Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I don’t know if that makes me feel good that she obviously wants me just as much, or if it hurts that she doesn’t want me more. The whole situation is fucked up. I wish we weren’t even on this stupid reality show anymore so we could just be together and figure things out without all this pressure. And suddenly, I want to make it clear to her that none of this bullshit from the show really matters.

  “Look, Megan, I know this game is important to you. Winning this apartment and the prize money and all that. But I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about that. Do you get what I’m saying?”

  She looks at me like she’s afraid to take me seriously, shaking her head slightly.

  I go to her and take her in my arms again, pulling her close, tilting her chin up and cupping her jaw in my hand so that she has to look at me.

  “You know why?”

  “Why?” she whispers, and I can feel her pulse thundering underneath my fingers.

  “Because I can take care of you. You don’t need to win. I told you before. I’m a winning bet. If you have me, you don’t need any of it—not the apartment, the money, nothing. I’ll take care of you.”

  Her eyes cloud with confusion. “Why would you do that?”

  I take a deep breath and prepare myself to take a leap. “You asked me if I wanted to fuck you or if my feelings are real. The answer is yes.”

  “Yes…”

  “Yes,” I repeat firmly. “I want both. But neither have anything to do with this show. It might have started out as a game, and I was just playing along. But somewhere along the way it stopped being a game. I’ve fallen for you, Megan. Hard. I want to be with you. I want to take care of you.”

  She’s looking up at me with such disbelief and uncertainty, but somewhere under there I see a bit of hope and excitement. And I don’t want to say it again, but I have to. Just so she knows. Because it’s the truth. Even if I don’t end up with her.

  “I mean everything I just said. But more than anything, I just want you to be happy.” I stroke her cheek with my fingers. “So do what you have to do to be happy, Megan. Fuck everyone else. Make the choice that makes you happy.”

  Madden

  Here we go.

  She places her hands on my chest, pushing me back until my knees meet the edge of the bed. She forces me to lay down on the mattress and then climbs on top of me, her movements fast and cat-like. I can feel desire has taken over her, lust pulling her strings, and I’m feeling exactly the same. Our bodies are burning for each other, and there’s no telling what might happen.

  Leaning in, she presses her lips against mine and kisses me softly. I close my eyes, savoring her strawberry lips, and run my hands down the side of her body, feeling her perfect curves as my cock hardens up inside my jeans.

  “I want you so much,” she purrs, running her fingers over my chest, tracing the contour of my muscles over my tight shirt. Placing one hand on her face, I smile, allowing my fingers to roam over to her neck and then tangling them on her hair. I yank, forcing her head back.

  “That’s my line,” I say, craning my neck and placing my mouth on her cleavage, my lips softly brushing against the soft skin there, the warmness of her tender flesh making me even harder..

  “We’re in tune then,” she teases me, locking eyes with me and offering me one of her devilish smiles.

  “Seems like it,” I whisper and, with that, I push the straps of her dress down her shoulders, baring her black lace bra. Hooking my fingers on one cup, I tug it down, one hard nipple jumping into sight. Before she can even prepare for it, I press my mouth there, my lips wrapped tight around her hard rosy tip.

  “Mm,” she purrs, and the sweet sound of her voice wraps itself around my thoughts, injecting desire and lust into each one of them. My cock becomes as hard as a steel rod, boiling blood rushing down to it, and I take my lips off of her mouth to look into her eyes.

  Moving fast, I buck my hips and turn aside, rolling on the bed and trapping her between the mattress and my body. I take my hands to her wrists and, curling my fingers around them, I pin them over her head and look into her eyes once more. I remain silent, taking in the soft lines of her face, allowing her beauty to sink its hooks on me.

  The hemline of her dress has hiked up to her waist, and my crotch is against hers, my cock somehow still becoming harder and harder. Feeling my shaft pressed against her pussy, she takes her hands to my back and, holding onto my body, she thrusts upward. She grinds against me hard and fast, swaying her hips up and down and from side to side, and I grit my teeth as I feel a surge of maddening lust take over me.

