detonation inside my mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining with the effort. “Fuck! FUCK!” I shout, my pussy spasming against his fingers as I come.

  I can’t help but scream even louder - I don’t know even know how I do it - when he takes his mouth off of my ass and, using his free hand, slides his index finger inside my hole. With his fingers inside my pussy and ass, endless waves of ecstasy crash against me and devastate me completely. I almost collapse then, my muscles burning up as if I was running a fever. When he finally takes his fingers out, I’m barely conscious. Still, desire still has a pulse, and I force my eyes open.

  “Come here,” I tell him, turning around to meet his gaze. He stands up and moves forward, placing his body between my legs; grabbing his cock, he angles it down and presses it against my wetness. With a lewd smile, I place my arms over his shoulders and urge him to carry on, to fuck me as hard as he can.

  Moving steadily, he starts to push his cock past my folds, shards of pleasure digging into my brain as he moves. When his shaft is halfway in, he suddenly thrusts, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I throw my head back against the wall, grinning wildly, and look to the side as he starts to rock his hips against me. My reflection grins back at me from the other side of the bathroom, a full body mirror facing the shower, and I let my eyes wander to Liam’s body - from here, I can see him thrusting, his ass cheeks flexing over and over again as he pounds me with his massive cock.

  “Oh… This is fun,” I tell him, looking from one side to the other and taking in the sight of Liam fucking me from all angles. His muscles are bulging, and I see them working like the perfect piece of human engineering they are.

  “What’s fun,” he starts to say, nibbling at my neck once more, “is fucking your tight pussy.” With that, he goes down on his knees, dragging me after him without taking his cock out of my pussy. Leaning into me, he curls his fingers around my ankles. Lifting my legs, he places them over his shoulders, and starts to thrust immediately. Pistoning into me harder than before, he now goes deeper, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

  I keep watching everything unfold through the mirror, my naked body ravaged by Liam as he fucks me.

  “You sure like to watch yourself,” Liam says, thrusting as hard as he can.

  “No… I like to watch you fucking me,” I say between hard breaths, managing not to scream just for a few seconds. I’m looking into his eyes now, entranced by the flames dancing there. Inside him rages a fire, and I just know that it’s going to consume me mercilessly. Which is exactly what I want.

  “Then watch,” he simply whispers, placing his arms around my legs and keeping me in place as he fucks me at a maddening pace. I tilt my head to the side and force my eyes to remain open, watching the sway of his hips as his cock slides in and out of me. He rams his shaft into me until my pussy lips caress the skin at the base of his cock, and then he pulls it back all the way to its tip before thrusting again. He keeps going like this for what seems like an eternity, time becoming just a foreign word to my ears. Right now, I’m drifting away, carried by a river of pleasure and wonder.

  I close my eyes and surrender completely, allowing my b
rain to shut down all the unnecessary noise inside it. Now focusing only on the way his shaft strains against my inner walls and stretches me wide, it’s only a matter of seconds until I come again.

  “Don’t stop, Liam, don’t stop!” I cry out, balling my hands into fists so hard that my knuckles turn white. My body tenses up and, just like an elastic band stretched to the limit, it simply snaps. “OH GOD, OH GOD!” I scream like a mad woman, my pussy tightening around his shaft as a violent orgasm turns my mind to shreds.

  “That’s it, Cara… You scream all you want,” he whispers, leaning into me and pushing my legs with his shoulders. As he does it, bending me even more, his cock drives deeper into me and my scream dies down, my throat too weak to carry on.

  My lungs are working overtime to get the air in, but I finally come down from Cloud 9.

  “We’re not done yet,” I tell him with a grin, as if he didn’t know it. He doesn’t even bother to reply - he just takes my legs out from his shoulders and takes one step back. With a growl on my throat, I simply jump on him; he moves fast, grabbing me as I cross my legs behind his back and sit on his lap. He eases me down over his cock and, as I feel his thickness pushing past my inner lips, I rest my head against his shoulder and whimper softly.

