Insta-Hubby (A Billionaire Fake Relationship Romance)

by Lauren Milson

  “Please tell me what happened after I walked out of the parlor,” she whispers into the air between us.

  “I bought out your contract,” I say, “so as I said before, you won’t have to worry about them anymore.”

  I move closer to her and put my hand on her leg. She is wearing a short black dress and a long jacket, and thick black tights, but I can still imagine every curve of her beneath the shell as I think of her writhing beneath me, fingers laced through my hair as she pulls and bucks her hips and moans into my mouth.

  “So going to this party would be, what?” she asks, her green eyes flashing to mine. “Something I owe you? You think you purchased me for the night?”

  “I don’t think I purchased you,” I growl, “I did it because I want you and I don’t want them to be able to hurt you ever again.”

  My chest rumbles with desire, my heart slamming around inside my rib cage.

  “I want you to come to the party with me because I want you.”

  I put my hand down on her thigh and glide it up slowly as she looks at me deliberately, her eyes beginning at my chest, trailing up, lingering on my lips as I lick them possessively and her brows knit in the middle. A soft moan - nearly just a breath - escapes from her lips as my cock roars to be let out. I haven’t even touched her yet. And finally her eyes sweep up and we are looking into each other’s eyes. Finally.

  “I already know that’s a yes,” I whisper, leaning into her, breathing softly against her ear.

  “Yes.” Her breath hitches as she says her word, and she turns her face softly, her eyelids fluttering, beautiful, perfect.

  I lean forward and take her in my arms, my mouth coming down onto hers with possessive ferocity, taking her like I’ve never taken another woman before.

  Marking her. Making her mine.

  My hand trails up her thigh as she crosses her legs toward me, trying to get closer. Trying desperately to get closer to me.

  “No, sweetheart,” I say, pushing her leg away. “I need to be able to touch you. Feel you.”

  I kiss her lips softly and then move down to her neck, hungrily feasting upon her skin, her flesh plumping with goosebumps under the touch of my lips.

  A soft moan fills the limo as I slide my hand up farther. I’m surprised to feel that she is wearing thigh-high stockings, not tights, under her clothes.

  “Oh, baby,” I growl. My tip of my cock tents my pants as I dip my fingers along the lace edge of her stockings. But I can’t help myself any longer.

  “I need to feel you,” I groan. “You.”

  I push my hand up farther as I push my tongue into her mouth, entangling us together in a kiss. My fingers find her mound, covered with thin lace panties. I leave my fingers there for a moment, flicking them against the soaked fabric as she moans into my mouth, before moving the lace aside and pressing the pads of my fingers against her exposed flesh.

  “Ohh,” she moans, her sweet whispering gasp filling the air.

  I find her clit and glide a single fingertip against it gently, riding the ridges and peaks and valleys that surround it, over and over.

  “That...feels so good,” she moans, extricating herself from our kiss.

  Avery bites down on her lip as I’m about to penetrate her with a single finger.

  “You are so fucking tight,” I groan. “You are going to feel so good wrapped up around my cock.”

  “I…I’ve never…”

  I kiss her forehead and press mine against hers, looking deeply into her swimming eyes.

  “You’ve never what, Avery?”

  She seems so innocent, and I want her to feel like this is the first time she’s been finger fucked, and the first time I taste her I want her to feel like mine is the first tongue she’s ever cum on. I want her to forget every other man she’s never been with, and wake up wet and wanting me every morning after a long night of me making love to her in every single way that I can imagine..

  Her eyes flash to mine.

  “I’ve never done this,” she breathes desperately.

  “What, Avery. What have you never done?”

  “Any of this,” she moans. My fingers go back to her clit instinctively, and I pinch and roll it between my fingers.

  “You’re a…”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “Then tell me yes one more time and say you want me,” I whisper my command.

  “Yes,” she says. “Yes. I want you.”