  I’ve never felt anything quite like this, a desire so intense that I can’t even think straight. Fuck, I feel just like a young kid, smitten by the prettiest girl in the block. This wasn’t supposed to happen to a guy like me - I’ve fucked so many women that I’ve lost count and here I am now, completely head over heels with Megan.

  She has put a spell on me, one from which there’s no escape. And, even if there was a way out, I wouldn’t want it.

  Thrusting back at her, I allow the movements of our body to sync up and, closing my eyes, I let a fantasy of desire to take over my thoughts. I imagine how it’d feel to simply flick her thong to the side and bury my cock inside of her, the tightness of her pussy squeezing my shaft hard… I can almost hear her moans against my ear as I thrust, her fingernails clawing at my back as she laces her legs around my waist and forces me to fuck her as hard as I can…

  I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as bad as I want to fuck Megan and, trust me, that’s really saying something.

  And, thing is, she knows it.

  Climbing down from her body, I roll over the mattress and lay on my side, next to her. She turns to face me, her lips slightly parted in a way that makes her look even more beautiful, and she rests her hands over my chest.

  She never takes her eyes off mine as she starts unbuttoning my shirt, her delicate fingers working on the buttons fast, baring my chest inch by inch until I feel her knuckles brushing against my abs.

  “I never felt like this for any woman, Megan,” I find myself saying, not even knowing where the words come from. I just felt a sudden urge to say them and, now that I’ve let them out, I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest.

  I want to hear her say the same, to admit how much she craves me… But she just remains in silence, her eyes on mine while a soft smile dances on her lips.

  “I know,” she whispers, the kind softness of her voice making me so hard that my cock is on the verge of tearing its way out of my jeans.

  Pulling my shirt down my arms, she throws it off the bed and then runs all of her fingers down my naked chest. My thoughts scatter as I feel her fingertips going over my abs, and then she gets to work on my belt; unbuckling it, she pulls it out of its loops and then pulls my zipper down, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs.

  With a knot on my throat, I kick my jeans down my legs and push them off the bed.

  “I want that cock,” she whispers, slowly curling her fingers around the hem of my boxer briefs and pulling them down. My cock jumps free immediately, slapping her across the back of her hand. I let her push my boxers down my legs and then kick them, sighing heavily as she curls her fingers around my cock, her soft breathing against my neck filling my blood with the unstoppable rage of lust. Could she be any more fucking perfect?

  Inching closer to me, she crushes her mouth against mine, her tongue sliding past my lips as she starts moving her hand back and forth over my cock. She’s stroking me softly, her hand moving in a patient up and down rhythm, her petite fingers delicately hugging my thick shaft.

  Closing her mouth, she nibbles at my lower lip, pulling it harshly; letting go, her lips move down to my neck, laying soft kisses across my skin. She places her free hand on my ass, feeling the curves of my cheeks; then, taking that hand to my chest, she pushes on me and forces me lay down flat on my back. Kneeling on the mattress, she leans in and takes her mouth
to my chest, then moving it down my stomach in a maddening line of lustful promises. With her tongue, she traces the contour of my abs, licking them as if she needed to taste my body to know that I’m fucking real and not just a figment of her imagination. She’s in luck - I’m as real as the desire that’s turning my cock into a fucking block of concrete.

  My hands are on her head, my fingers running through her silky hair as her lips draw close to my pulsing cock. Kicking and punching, my heart beats faster, anticipating what’s to come. She wraps her luscious lips around my tip, slowly sucking as she keeps on stroking. I close my eyes, savoring her mouth on me and let delight overtake me.

