Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Fuck, baby. I missed this body so fucking bad.”

  She groans as I pull down the cup of her lacy bra and suck her nipple into my mouth.

  All thoughts of anything she wanted to say have disappeared, and now it’s just us in this moment, losing ourselves in the other’s touch.

  Snaking one hand around her back, I flick the clasp of her bra, and it falls down, fully exposing her luscious tits to me. I toss it away as well, cupping the full globes and giving her other nipple just as much attention as the first.

  I need her bare. I need to see all of her.

  Bringing my mouth back to hers, I sear her lips with another scorching kiss, my hands working on peeling down her thong, dropping to my knees as I pull them all the way off.

  Then my face is right there in front of her pussy. I inhale her scent and press a gentle kiss to her mound. Her legs quake as she grips my head, and I smile up at her.

  “I’ve missed you so fucking bad.”

  Time to completely disappear in this body that I’ve craved more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life.

  Cara

  His fingers go around my waist and he brushes them over the curve of my ass. My heart is already beating fast and, even though I shouldn’t succumb to lust and desire, that’s exactly what I do.

  Taking my hands to his chest, I start unbuttoning his shirt and brush my fingers over the hard lines of his abs, tracing their contour as if I’m taking measures. I let my hands climb up to his chest and then they go to his neck; his own hands go up my side and, grabbing my face gently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine.

  Oh, how am I ever going to be able to break up with him?

  His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he pulls me close. I feel him grabbing at the straps of my dress and I just let him pull them down my arms, bunching it up around my waist.

  He looks at me, licking his lips almost unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goosebumps all over me. Still in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the room laps at them.

  I stand still, letting Liam take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning - he just stands there, in front of me, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Cara,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him and, without taking my eyes off his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs and down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Liam into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lips.

  “No,” I say, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” As I say it, I feel desperation tugging at my heart. I’m just digging a deeper hole for myself, ain’t I?

  His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.

  I unbuckle his pants, the metallic sound of the buckle filling the whole room, and then I pull the belt out. My heart’s louder now, almost racing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me like is almost magical.

  Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but the ball is on my court - and I will take my time now.

  I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes.

  I grab the hem of his boxers and, careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.

  Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation. He’s going to have to wait.

  I untie his shoes, taking more than the necessary time to do it, and take them off his feet. I then pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him - I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body towering over me, I’m teasing myself as well.

  My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. And I do want it, I want it so bad it hurts.

  But it’s not time yet.

  My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow deeper. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.

  I open one hand and, with the open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. Just by touching him there, his cock starts pulsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his ball and let one single finger rub his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges.

  I tilt my head sideways and, reaching for him, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.

  I part my lips slightly, feeling more of his flesh on me, and I suck gently, kissing his shaft on a downwards line all the way to his balls. I then go back up, stopping just one inch away from his tip. Pulling back, I look at him and let my tongue slowly escape my lips and reach for his tip.

  His hands go to my head when my tongue touches him, but he simply lays them there, not moving at all. I start tracing circles around his cock, smoothly brushing my tongue over his tip. I know he can’t wait for me to start sucking on him, and I just love how the anticipation is almost palpable.

  Without even grabbing his cock with my hand, I open my mouth and carefully engulf his whole tip, pulling back slowly over it. He grabs at locks of my hair and, when I look up at him, I notice he has his eyes closed.

  I do it again, the tip of his cock inside my mouth, and then I slowly start lowering myself, his cock rolling over my lips and deep into my mouth. I press his thickness upwards with my tongue and, the moment I feel him exhale sharply, I grab his cock with my right hand. His hands on my head jerk a little, almost as if he has been shocked, and I can’t help but feel my pussy become moist and dampening my thong.

  Pulling back over his cock, I accompany the motion with my hand and, when enough of his cock is out of me, I grasp the rest of it with my other hand. Like that, I slowly start bobbing my head; I close my eyes then, his flavor and scent completely taking hold of all of my thoughts and pushing me towards a frenzy.

  I start going faster, grabbing and caressing his balls with one hand while I suck him. I never knew I’d think of something as wicked as this, but I can tell you one thing: I never thought that having my mouth completely filled with a cock as huge as this would feel this amazing. And I’m just talking about my mouth, don’t even get me started about the rest.

