Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  When he pushes one more finger inside of me, I have to grit my teeth. My body is still trembling and shaking and, even so, I can already feel that storm of pleasure building back, the roar of delight inside my mind.

  He starts biting at my neck at the same time he pinches my nipples with his free hand - I throw my head back, my hair falling over my back, and I choke down a scream as something explodes inside my mind. I come, and I come hard. But he doesn’t stop - this time, I know he’s not going to allow me any kind of rest.

  We’re going for it all the way. No brakes, no nothing.

  I grab his cock and, wanting to have him inside my mouth just once more, I lean towards him and engulf him with my lips. He pushes his cock down my mouth, pushing through his last inches until my lips are almost touching the root of his length. It’s hard to believe that I can do this - really, have you seen how big he is? - but I’m actually doing it.

  But more than having him in my mouth, I need him inside me.

  “Fuck me, Liam…” I simply whisper, and he offers me one of his wild grins.

  Moving fast, he pulls me up into his arms and takes me from my living room to the bedroom, kicking the door open with the tip of his foot. There, he just lays me down on top of the mattress and, pushing my knees apart, he settles his body between my legs. I look in anticipation as he edges closer to me, his thick head reaching for my inner folds. I shudder as he presses it there, rubbing his tip along my pussy and up to my clit. He then slaps his shaft against my pussy - once, twice - and I almost bang my head against the headboard in my madness.

  I open my legs wide and I cover my mouth with my hand as I let out a scream. He enters me fast, his shaft sliding deep inside of me and sending shards of absolute rapture from my pussy to my mind.

  He thrusts at me like that for god knows how long, his body pressing on mine; I lace my legs behind his back, not locking him into place but allowing the freedom to move in and out at will - which he does. His thrusts are so strong and violently delicious that I can imagine myself spending the whole day like that, lying on the bed while he completely ravages me. Really, what more can I ask for?

  He continues until all strength leaves my body, my legs sliding down from his back to the mattress as all muscles in my body become taut. He pounds me even harder then, feeling my weakness, and I have to bit hard on my forearm so that I don’t scream as I orgasm again.

  But then I just give up on it - let the neighbors hear me, for all I care.

  My limbs flailing and my mind burning, he keeps on ramming it inside me as I scream at the top of my lungs; with the last ripples of ecstasy still receding from my mind, a new and bigger wave of it crashes on me, numbing not only my body and mind, but my soul as well. Everything in me is on its knees and praying for rapture.

  I don’t know how many orgasms he wants to give me like this, but I want to turn the game. I escape from under him and, before he can even realize what I’m doing, I’m on all fours.

  He doesn’t need to be told what to do: I haven’t even had the time to breath out, he’s already behind me, slapping my ass and rubbing his thick fat cock over my pussy as I wiggle my ass. He rams it in me in an instant and, before I can even control myself, I let out a violent scream. He’s ramming me so hard I lose all notion of where I am - I don’t care about anything anymore.

  I let myself go and, as my pussy tightens like a vice around his cock and I come my brains out all over again, I scream as loud as I can, the veins in my neck almost bulging as I do it.

  “Hard… As hard as you can,” I beg of him and, the moment I say it, I jut my ass back at Liam and start thrusting my ass in his direction. He grabs my hips and starts pounding me viciously, his whole length sliding in and out of me so fast I’m seeing white lights behind my eyelids.

  Feeling as if I’m losing my mind, I scream at the top of my lungs as Liam fucks me senselessly. I let it all out, my throat becoming raw and sore as I let out screams of pure delight.

  Slapping my ass with the back of his hand, I find myself rocking my ass against him with the brashness he’s pounding into me - no more than thirty seconds and I go from my hands to my elbows, hair falling down on my shoulders as I climax.

  Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Liam’s insatiable hunger is rubbing off on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I could feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Liam laces my waist and pulls me back.