  I push a single finger into her tight wetness and crush my lips into hers, breaching her virgin hole for the first time. She is so pure, wet, tight.

  Beautiful.

  Mine.

  “You are so fucking perfect,” I say. I want to take my cock out - no, fuck that, I want to tell her to take it out, use her hands and her lips to get me off, make her drink every drop of my cum before I fuck her, let her see what I am really capable of and how good I can make her feel. “And you are so fucking mine.”

  She whimpers and I feel her pussy clench up as I take my finger away.

  Good girl. She wants more.

  That’s how I want it. That’s how it will be.

  “Why are you stopping?” she gasps. “What’s the matter?”

  “We’re home.”

  Avery

  My skin isn’t on fire. It’s hotter than that. My insides are molten.

  I was so close to having an orgasm. So close to the first orgasm I’ve had with a man.

  He barely touched me. He hardly did anything. He didn’t have to. His touch was so perfect, so wanting and...like it was made for me.

  “We’re home,” he says. I look up, out the window. We’re uptown, I think, from how tall the buildings are and how they disappear into the sky.

  “This is where you live?” I ask. I peer out the window past him and past the empty sidewalk, into the luxurious, modern vestibule in white and grey, golden tones licking every corner of it, a fire blazing in one corner and deep, plush couches set up around it.

  “Live and work,” he says with a smile. “Now come on. It’s warm inside, and we have to get ready for the party.”

  He exits the car when someone outside opens the door, and then he leans in to give me his hand to help me out. The snow is still falling, but it’s warmer. It’s still cold, but it’s no longer brutal.

  “Careful,” he says, guiding me along the sidewalk to the building.

  Up close, it’s even more beautiful, and when we pass through the glass revolving doors, it’s even more breathtaking once we’re inside.

  We make our way to the elevators and he hits the call button. I turn around; this is not a typical elevator bank. Behind me, a plush sitting area boasts clusters of feather-soft looking, low slung cream colored couches. The ceiling is two stories high, and past the sitting area the far wall opposite the elevators is made of glass. Above it, the slanted ceiling is made of pure, crystal clear glass, with just the sky and the hint of the tops of tall buildings above it. The snow falls softly, and I feel as though I’m in a snow globe.

  “It’s...a nice building,” I say. I swallow thickly as we get on the elevator.

  “About the party,” he says. “I don’t know if I gave you enough details. I’m a partial owner of the club where it is being held.”

  Club Skin.

  I saw those words on the invitation.

  I could deduce what kind of party is it.

  Girls at work - my former work, I should say - talked about them from time to time.

  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, they’d say.

  But it helps if you’re willing to do a lot, they’d say.

  I don’t even know what kind of things may be asked of me.

  “Does being the owner give you any special privileges?” I ask, my eyebrows raised.

  “Yes,” he says simply. “It does. It gives me access.”

  “To girls?” I swallow thickly.

  “To whatever I want.”

  Heat flutters between my legs as we get of
f the elevator. The view from his floor is incredible. I glance left quickly, at the large window composing the entire hallway. The snow up here is colder, icy almost, and whips through the air, so close to us. But we’re protected in this tower in the sky.

  “Hey,” I say, looking up at him as we continue down the hallway. “I just realized I don’t even know your name.”

  “So that’s another first for you, isn’t it?”

  He unlocks his door and we pass into his apartment.

  “It’s Gabe,” he says, pulling me inside.

  Wrapping me up in his arms, he crushes his lips to mine with a newly ignited intensity, a new hunger, and I kiss him back, finding his tempo. It’s intoxicating, and it’s a rush.

  He paid to get me out of that shithole. And he doesn’t want anything in return. He just wants me to be his date to this fabulous party tonight.

  He just wants me.

  “Is that your first name or your last name?” I ask, smiling at him.

  “Am I not allowed to retain some mystery?” he asks darkly.

  “You are plenty mysterious,” I reply.