  “You’re right,” Ethan says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep into me at a gentle rhythm, “we’re not done yet.” With each passing second, he starts to thrust faster and faster, making the electric current under my skin start to crackle. I exhale sharply and, instead of screaming, dig my fingers into his shoulder. I bite hard enough to leave a mark, and that only makes him go harder. While my teeth are buried deep in his flesh, and I’m biting fiercely enough to draw blood, he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge what I’m doing. Right now, it’s as if he’s impervious to pain.

  Completely lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, I come again, my body jolted by a high voltage current. I stop biting him, and only because I have to scream like a banshee. The sound of my voice seems to spur him on and, while I’m still coming, he puts me down on the floor. He’s on his knees, and I’m straddling him, but with a quick motion of his hips he turns around and lays me down. With both his hands on my knees, he pushes my legs up and intensifies his rhythm. My scream turns into a quivering moan, and I’m almost sure that tomorrow I won’t be able to speak - or sit.

  “I want you to…” I find myself saying, the words coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I want you to… Fuck me everywhere. Everywhere.” I don’t even know why I’m saying that - all I know is that I want it to happen. I want to submit to him in every imaginable way.

  “I know,” he whispers, pulling his cock out with one single movement.

  “Good,” I merely respond, moving like a cat and going on all fours on the floor, the warm water falling down on my back. Even though I’m breathing hard and my muscles are screaming from all the pleasure, desire seems to act as high-octane fuel. I sway my ass from side to side, an open invitation for Liam, and he places both his hands on my hips. Running just one finger between my ass cheeks, he presses it against my ass hole and slowly feeds it into me. He pushes it all the way in and then, without a break, he starts fingering my ass. My insides are burning and, even though I have no idea on how it will feel to have a cock so massive fucking my ass, I can’t wait for it.

  Once he takes his finger out of my ass, he replaces with them his cock - pressing with its against my hole, he rubs in an up and down motion until I’m gasping for air.

  “Please,” I pant, moving my hips back. He feeds one inch into me, and I feel my inner walls burning up as his thickness strains to get inside of my ass. I won’t lie, this hurts - but it’s a pain so sweet and delicious that I can’t help but want more. I thrust back even harder and, reading what’s on my mind, he thrusts mercilessly. His shafts pushes back against my inner walls on the way in and, once his long inches are all inside of me, there’s nothing that I can do but scream.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he was on a completely different universe. As he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, I only know that I’m going to scream - my brain can’t even process the sound of my voice right now: it’s busy with distilling pain into pleasure.

  “Harder, Liam, harder…” I beg of him, wanting him to fuck me until I can no longer utter a coherent sentence. Obliging, his hips start to slap my ass cheeks as if tomorrow would never come. I let the sound of flesh on flesh lull me into a dream like state and, as his cock ravages my ass, I let the waves of ecstasy drag me down into an ocean of lust.

  Making it all so much better, he starts to slap my ass as he fucks me, his hand hitting my cheeks hard enough to leave a mark. Tomorrow I’m going to have a sore ass, and that suits me just fine - I want to wake up remembering how it felt to have a cock as thick as a can of Coke inside of my ass. By all means, this should be physically impossible, but we’re still doing it.

  As he pounds into me like a predator, I feel myself on the verge of exploding. So, I do the logical thing and set the fuse on fire - I slide one hand down my stomach and, pressing down on my clit, I start to rub myself as his cock demolishes my ass.

  “Come, Cara,” he says, and his words have an almost magical effect on me. They caress my eardrums, travel to my brain, and there they wreak havoc. As if this was the first orgasm of the day, I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my voice so shrill that I wouldn’t be surprised if the mirror in the wall simply shattered. But it doesn’t, and so I force my eyes open and look to the side, watching his ass cheeks flex as he thrusts, his long mast destroying my hole.