  Still with his cock in me, he lays down on the mattress as I roll into a sitting position over his cock, my back turned to him. I let the orgasm come then, as I grab Liam’s ankles and sway my hips back and forth, left and right, all over his cock. Electricity and flames devour me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Only when my body becomes completely spent will I do it, and only because I won’t be physically capable of carrying on.

  Instead of swaying my hips, I stop doing that and prepare to use what little energy there’s still inside of me. I start jumping on his cock, and I’m doing it hard. He’s cupping my ass as I do it, and I lean just a bit forwards, slightly bending his cock down and only imagining the pressure he’s feeling right now.

  “Fuck,” he exhales sharply, slapping my ass again.

  His whole body becomes rock solid and I can’t help but jump on him with all the strength that I have in me - suddenly, he hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me down onto him. I sit on his crotch as his cock goes as deep as it has ever been inside of me.

  Oh my God.

  Pleasure rages through me in a way I’ve never felt before, utterly consuming my mind. I’m high on sex, I’m high on Liam. And as his cock spasms again, his load shooting deep into me, I moan so hard that my voice starts quivering. He keeps cumming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as a torrent of semen takes hold of me.

  Only when he becomes still, do I roll to the side and lay on the bed, my limbs sprawled.

  I didn’t even notice it, but I’m covered in sweat, locks of hair plastered to my face. I want to speak, I want to move, but there’s not a single reserve of energy inside of me.

  We simply remain there, laying side-by-side, in complete silence.

  Oh, God, I can’t break up with him.

  I just can’t.

  Cara

  “Where do you want to go for dinner?” Liam asks me, his voice stopping me from drowning in all the pleasure that still courses through my veins. He brushes his fingertips along the naked skin on my arms, and then grabs me by the hand. “What do you say about Léo’s? He really liked you.”

  I’m listening to what he’s saying but, truth be told, I’m not really processing his words. Right now, my brain is too busy with trying to deal with the feeling of dread that’s slowly creeping up on me. I feel it in the pit of my stomach, like a dark shadow that seems to grow and grow, its dark fingers slowly wrapping themselves around my neck…

  I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen, but I simply couldn’t resist him. How could I? The moment he pressed his sweet lips against mine, desire spread its wings inside me and, for a moment, I forgot all about the mess of a situation I’m in. But even though I might have postponed the inevitable, there’s no running from it.

  Turning to the side so that I’m facing him, I take my hand from under his and look him in the eyes. I try and search for the right words, but I don’t find them. How the hell am I supposed to break up with Liam? I simply can’t do it with him looking at me like this, as if I am the last woman on Earth.

  “Liam…” I start, trying to summon some courage, but then I give up on it.

  I can’t break up with him. I just can’t. No matter how brave and courageous I might pretend to be, I can’t break his heart like this.

  “Yeah…? You wanted to tell me something, didn’t you?” He asks me, that irresistible tender smile of his dancing on his lips.

  “Yeah,” I nod, still not sure of what exactly I want to tell him. Closing
my eyes for a second, I take a deep breath, and the answer bubbles up to my mind. There’s only one thing I can do right now, and that’s coming clean.

  Sitting up on the bed, I wrap the sheet around my naked body and try to sort the words into a coherent sentence. “There’s something I need to tell you. And… It isn’t easy, Liam,” I tell him, my heart tightening up inside my chest so much that I can barely feel it beat.

  “What is it?” He asks, sitting up by my side as his smile slowly fades away. “Is there something wrong?”

  “Yes,” I nod, “there’s something very wrong in this relationship. And that something is me,” I continue, forcing my eyes to remain locked on his. In the end, I surrender to shame and avert my gaze, looking down at my lap.

  “Cara, I don’t understand,” he whispers, trying to grab my hand, but I just take it out of his reach.

  “It’s all a lie, Liam. This relationship is a lie, and I’m a fraud,” I say, finally mustering enough courage to let these words out.