  He flashes me a sexy grin and scoops me up by the ass and I wrap my legs up around him, the dampness of my pussy grinding against him. I close my eyes and my world spins as he darts his tongue deep into my mouth, and I open my lips for him, feeling a trickle of new moisture between my legs as he puts me down on his plush, feathery soft couch.

  What the hell am I doing?

  “They aren’t going to do anything to you,” Gabe says, pushing my dress up around my hips slowly. The fabric is excruciating on my skin, teasing me. The way he acts is infuriatingly sexy. The way he goes slow. The way he teases. “You are safe now.”

  The pressure between my legs builds as he smiles up at me and kisses me between my legs. My clit presses up against my panties, hard and desperate for his touch.

  Slowly he slides my panties to the side. The soaked, delicate fabric nearly tears apart in his hand.

  “I didn’t know what I was going to do,” I confess.

  “It doesn’t matter now,” he growls. “You only do what you want. You tell me what you want. And if you don’t know what you want, I’ll show you what you want.”

  “How do you know what I want?” I breathe.

  My chest warms with heat as he kneels down on the floor in front of me.

  I know nothing about him.

  He was alone the day before Christmas Eve. He was in that place he rescued me from. He was there, and he must have been looking for something…

  But he didn’t leave with what he came looking for.

  His fingers roll against the edge of my panties, the flesh digging into my belly.

  My head spins with desire. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

  All I know is that I want to be his.

  I want him to make me his.

  Gabe

  Possessiveness crushes through my blood. Her body is soft, wanting, waiting.

  “Stand up,” I command.

  She is hesitant. She blinks up at me with piercing eyes, soft with want but fiery with desire.

  She sucks her pretty bottom lip between her teeth, biting down softly.

  Is that a hint of pain I see in her eyes?

  Is that what she wants?

  Oh, I am a sick fuck. I want nothing more than to possess this young woman. It is wrong and it is just what I have been looking for.

  Avery. Her name dances in my mind.

  I thought she’d had me fooled when I saw her luscious skin, all curves and innocence. I thought she was a woman who sold herself. The innocent shit was an act. I’d been sure of it.

  How wrong I was.

  “Okay…” she mewls innocently. Her eyes widen and her mouth slips open. I reach forward and push my thumb between her lips tenderly, caressing her cheek and neck as I pull it away.

  “Bend over,” I say. She is standing in front of me, her beautiful body ripe and ready for me. Even though she is clothed. My cock tents my pants, burning inside my clothes. She needs to be cared for, though. Before I make her mine. Before I bury myself inside her, spoiling her with my cock, making her scream my name.

  She presses her body forward slowly, her lips parting. I press forward through the thick air between us and take her lips in mine, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth. She falls against my body, sliding down onto the couch again. She can’t hold herself up. She can’t help herself.

  “Turn around,” I say, pulling my mouth away from hers. I grab her hips and guide her so her back is to me, drinking in her curves. “Bend over again. I need to taste you.”

  I feel her shudder against my hands, planted firmly on her hips. I want to plunge myself into her so badly, but I won’t. I wait. It’s excruciating, but I wait.

  Because that will make it all the sweeter when I finally have her. Sweeter for both of us.

  But I don’t matter. I need to keep her. Keep her safe, keep her warm, keep her away from that bullshit place I took her from.

  And I don’t care if I need to take my time to do it.

  It doesn’t matter.

  Nothing matters now except her.

  With her back to me, she is waiting. Compliant. But there’s something else inside her too, swirling beautifully with her compliance.

  I can feel it on her, coming off her. It was in her eyes when she told her boss she would figure it out. It was a look that told that old prick to fuck off.

  It’s fire. It’s determination.

  She knows what she wants, doesn’t she?

  “As you know, Avery,” I say, sliding my hands from her hips to her ass, “when I purchased your freedom, there was something I had in mind. I didn’t think I was buying you. Because I know you are not for sale. Are you, Avery?”

