Spring Break Bride: A Virgin For The Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Vivien Vale

  Her eyes flare at my words, her pupils dark and dilated. She likes the sound of that, even if she’ll never admit it.

  “I’m not a whore for you to fuck whenever you want.”

  I chuckle. Her breathy, needy voice does nothing to convince me that I’m wrong. I’m not in the business of being fucking wrong. I am in the business of owning her and she is going to admit it. “But you are mine.”

  Mine.

  The word echoes in my head, a primal chant demanding that I claim her. She may have become my escort by default, but I’m going to make sure every second of the next thirty days counts.

  My hips surge forward again, and she lets out a low, throaty moan. “Leo…”

  “Tell me you’re mine.” I order.

  Her mouth drops open, the words suspended as she wages an internal struggle. I can see it all over her face. She wants more of this, but she’s still fighting for control. She doesn’t want to give me the upper hand.

  I fucking love it.

  Yeah, I like to be in charge and call the shots…but so many women submit to me all too easily.

  There’s no challenge.

  It’s completely different with Sienna. If challenge were a woman, my golden fucking temptress is that woman.

  There’s no doubt she wants me, but she’s fighting it off as hard as she can, even after I just made her come all over my hand.

  “You taste delicious,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to her neck, scraping my teeth along her flushed skin.

  Her pulse pounds beneath my mouth, and I flick my tongue over the hollow of her throat.

  Then because I want to see what she does, I loosen my grip on her wrists, giving her full use of her hands for the first time since I pushed her up against this glass.

  Her fingers go straight for my head, tangling in my hair as I lick lower. Over the top of one tit, down into her cleavage that I really want to shove my cock into.

  I groan at the image of fucking those glorious tits and spraying cum all over her.

  Jesus, she’s making me crazy. I drop my head and capture her nipple in my teeth, biting down hard through the thin fabric of her dress.

  She cries out again, and I bring my hand back to her pussy in time to feel more of her hot, sweet juices gush out. I swipe my fingers through it then lift them up between us as I raise my head to watch her reaction.

  Her eyes flick between me and my cum-coated fingers, her mouth open as she practically pants with lust.

  My gaze trained on her, I run my sticky fingers over her lips, painting them with her own arousal.

  When her pink little tongue flicks out, I about fucking lose it. Without thinking, I shove my fingers deep in her mouth, so deep I’m sure she’ll gag. I want her to gag. I want to imagine she’s gagging on my thick cock.

  Her eyes water, but she doesn’t struggle. Instead, she surprises the fuck out of me by swirling her tongue around my fingers, lapping up every drop of her own cum. Her muffled moans make my cock twitch.

  I know she feels it because her eyelids drop halfway, hooded with drugging lust.

  Sienna’s hands are back on my belt, working quickly. Probably hoping I won’t stop her again.

  I wait until she has my pants and boxer briefs shoved down around my hips before I pull my fingers from her mouth and clamp them around her wrists again, holding them inches away from my throbbing cock.

  “Goddammit, Leo,” she bites out in frustration, her eyes wild. She even stomps her foot on the ground, and I laugh.

  “I told you to tell me you’re mine.”

  I know it’s a dangerous game I’m playing, forcing her to say these things to me.

  I can’t help it if I wanted to. I’ve wanted to hear it for ten fucking years, and right now I have her so horny I know she’ll say anything to get my cock inside her.

  Sienna narrows her eyes. “I’m yours,” she says.

  I drop her wrists instantly, and her fingers wrap around my shaft. My eyes close and I groan at the sensation of her soft hands on my steely cock.

  “For tonight,” she adds.

  My eyes snap open, and she’s fucking smirking.

  I shake my head. Should have known she’d try to keep some semblance of control.

  I start to tell her that’s not good enough, but then she starts stroking my cock, tugging and twisting her hand just fucking right, and I give in. It feels too goddamn perfect and I’ve wanted this for so long.

  Fine. I’ll give her this one.

  “Well played, Ms. Reid,” I say, bracing my hands on the glass on either side of her head as she continues to work me over.

  Now that she has the upper hand, she seems determined to keep it.

  Sienna drops to her knees in front of me, one hand still wrapped around my cock, the other cupping my balls. I smirk when she pauses for a moment, her eyes going wide when she sees up close and personally just how much I’m actually packing. She swallows, and the bob of her throat makes me impossibly harder. I want to see her swallow my cock as I pour hot jets of cum down her throat.

  With a growl, I grip her head, wrapping my fingers in her silky blonde hair, and take advantage of the fact that her mouth is gaping.

  I shove my cock right past her pretty lips until the tip rams into the back of her throat. This time she does gag, and I grin in satisfaction. But she barely bats an eye. She takes it all, flattening her tongue and hollowing out her cheeks as she creates a suction around me that threatens to make me blow my load right the fuck now.

  Looking down at her with her lips stretched tight around my thick shaft, it takes every last shred of self-restraint to maintain control.

  For years—fucking years—I’ve imagined what it would be like to have Sienna’s mouth wrapped around my cock.

  The actual sight of it is a million times better than I ever could have hoped. It feels so fucking good.