  “FUCK!” I scream, tears streaming down my face. I feel my brain melting like butter on a hot day, and all of my nerve endings are being cauterized by the scorching heat of pleasure. I let go of my clit and, with both hands on the floor, my fingers curl into claws as my whole body tenses up and then down. The waves of maddening ecstasy rush through me, and I don’t even know how I’m still conscious. “I want you to cum in my ass,” I tell him, and a series of spasms start to take over his cock as if my words were a spell. “Cum, cum…” I repeat, and then I feel a warmness flooding me.

  Succumbing to pleasure, he pulls his cock out of my ass and, grabbing it, he starts to stroke himself as thick strands of cum cover my lower back and ass. I moan and scream like a woman possessed, feeling the way his seed covers my naked skin. He keeps stroking himself until there’s nothing left inside of him and then, letting go of his cock, he grabs my hips and leans into me.

  I feel his lips on my ass hole, his tongue scooping up the cum that’s dripping out. He keeps on licking me until there’s nothing left inside of my ass, and then he runs his tongue up and down my crack, taking all of his seed inside his mouth. Then, with his hands resting on my lower back, he starts to rub his seed all over me, his fingers sliding easily over my body.

  Completely spent, I still find the strength to turn around and face him. Without a single word, I lean into him and press my mouth against his, parting his lips with my tongue. We kiss in a frenzy, and I take all the cum he holds in his mouth inside of mine; as I pull back from his kiss, I grin and swallow, allowing his saltiness to burn down my throat. I taste the scent and flavor of my pussy and ass on his lips, and that only manages to make me hungrier for his semen.

  With a gentle smile, he lets his tongue out and licks my lips dry, cleaning them of the few drops of cum hanging there.

  “You’re incredible,” he tells me, a quiet tenderness in his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you.”

  “That makes two of us…” I whisper, closing my eyes and letting his words echo inside of my head. For a long while, we just remain there in complete silence, the warm water falling on top of our naked bodies and washing away (or trying to) all the lust and desire that were driving us.

  Liam

  I flip the pancakes on the stove and turn around at the sound of footsteps padding across
the hardwood floor.

  “Oh my god,” Cara moans. “You cook, too?”

  I flash her a grin and wink. “Sexy, right?”

  She laughs. “You have no idea.”

  She’s the one that has no idea. She’s sexy as fuck standing in my kitchen in nothing but my dress shirt I wore last night, only buttoned enough to keep her tits from hanging out. Though I should walk right over and remedy that. Because the only thing better than her in my shirt is her out of my shirt.

  I set the spatula down and give her a hard kiss on the lips, my hands going down to cup her ass. I find her bare beneath my palms, and my dick is instantly hard. Dipping my tongue into her sweet mouth, I stroke her slowly, then slide my fingers between her thighs.

  She gasps, and I feel her pussy flood with her juices. I pull back and watch her face as I dip my finger inside for a second, then pull it out and lift it to my mouth, sucking her taste from my finger.

  She gapes. “That is so fucking hot.”

  I wiggle my eyebrows. “I’d eat you out right now if it didn’t mean I’d burn breakfast.

  “I wouldn’t mind,” she says coyly.

  Slapping her ass, I laugh. “You only say that because you haven’t tasted homemade pancakes a la Liam. Complete with homemade whipped cream and fresh strawberry syrup.”

  “You’re joking.”

  I lift my eyebrows. “About food? Never.”

  Returning to the stove, I pull the pancakes from the pan and stack them on a plate, then carry it over to the marble island where I’ve already laid out everything she’ll need to have a delicious breakfast.

  “Have a seat.” I gesture to the barstool. “I wish I could stay and eat with you—then eat you out.” I wink. “But save me some of that whipped cream, and I’ll put it to good use later.”

  She bites her lip, her face flushing with desire, but then my words sink in and she furrows her pretty brow. “Where are you going?”

  “I have to work.” For the first time ever, I wish I could stay right here with her all day long. It takes a lot to pull me away from my work. I love it that much. But Cara just might be the first thing that could tempt me.