  “No,” she says, turning to me. “I’m not for sale.”

  “Then what the hell were you doing in that place, baby?”

  “I didn’t know what that place was.”

  My heart clenches as I grab the waistband on her black lace panties. They slide down her milky white thighs and reveal heaven to me.

  “Finally,” I breathe, taking in her perfect pink pussy with my deliriously tired eyes. “I needed to see you.”

  Her scent is fucking perfect, sweet and all mine.

  “Whose is this, baby?” I growl.

  Avery arches her back, pushing herself closer to me. Lunging toward her, I spread her open with my thumbs, exposing her virgin pink flesh, finding her clit with my tongue. She is like heaven as I slowly glide my tongue in wide motions, flicking against her.

  The untouched flesh, the unclaimed skin. I’m harder than I’ve ever been with her. I cannot explain it to myself. But it’s like my eyes have been tired and they’ve been shot with a dose of adrenaline. The heat inside my flesh threatens to burn a hole through my chest.

  “Tell me,” I growl. “Tell me whose pussy this is. Whose cherry.”

  “It’s yours,” she mewls. She’s beginning to open up to me, her milky, pure thighs trembling under my touch, the lace from her stockings so tempting and almost lurid. I find her clit again and touch her softly, the intensity between us growing.

  Growing until it’s about to fucking burst.

  “Please,” she whimpers. One finger finds her pink hole, closed and tight. My tongue sweeps against her clit, and I stiffen it as I work in tight circles against her hard pinkness. “Please.”

  Her softness is pure silk. I press one finger against her opening, teasing her, pressing toward breaking through, but I hold back.

  “I am going to ruin you, baby.” I slide one finger up her seam and find her clit with the pad of my fingertip, rocking against it tightly. “Ruin you until mine is the only name you can think. Until the only words you know are more and please. And yes. Always yes, baby.”

  I stand up behind her and whip my belt from my pants in a fury while she turns and gets down on her knees on the couch in front of me.

  “No,” I say, pushin
g her away gently. “You can play with it all you want later. Now, I need you to feel good. And I need you to imagine my cock sliding deep inside you as you cum.”

  With fierce intensity I take her face in my hands, guiding her toward me, and she collapses against my chest, her fingers finding the back of my head and lacing through my hair.

  I lift her up and her legs wrap elegantly around my waist, locking together at the ankles. She writhes and moves against me, trying to get closer.

  Closer.

  I can’t get close enough to her like this.

  Yanking my pants down as she falls back onto the couch, I grind my cock inside my fist.

  “I am burning for you, Avery.”

  Our mouths crush together and in a kiss that stops time. The dark, white room around us feels smaller. My cock leaks and drips precum and she instinctively sits up, her mouth agape, her eyebrows knitting together at the center, making them almost meet. She looks in awe and just at the edge of afraid.

  “Don’t,” I say. She knows what I mean. I’m not telling her to stop. I’m telling her to keep going - to do what feels right. Because she is making an exchange right now. Shedding off her virginity but not her innocence, taking my cock between her lips without being afraid. “Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt for very long.”

  Her lips meet the head of my cock tentatively before she looks up into my eyes, opens her mouth, and swirls the tip of her tongue against my ridge.

  Her tongue works against the head of my cock, licking up all the hot precum that’s come out while I touched and kissed her, inhaled her and imagined her silkiness enveloping me.

  She rocks her mouth against me and takes me all the way into her throat, her lips wrapping erotically around the base before she stops, then reverses her motions, pulling her lips away from me again.

  “I need you right now,” I growl. “I can’t wait one more second. I can’t.”

  I wrap my arm around her small waist, taking her close to my chest as I guide her down onto the sofa. Her legs wrap up around me and I glide against her opening, taught and tight.

  When I don’t immediately slide in, my prick stiffens even further, her sweet juices making the head of my cock slick and wet. I push forward against her gently, but I do not begin to breach her hole.