  “So tight… I need more,” I groan, pushing her head down. I don’t even give a fuck - instinct and desire are running the show. She goes willingly, parting her lips wider and allowing my cock to slide inside of her mouth and over her tongue. Feeling the warmness inside her mouth, my cock pulses harshly as she keeps on going deeper; she goes until her lips are touching the skin at the base of my cock, and then she holds her position for a few seconds, pressing on my shaft with her tongue. Only when I sigh heavily does she roll back, her lips once again wrapped tight around the tip of my cock.

  I leave one hand on her head, but I move the other down her back, reaching for her ass. I slide my hand under her ass and squeeze one cheek, the flesh shifting under my fingers; flicking one finger under the string of her thong, I then caress the crack between her ass cheeks. As I touch her, dangerously close to her ass hole, she starts to bob her head up and down, keeping a steady but unbridled pace. Pushing into her hole, I move my finger inside her ass, and slowly build up its rhythm; it doesn’t take long for me to be fingering her ass at the same fucking pace with which she’s sucking on me.

  “You’re so fucking good…” I whisper, the fingers in my free hand curling into fucking hooks and grabbing her ass harshly. She responds by picking up the rhythm, moving her head so fast I can’t help but groan in pleasure. Instinct taking over me, I push my finger deeper between her cheeks, sliding it further inside her ass. I move it back and forth as fast as I can, her inner walls squeezing tightly. “Come here… I want to taste you too,” I find myself saying, pulling on her waist. I need to taste everything in her, every single inch of smooth skin… Her lips, breasts, pussy and ass - everything’s fair game to me.

  My cock pops out of her mouth as she raises her head, but she never takes her hand off of my shaft.

  Turning her body around so that her ass is turned to me, she lifts one leg and moves it over me, her knees on either side of my head. With one of my hands on her waist, I use the other one to push the hem of her dress up to her waist and flick her thong to the side; I raise my head then, pulling her down at the same time. With my mouth pressed tight against her soaking wet pussy, she leans forward once more, pushing my cock between her lips.

  I breathe in her sweet scent, letting it go all the way up to my brain. Sucking on her folds, I run my tongue over them, her fluids coating my tongue shamelessly. She tastes fucking divinal, and it doesn’t take long for me to lose all control, using both my lips and tongue to devour her. I push my tongue past her inner lips, jabbing at her insides as I keep her still with my hands firmly resting on her hips.

  We please each other with our mouths, working on one another in a feverish state of frenzied lust. With my eyes closed, I surrender to pleasure, sparks of electric sin like thorns biting at my mind. She is grabbing my cock harshly, moving her mouth and hand in unison; her tongue is moving erratically, almost as if she couldn’t control herself. I figure that’s right, judging by the way she’s moving her hips and pressing her pussy against my mouth. Eventually, she takes my cock out of her mouth, a throaty moan cutting through the silence as she arches her back.

  Leaning back, she’s now sitting on my face, my fingers hooked on her hips and keeping her in place. Still, she keeps on stroking, now more furiously than ever. If I wasn’t so concentrated on how delicious her pussy tastes, I’d probably would have already cum. And that… Well, that’d be a waste - I’m far from done.

  Megan grinds against my face, her fluids dripping down my chin as I keep on sucking eagerly. With one hand over her right leg, I reach for her clitoris and press my thumb over it, moving it in fast circles. I can already feel her body tensing up, electricity pooling in her muscles. It won’t take long for her to explode, but I still have a trick up my sleeve, though.

  Moving my tongue back over her folds, I reach for her ass, and then start to lap at her hole eagerly. I feel her shivering, my mouth working on her ass with the same eagerness I ate her pussy out. Jesus fucking Christ, why does everything in this woman has to taste so fucking good? I keep on licking her until I feel her on the edge, a strong violent orgasm preparing to burst inside her body. If she’s on the edge, I’m ready to push her off of it. Licking her ass furiously, I drive her utterly and completely mad; she’s moaning louder now, and I just know she’s about to explode.