  In a goddamn heartbeat, I feel my balls tighten and a tingle start at the base of my spine, spiraling out as I feel myself getting ready to explode.

  My grip on her head tightens and I fuck her mouth harder and faster, torn between the need to empty my cum down her throat and the need to draw this out as long as possible.

  Indecision wars within me, but in the end, I don’t have a choice.

  Because just as I start to pull out, Sienna shakes her head slightly, her eyes looking up at me while she takes my massive cock in her mouth. Then she swallows, her throat massaging my cock in a way that leaves me totally at her mercy.

  Combined with the vision of her gorgeous face staring up at me, her eyes dark and hungry with desire, I don’t stand a chance. I let go of her head and brace myself again on the glass wall, then empty myself down her throat as the almost violent orgasm rips through me.

  I’m left gasping for breath as I stare down at her. When she’s swallowed every last drop of cum, she pulls my cock from her mouth, licking the dripping tip for good measure, then stands up. Her breath is ragged and her golden hair is wild from where my hands were tangled in it, but there’s no mistaking the look of satisfaction on her face.

  “Or, Mr. Asher,” she smirks, “perhaps it’s you who’s mine.”

  Then she starts to step aside as if she’s done here.

  I growl. This fucking girl is going to be the death of me.

  I’m the one in charge. Always.

  So why does her need to maintain some bit of control have my cock already—or still, really—rock hard and ready to go again?

  I grab her dress and yank it up, exposing her pussy. And fuck, it’s so pink and swollen and glistening. I drag my eyes away from it for a moment to pin her with a hard glare.

  “Still not done with you.”

  I grab her by the hips and lift her up, this time trapping her against the glass with nothing but my rock-hard torso. Then I slam my cock inside her.

  Sienna

  Leo has me pinned against the glass again, his cock deep inside my pussy, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.

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p; His cock is massive. I swear it has to be ten inches long. And it’s so thick that it fills me completely, stretches me until I’m clenched tightly around him, gripping his cock like we were made for this.

  “Fuck, Sienna,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he stays there inside of me, holding still for a moment while I adjust to how large he is. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  It’s not the first time I’ve slept with Leo, but it might as well be. I’ve never been with another man as big as he is, and oh my fucking god, I must have forgotten how crazy awesome it is when he’s buried in me balls deep.

  Leo stays there for the span of a few heartbeats, then he tilts his head and watches me while he slides back out and slams into me again, just as hard as before.

  I cry out and grip his shoulders while he continues to drill into me, holding me up against the window with nothing more than the strength of his body and the power of his thrusts.

  Again and again, Leo slams me back against the glass, and every time it feels even better than the last as I quickly feel my body building right up to another orgasm.

  Fuck, how many times is he going to make me come tonight?

  My fingers dig into his tanned flesh, scratching and clawing as I try to hang on while he takes me on one of the wildest rides of my life.

  “Ah,” I moan, “God, Leo, I’m gonna come.”

  He’s already got me teetering on the brink.

  One hand on my ass, he spreads my cheeks and teases my tight little hole, never slowing the pace of his cock driving me higher and higher.

  I jerk away reflexively, unsure about what he’s doing. No man has ever touched me there.

  “Leo…” I look at him warily.

  “Shh,” he says. “Just enjoy it.”

  I swallow hard, but I can’t argue with him. I’m completely under his power. He could probably do anything to me he wanted right now. That’s how desperate I am for him.

  I’m still having a hard time believing that we’re doing this.

  First of all, that I’m even here with Leo. But more importantly, that we’re fucking up against the glass window of his penthouse in fucking Vegas.

  The one time I had with Leo was all I thought I’d ever get after he left.

  The time he took my virginity.

  It was earth-shattering, and I can now admit that no man has ever come close to making me feel as amazing as he can—though I’ll only admit it to myself.

  Yet here I am, getting another chance to let him ravage my body, claim it for his own, push all my boundaries.

  Leo continues to tease my ass and fuck me hard, then he suddenly pushes just the tip of his finger inside, and I come totally fucking undone.

  My head flies back against the window, my body convulses and shudders, thousands of pricks of electric heat stinging all up and down my skin. And my pussy clamps down on his thick cock, milking it aggressively as I come so hard my vision flickers for a moment.

  Holy hell.

  Never in my life have I come like that before. And it isn’t over. My pussy continues to pulse around Leo’s cock for what feels like an endless amount of time.

  When the waves subside, I lift my head and look at his chiseled face, his dark eyes piercing as I stare at him shock.

  “That was…just…oh my god,” I mumble, panting as I try to catch my breath. My heart still pumps furiously in my chest, the rushing blood still making my clit throb.

  Leo doesn’t say anything, his face tense with restraint. He raises his hand and brushes my wild hair out of my face, his eyes dropping to my lips.

  My tongue darts out to wet them.

  He hasn’t kissed me.

  Not once.

  Not when he finger fucked me into oblivion, not after I sucked him off, and not just now when he fucked me close to insanity.

  But I wonder if he’s about to. I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to have Leo’s lips on mine. That’s been branded into my memory.

  Both soft and punishing at the same time.