  I’m going as fast as I can now, and I’m not even using my hands; I’m grabbing at his round and hard ass, guiding his thrusts inside my mouth as I suck him with complete abando
nment. I go like this until I feel my neck starting to hurt; I pull back, his cock jumping out of my mouth, but I don’t allow him any rest. I immediately start stroking him, moving my hand so fast I’m surprised I can even do it at all.

  I notice he’s grabbing at my hair harshly, but I don’t care. I continue to suck him and, when I realize it, I’m already moaning hard.

  I stop for a minute on his tip, lapping at it with my tongue and just sucking his tip with my eager lips. Even though he’s not one for loudness - that’s my department - I can even hear him grunt slightly.

  He’s thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and I couldn’t love it more.

  When Liam stops, I don’t waste anytime and resume my motion - grabbing his huge member by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I have ever done, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks and, knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

  His fingers curl against my scalp and, with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent inside my mouth I can feel my skin prickling. I remain there, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed until my mouth is completely filled - both with his cock and his cum.

  When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

  Still looking him in the eyes, I swallow his semen, exaggerating my motion as I do it. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up to my feet. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining - not for one minute.

  “So… Liked it…?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip.

  “I fucking loved it,” he says, taking his hand and placing it right over my crotch. “But now’s my turn.”

  My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a damn. I become so wet that I’m already starting to feel my myself dripping down my inner thighs.. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

  He hooks his fingers under the curve of my ass and pulls me into him, his mouth going straight to my neck. Instinctively, I grab at his cock, and I can’t help but gasp. He’s still hard. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside my mouth, he still remains hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate.

  His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands under my dress, he forces his way around my waist, stretching the fabric of the dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

  He takes his hand out for one fast second, just the amount of time necessary for him to grab my dress and push it down my legs. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.

  Once more, he presses against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, the way my hand moves over his length almost clumsy.

  My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me - all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

  I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter with each passing second. Stepping out of my dress, I stand in front of Liam just wearing my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it.

  He grabs my ass, rubbing hard on it, pulling at the small string that covers it. He pushes and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly pulling it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch is covering my pussy.

  Liam goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and then starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly as he goes to his knees. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that untanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.

  Or, well, I can try.

  Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out of control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now only his to taste.

  He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he yanks my thong down my legs, rubbing his hands up and down my side.

  I look down on him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.

  He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downwards pressure, and I almost feel my knees buckling under me weight. I don’t understand - how does he know my body so well? Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now.

  He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my folds in a coming and going motion.

  I move my hips in his direction slowly, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single nerve ending.

  I can’t control myself. I swear, I’ve tried - I’ve tried to resist his teasing, just like he did with me, but I’m not that strong.

  I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything - press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything - anything will work! I need him, I need his body… I need everything in him.

  But he’s strong and, no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t even move an inch. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.

  “Be patient, Cara,” he teases me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I know that the more he tortures, the more I’m going to explode - but I just don’t want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don’t want to wait until it’s midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!

  “Liam… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.

  “What do you want me to do?” He asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”

  I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.

  “Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me and, without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips forward so that he goes all the way in.

  I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans to me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit,
dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise motions.

  I’m moaning, I’m moaning hard. I try to control myself, but it’s starting to get hard. Really hard.

  Sucking at the same time his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I press his face against my pussy as I rub myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance to rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.

  One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and I erupt like a smoking volcano. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goosebumps all over my skin.

  He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Liam’s hand - he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.

  “Oh, God, I’m gonna -- ” I start to say, but I don’t get to finish my sentence.

  I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh my God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.

  And that’s exactly what happens.

  My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And when I say flood, I want to say that I’m gushing! How is it even possible? Am I squirting? Oh my God, I am squirting - and that in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning.

  My knees buckle, and I simple fall on them right in front of Liam. He touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by God, I love it.

  But his finger is still inside of me and, instead of pulling it out, he starts sliding it in and out of me - first slowly, almost as if he’s teasing me, but I’m as wet and ready as I can be. He goes faster, faster, faster, and soon I’m pressing my legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers me towards insanity.