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

by Vivien Vale

  Fuck me.

  It's so hard. I twist my palm up and down his huge shaft. He moans and lies back, resting his head against the white porcelain.

  I work my magic over and over before finally sliding myself towards him. I hoist myself up to straddle his thighs and gently ease his cock inch by sweet inch into my needy pussy.

  I push my hand against his chest to stabilize myself as take his cock inside of me. Being on top makes his cock press into me just right, making my body shiver in anticipation of what’s to come—me—and then I’ve taken his whole length. He’s bottomed out inside me.

  "Does that feel good?" he asks, looking at me through lowered lids.

  "Yes," gasp, as he thrusts up into me. I put my arms around his neck and grind against him, moving my hips up and down, finding a slow rhythm.

  I like to be on top. I can control my own orgasm. And I get to feel like I control him, even though nothing could be farther from the truth. He allows me this playtime and even heightens my pleasure by clamping down on my nipple with his teeth.

  "Ow, Leo, fuck."

  My tits are in his face and he's loving every minute of it. He twists and pinches one with his fingers as he sucks and nibbles on the other. It turns me on so much. I rock against him harder and faster. My clit is swollen and pulsing, and this angle I've found is perfect.

  "Oh God, Leo, yeah." I grind my hips down to relieve some of the pressure in my clit, and mini explosions start sounding off in my body.

  The combination of his lips around my nipple and me controlling this big strong guy is just too fucking good.

  I groan and whimper, chasing my release. He sucks on my tits and then his mouth finds its way to mine. We’re kissing this time while we’re fucking, and he's letting me just ride him for as long as I want. It’s too much. The sensations are building and that familiar warmth rises in my body.

  "Mmm baby, yes. God, yes!"

  I tremble and quiver around his cock. My muscles tighten around him. I come all over his cock, squeezing it and massaging it.

  He smiles as I pant and try to catch my breath.

  "That was so..."

  "Fucking mind-blowing?"

  I laugh. "Exactly."

  I climb off him and go back to my corner where I rest my head. That was exactly what I needed. The perfect way to start the day.

  He takes my hand and pulls me back towards him.

  "I'm not done with you yet," he says.

  He never seems to be done with me. He can’t get enough of me. Just like I can’t get enough of him.

  I watch as he pulls himself out of the tub and beckons me to follow. I'm dripping wet—everywhere—and he throws me a robe that I snuggle into. It's so warm and I'm still just completely floating, on cloud nine.

  He stands by the sink, watching me, and I recognize the dark look in his eyes. It's time for him to be in control again. I've had my fun and it's made him thirsty for me.

  Without him even having to ask, I sink down to my knees in front of him. Wet bubbles tickle my legs.

  I tug at the robe so it falls down around me so he has a nice view of my tits from above. I know he likes to see me like this, down on my knees in submission, practically begging for him to let me suck his cock.

  "Tell me how you want it," he says.

  His huge cock is right in front of my face and I can't resist the urge to lick the length of the full ten inches. I start to take the tip into my hot little mouth.

  He pulls my face back though.

  Again he says, "Tell me first what I want to hear."

  I'll say it. I don't care. All I know is I need this cock penetrating me in some way, somehow, in some hole, I don’t care which.

  "Yes, Leo. I want your big cock deep in my throat. Fuck me. Please."

  "That's better."

  He pushes my head towards him and I lick and suck and tease his cock until it’s all wet and dripping. I go at my own pace and I can tell he likes it. But eventually he takes my hair and moves my head to the rhythm that he wants.

  I'm trying to keep up and yet moaning around his cock because it's just too good. I try to yell and scream as my own desire heightens, but all my sounds are muffled by his thick cock.

  I tighten my lips around him and moan again, and this seems to send him right over the edge. He casts me one ravenous look as though the sight of him fucking my face is the best thing ever and then he holds my head still as he pumps and releases his load down my throat.