  Demanding.

  But giving at the same time.

  My mouth drops open under his heated gaze, and I start to lean forward.

  But then his jaw clenches and he grabs me by the ass with both hands and yanks me harder onto his cock, pulling me away from the window. My legs lock around his waist and my arms around his neck as he holds me up and walks me into what I’m assuming is his bedroom.

  I cling to him, boneless from the orgasm that just wreaked havoc on my entire being.

  “Leo,” I moan as he tosses me off his cock and onto the middle of his huge bed. Before I have a chance to move or protest the sudden emptiness in my pussy, he grabs me by the hips and flips me around.

  Leo pull my thighs, bringing me to the edge of the bed, my ass in the air, no doubt giving him a perfect view of my pussy dripping with cum.

  “Fuck,” he growls again. “Sienna do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are? How sexy? I want to fuck you all night.”

  Yes, please. He can fuck me until forever for all I care. If we just stay here like this and never leave, I’m totally okay with that.

  Running a hand over my back, down my spine, he palms my hips, then shocks me yet again by giving me a quick, hard slap on one cheek.

  I gasp, taken totally off guard. But oh fuck, the way my skin tingles and stings from where he slapped me feels just as good as the fire that raced over me when he made me come.

  I bite my lip, knowing if I don’t I might beg him to do it again.

  But I don’t have to.

  He does, his other hand coming down on the other side and making a loud thwack as he sends another shot of pleasure straight to my pussy.

  I gush. I’m so wet right now that I can feel my juices running down my thighs.

  “You like that, baby?” Leo’s voice is deep and dangerous.

  I nod.

  “Let me hear you say it.”

  God, he sure does love to make me talk. He must get off to hearing me telling him what I like, and especially to hearing me beg for it.

  I know exactly what he wants to hear, how dirty he wants me to be. And I don’t even bother defying him right now. Because all I want is for him to sink back into my hungry pussy so I stop aching so bad for him.

  “I love it, Leo. So fucking much. Now stop talking and fuck me already.”

  He chuckles, and the rumbling sound makes my clit quiver.

  “You want this cock, baby? You want me to give it to you again?”

  “Yes,” I say, begging at this point.

  He pushes my shoulders down low so my back is arched, and I can see him through my spread thighs as he wraps his fist around the base of his cock, then drags it through my drenched, dripping pussy lips.

  We both groan, but he doesn’t give me what I want yet. I push back against him, my pussy opening for him, telling him hey, get the fuck in here.

  He still continues to just tease me with his cock, driving me mad with the need to have it inside of me again.

  “Please, Leo. Make me yours.”

  The words must unleash something within him. The next thing I know, his fingers are digging into my hips as he rams his cock into my pussy, this angle even better than before. I feel impossibly fuller. And it’s just what I needed.

  My breath comes in quick pants as he fucks me hard and fast, frenetically, almost desperately.

  In seconds, I’m coming again, gripping his cock so hard I can feel every ridge as he glides in and out of my pussy.

  And, fuck, then so is he. I feel Leo tense, his fingers digging into my skin as he drives into me with one last hard thrust. I feel hot, powerful jets of his cum fill me up. Over and over again his cock throbs deep inside of me, pumping me so full of cum that it flows out and runs down my legs, mingling with my own sticky cum.

  We both collapse in a heap on the bed and lie there for I don’t know how long, our hearts both thundering so hard I can feel his against my back.

  After a while,
I roll over, unsure what happens next. Does he send me back to my hotel room now? Does he keep me around and fuck me all night, like I hope?

  Leo looks at me, his expression hard again, unreadable. I’m certain he’s going to tell me to leave. That my time as his whore for the night is over.

  My chest clenches painfully because I really don’t want to hear that.

  Then he does the one thing I didn’t expect. He grabs me by the chin, and presses his lips to mine.

  He kisses me aggressively, all tongue and teeth, and it’s just like I’d expect from him.

  Hard.

  Punishing.

  Angry.

  But there’s also a hint of the Leo I used to know in that kiss. The kiss also has passion.

  It feels giving while it’s demanding. Just like always.

  It’s the first time I’ve kissed this man in ten years. And despite all the crazy sex we just had, it’s this right here that has me totally spinning out of control.

  Leo

  I leave the room early so as not to disturb Sienna.

  This is so out of character for me but I just can’t help it, she looks like an angel when she sleeps.

  It feels crazy to sneak around in my own apartment to get ready for the day because I’ve never, not even once, had a girl stay the night. They're always long gone before the sun's first rays hit Sin City.

  I make them come and scream my name, and then I usher them right out the door.

  Every woman I've had ends up clingy and begging for more...of me. But I just don't work that way. Giving myself to someone in any other way than physically was written off a long fucking time ago.

  I need the excitement of the chase every single time or I grow bored.

  So to have Sienna sleeping soundly in my bed is a new experience.

  I'm not completely sure why I didn't kick her out and send her straight back to her hotel room. Maybe it's because of our history. She's an old friend and I’m looking out for her—that’s a totally valid reason to bend my standard rules.

  And she's the sister of my childhood friend.

  And she was in so shaken up last night.