  “Come on, Cara. How can you say that? This is real,” he whispers, this time moving so fast that I can’t help but let him hold my hand. He tangles his fingers on mine, softly brushing his thumb against the palm of my hand, and I sigh heavily.

  “I’m not the person you think I am. Cara’s my name, that much is true, but I’m not… I’m not the woman you think I am, Liam.”

  “Cara, stop saying --”

  “Please, let me finish,” I cut him short, looking into his eyes and feeling determined to go through with this. Now that I’ve started, there’ll be no stopping me, no matter how much it hurts. Running my tongue over my lips, I ready myself to do what must be done. It’s time for the truth.

  “I run a company, Liam… A very special kind of company. I specialize on breaking men’s hearts. Women that had their lives ruined by men come to me, and they hire me so that I can get back at these men. That’s why I have all this,” I tell him, waving with my free hand at my spacious bedroom.

  “A few weeks ago, Misty Lane walked into my office and she hired me. She wanted me to break your heart after you left her, and I agree to it,” I force myself to continue, even though I can already feel the tears stinging my eyes. “Everything I did, including our ‘chance’ encounter at that pool party… It was all part of a plan. I wanted to make you fall for me, only so that I could break your heart in the process.”

  He remains silent now, his lips slightly parted as he takes in my words. I look at his face, trying to read the expression there, but I just can’t do it. And so I continue.

  “There was just one thing I wasn’t counting on…” I tried, but I couldn’t stop the tears, and now there’s one streaming down my face. It goes down to my lips, its saltiness somehow filling me up with a deep sadness. “I wasn’t counting on falling for you,” I finally admit, my words hanging in the air between us.

  “I was supposed to destroy you because you were an asshole, but after getting to know you… I found out that you were the opposite of what I expected. You’re a good man, Liam, and you’re a much better person than I am. And, for what it’s worth, I’m truly sorry.” I push these last words out of my mouth with effort, my voice already cracking. And that’s not the only thing that’s cracking right now - I can almost feel my heart splintering inside my chest.

  Looking out the window for an instant, Liam sighs and then looks me in the eyes. I hold my breath as I wait for him to speak, realizing that for the first time in my life, the roles have been reversed.

  This time, I’m the one having her heart broken.

  Liam

  I can’t help smiling at Cara. She looks so fucking cute all worried like she is. She’s biting her lip and twisting her fingers as she watches me, holding her breath as she waits to see what I’m going to say to her shocking revelation.

  “Baby,” I say, “I know all about Lust Muscle.”

  She just stares at me. I can see the minute my words sink in because her face goes from blank and trying to process to utterly perplexed.

  “What do you mean, you know?”

  I sigh. I knew this would come out at some point. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, but this has obviously been eating at her. Her confession made that clear enough. Dating me under false pretenses has apparently been hard on her. But I need her to know it’s okay.

  “Cara,” I say, moving to her side and taking her hands, “it’s okay. I promise. If I’d known how much it was bothering you, I would have said something. Especially if that’s why you’ve been avoiding me for the last couple days.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  I need to start at the beginning. I’d much rather cuddle up with her and order some take-out or something right now, but we need to get this out of the way.

  “So, your friend Renee?” I pause, and she nods. “She’s friends with my friend Connor. They’re also both friends with Misty.”

  She cringes at the mention of Misty. I don’t blame her.

  “Apparently Renee is a bit of a matchmaker,” I continue. “And apparently Connor decided that it was time he got personally involved in my love life.” Though up until Cara it had really been just a sex life.

  She just looks at me in silence. I have no idea what she’s thinking, so I keep going. “This was their attempt at matchmaking. Us. It’s not very orthodox, that’s for sure, but I guess they thought it would work.” I shrug. “They weren’t wrong.”

  Cara frowns at this.

  “Anyway, I never thought I’d have more than one date with you, so I agreed to it. Especially after seeing how fucking hot you were at the swim club.” I grin, thinking she’ll laugh at the memory, but her frown turns into a full-on scowl.