  I’m lapping it up but I’m also ready for more. I need to feel him deep inside me. And knowing Leo, there’s plenty more in store for me this morning.

  Leo

  I hold Sienna tightly by the hair and pump my load into her mouth. A part of me wants to pull out and see it spray all over her face and tits but the warm, tight feeling of her throat and the way she’s gagging on it makes me not want to ever leave her perfect mouth.

  I watch her lap up all the sticky cum. My girl loves my cum. She doesn’t want to waste a single drop and the thought is enough to make me fucking blow an even stronger load out than I already do. I wanna feed her all my cum and then give her more. I want to give her everything.

  I barely catch my breath when she stands up crooks her finger, imploring me to follow her to the bedroom. I’d follow her perfect, tight little body anywhere. A part of me finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing she can’t get enough of my cock. She’s never had anyone like me, guaranteed.

  The sight of Sienna sprawled out across my bed is seductive torment. I immediately go from half-mast to rock hard again but this time I have a plan. She wants it so bad? Trust me she’ll have it.

  I open the drawer to the nightstand and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Her eyes widen, and she looks a little timid.

  “Ever done this before?” I ask in all seriousness.

  She shakes her head no.

  “Good. I want to be your first.”

  I fucking love that I’ve been her first in a lot of things we’re doing together.

  But I wonder if she trusts me enough to do it? I hurt her before and I hope that won’t impede her willingness to open her mind to the thought of me conquering her in this way.

  I clank the steel cuffs together and the noise makes her bite her lip.

  Yeah, she’s willing. She wants it.

  Fuck yes.

  “Trust me Sienna, okay? Just know that I’ll never push you too hard. I know your limits, okay?”

  “Alright.”

  I climb on top of her and pull her arms up over her head. I’ve got one of those Herculean beds with posts that are the size of tree trunks. I cuff her wrists to either side of it then step back and look at my handiwork.

  She looks fucking gorgeous sprawled out on my bed liked, her body pliant and exposed and mine for the taking.

  She looks at me tentatively so I start slow. Very slow.

  It makes me crazy thinking about playing out my dark desires with Sienna. And the fact that she’s loved every bit of my dominance so far, even if she won’t admit it.

  “I want to hear you say you only want me, you’ve only ever wanted me.”

  The defiance in her eyes screams my answer.

  This both turns me on and infuriates me. I’ve thought only about her for ten years and I expect the same from her.

  “You shouldn’t be so cocky when you’re chained to my bed post.”

  She glares at me. “Why? What are you going to do about it?”

  I smirk and say, “I’m going to leave for a little bit and you won’t know when I’ll be back.”

  “Wait, Leo, what? You can’t leave me here like this.”

  “Oh, but I can.”

  It makes me rock hard to think of her being tied to my bedpost alone with only thoughts of me to occupy her mind. That’ll show her some temperance.

  “Leo! Fuck, no.”

  She’s struggling as I leave the room. Let her pine for me a bit. I go to the kitchen and take my sweet time having breakfast. I order up some roo
m service and read the paper. Only after it’s been awhile do I go back in.

  The minute I walk in, she turns, trying to cover herself by crossing her legs.

  “There’s nowhere to hide, Sienna. It’s all me all the time. You better get used to this.”

  She jerks her head to the side and refuses to look at me.

  “Say it, baby. You know you want to.”

  I remove the jeans I was wearing and sidle up between her legs. Stroking her inner thigh softly makes her tremble with need.

  “Have you been thinking of me?”

  I torment her by dragging my fingers over her stomach and waist, everywhere except the place where she most wants to feel me.

  “Just say what I want to hear and this can all end in pleasure.”

  She’s silent, defiant, so I get up to leave again.

  “Fine,” I say. “If you want to play the hard way, we can.”

  “No! Leo, please don’t go.”

  “Then tell me what I want to hear and say it like you mean it.”

  It’s almost at a whisper when she says, “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

  I may have had to force it out of her, but it fucking sounds like the truth.