  And that’s exactly what happens - a few quick jabs from my tongue and I feel every muscle in her body tightening up, a whispered moan of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the room. The sound of her voice caresses my eardrums and travels all the way up to my brain, making me lose whatever fucking self-control I still had in me.

  Her body is still trembling when I push her off of me; she falls on the mattress with her stomach down, and I waste no time - I go on my knees behind her. I take one second to look at her perfect shape, the curves of her body calling to me. Gritting my teeth, I feel my cock desperate to fuck her - and, this time, I know that she won’t object to it.

  I inch closer to her and, grabbing her thong, I pull on it as harshly as I can against her outer thigh. The sound of ripping fabric comes immediately after, and I throw her torn underwear to the floor.

  “I hate your clothes,” I tell her with a grin, running my hands up the side of her body and grabbing the fabric of her dress. “You look so much better when you’re naked,” I continue, yanking hard on her dress and taking it off her body. The moment I take it off, I then grab her by the hips and force her to remain lying down on her stomach; I go for the clasp of her bra and undo it, yanking the whole thing off of her. “So much better.”

  Taking a deep breath, my heart tightening up into a fist, I let my eyes roam over her naked body and I feel my cock throbbing furiously. All her barriers are down, I can feel it… She wants me, and she wants me right now.

  I place my hands on her ass, squeezing and grabbing, and then I smack her as hard as I can with the back of my open hand. A muffled cry of pleasure reaches me, and I look down, seeing her with her head buried against the pillow, trying to silence her need to moan.

  I lay on top of her, one hand moving under her body and grabbing one breast while I position my shaft against her ass. My fingers gently playing with her hard rosy nipple, I place my lips against her ear.

  “You want it, don’t you?” I whisper, pressing my cock between her ass cheeks. She immediately starts to thrust back, grinding and stroking me with her cheeks. “You want me to fuck you.”

  “I --” she starts to whisper, but then trails off turning her head to the side.

  “You want it,” I continue, teasing her and grabbing my shaft with one hand and pressing it down, moving it between her thighs so that my tip is brushing against her wet folds. I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t thrust right away. It takes all my fucking willpower just to keep talking.

  I have no idea why I still haven’t thrusted yet, but something inside me is making me hold off. Even though she hasn’t said it, I know that she wants it; for fuck’s sake, I already have the tip of my cock pressed against her pussy! She’s just waiting for me to take the reins and slide my cock inside of her.

  But I just can’t. I can’t fucking do it.

  What the fuck’s wrong with me? I’ve been dying for this moment ever since I saw her for the first time, and now I just can’t do it. Somehow, it just feels wrong.

  Why?
She isn’t thinking straight, her mind clouded by the heat of the moment… And, as much as I want to fuck her, I don’t want it to happen just because she couldn’t think straight. I want it to happen because she truly wants it, not because I snuck up on her when she was vulnerable.

  “Fuck,” I sigh, wrestling against the adrenaline that my heart’s pumping into my bloodstream. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Restraint is kind of a foreign concept to me, you know?

  Gritting my teeth, I brush the tip of my cock once more against her wet pussy lips and then pull back. The moment she stops feeling my cock, she rolls to the side underneath my body and forces me to lay down on the mattress.

  Moving with fast cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both her hands. I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.

  “Oh, God, I want it” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.

  She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that the tip of my cock is rubbing against her pussy lips. With each passing second, I feel all that restraint start to fade away. “This feels so good,” she continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it. “So good…”

  “It does feel good,” I agree with a groan, closing my eyes as I feel her drenched folds running up and down the length of my shaft. She’s just stroking me with her pussy, and it feels completely amazing - I can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel to be inside of her right now.

  “Why don’t you… do it…?” She asks me, almost as if she was expecting me to thrust anytime soon.

  “I… Fuck, Megan. I want it. I want it more than anything else. But I want you to think long and hard about it… If it happens, I want you to be sure that it’s what you really want,” I tell her, and then reach for her pussy with my hand, giving her no time for a reply.