  I must be doing this all wrong, but I don’t know what else to say but the truth. “Cara, the last thing I expected was to fall for you. But I have. Hard. Maybe the way we met wasn’t typical, but I’m sure as fuck glad I agreed to it because now I have you.”

  I look earnestly into her eyes, expecting her to smile at my declaration. To be relieved that I’m aware of the whole situation. To be happy that we’re together and in love now, no matter how we met. None of the shit that got us here matters now that we have each other.

  Instead, she yanks her hands from mine, backing up, her face full of anger.

  “You lied to me,” she spits out, shock and hurt mixing with the anger.

  I shake my head. “That’s not how it was Cara. You know that.” She doesn’t say anything, so I try again. “Listen, it’s not like I was the only one with a secret in this situation. Hell, I could be mad at you for playing me like this. But I’m just happy that we found each other.”

  “You lied to me,” she says again.

  I rake a hand through my hair, frustrated. Why is she being like this? “I knew the situation,” I correct her. “It’s different. But if you want to be technical about it, you were lying to me too. All along. Fuck, lying is what you do for a living, so stop being such a hypocrite.”

  Fuck. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I could take them back. It was the wrong thing to say. I see the shift on her face almost immediately.

  I’ve hurt her with what I said. And that’s the last thing I want to do. I step toward her, reaching for her, wanting to make it better. I should’ve thought before speaking, but I seriously thought it would be no big deal. I mean we should be laughing over the whole situation right now.

  “Cara…”

  “Stop,” she cuts me off. “You tricked me.” She’s practically shaking with fury.

  “I should have known. Here I thought I knew what I was doing, but no. The ultimate player never gets played, does he? Not Liam fucking Donovan. Fucking king of the world. You’re a fucking heartless bastard. Women are nothing but disposable to you, aren’t they? Just a piece of ass for you to use to get off with, then you toss them aside for the next flavor of the week.” She gives me a mocking smile. “Oh, excuse me. Flavor of the day.”

  She lets out a bitter laugh. �
�Yeah, I guess things were different with me. You wanted to string me along and play your games with me for more than one night. I guess I should feel honored, right? Privileged. Lucky that Liam Donovan deemed me worthy of using his magic cock on me for more than one night?” She scoffs. “Well, guess what, Liam? You think you’re so special? God’s gift to women and all that shit? You’re not. You’re nothing but a pathetic overgrown kid who’s too afraid of anything real to let himself be with the same woman more than once.”

  I want to tell her she’s wrong. That might have been me. But not anymore. Because she’s changed me. She’s made me want something more. Something real. With her.

  But she’s not done yet.

  “I’m disgusted by you,” she rails, her lips lifting in a sneer. “I should have never agreed to this job. I deal with men like you every day of the week. But you know what? You’re worse than they are. Because you manipulated me on purpose. You went into this knowing what you were doing.”

  I can feel my blood pressure rising with every word she says. The rational part of my brain knows that she’s just lashing out because she’s hurt. She cares for me too, despite everything she’s saying. There’s no way either of us could have faked the magic between us this past week. But I’ll be damned if I let anyone—and I mean anyone—talk to me the way she’s talking to me right now.

  Everything I’ve said just now has had the opposite effect of what I intended, so for once in my life, I keep my fucking mouth shut.

  I love her. I know it. But I won’t do this with her.

  So I grab my clothes and put them on as fast as I can and spin on my heel and stalk toward her door without a backward glance, slamming it behind me on the way out.

  Cara

  “GO AWAY!” I shout, digging into my ice cream bucket with the spoon and then shoving it into my mouth. Swallowing at once, I feel the cold spreading from my throat to my brain, and then I just reach for the bottle of vodka sitting on my side and take it to my lips. Throwing my head back, I chug heartily and then wipe my hand with the back of my hand.