  And when she lifts her golden eyes to meet mine, it’s like fireworks explode. We both feel it. I know this connection is as real for her as it is for me. Though neither of us has voiced our feelings, the sexual chemistry is palpable.

  “Good girl,” I say with confidence as I make my way between her legs again.

  I bend my head down and graze my tongue along the lips of her pussy. She’s so wet. Obviously our little time apart was good for her. She smells like a fragrant mix of body wash and her own delicious juices.

  I lick at her clit and have to hold down her legs because she’s trying to buck her hips and take control and get what she needs from me. She wants it so bad. I can tell from her swollen, trembling clit that’s budding more with every flick of my tongue.

  Soon she starts to relax into it and she lets herself be pleasured by me. It’s not worth fighting.

  All I want to do is make her come until her head explodes.

  I don’t know why she’s having such a hard time accepting that. All she has to do is submit to my control and the world will be hers. I’ll pleasure her as much and as long as she wants.

  Why fight anything we feel between us? We’re both so fucking stubborn…but it is part of what makes us both so fucking perfect for each other.

  I swirl my tongue around her clit for long, tantalizing moments. She’s arching her back into it but the handcuffs and my grip on her thighs stop her from getting far.

  “Leo, I’m going to come,” she pants.

  I’ve got her right where I want her. As she reaches her climax, I stroke my fingers around her opening, and this sends her soaring even higher, riding the wave of endless orgasms that just keep on coming.

  She’s screaming my name.

  “Leo!” It falls from her lips repeatedly.

  That’s all I wanted to hear. She could’ve just done that from the beginning and made this process a lot easier.

  She comes so hard, one right after the other. I take my place between her thighs and spread her wide. I know she does yoga and let me tell you that’s paying off right about now.

  I plunge my cock deep inside her. She’s so wet and sticky from her cum that I slide right in. I push her legs back so that she’s wide open to me and the view is fucking gorgeous. My baby cuffed to the bed, tits out, craving my touch, and her wet pink slit is at my disposal.

  I ram my cock in and out, not rushing, drawing out both of our pleasure. It feels so good to just have her like this at my utter beck and call.

  “Say my name again, baby, tell me how much you enjoy this.”

  I’ve got her going, so wet and horny and needy that she just says whatever’s on the tip of her tongue, what she’s been dying to say.

  “Oh Leo, fuck, it feels so good. It’s only you. It’s only ever been you.”

  They’re the only words that I want to hear. I push into her even deeper and I think my own eyes are rolling back into my head from the sensation of her pussy clamping down around me.

  So. Fucking. Wet.

  At the last minute I decide I want to paint her with my cum. Just as my orgasm is about to rip through me, I pull out of her clenching pussy let it go. I spray ropes of hot, sticky cum all over her stomach and tits. Jet after jet shoots all over the place, so much cum everywhere.

  It’s so fucking hot to watch. And it takes her by total surprise.

  Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open, and fuck, that makes the next sticky stream shoot right in her mouth and all over her cheek.

  She moans like it’s all she’s ever wanted, running her tongue over her lips to get as much in her mouth as she can.

  Jesus Christ, this woman fucking loves my cum.

  I let my hands fall to the bed on either side of her heaving chest and stay there for a minute to catch my breath.

  I take a hand and scoop up some of the cum from her tits, then watch as she licks it all off. She looks at me the whole time, her eyes full of raw lust.

  Then it’s over. I step back, putting my mask back in place.

  She eyes me with a look of apprehension. Like she doesn’t know what happens next. I know she’s torn, wanting more, because so am I. I could do this with her every day and every night.

  I’m still not convinced she’s entirely mine, though, and that leaves me broody as fuck as I uncuff her.

  “You good?” I ask as she rubs her wrists.

  “Yeah. That was intense,” she says.

  “In a good way, right?”

  “Yes,” she says, suddenly seeming shy about what we just did. But then she flashes that beautiful smile, and I know I’m that much closer to winning her over for good.

  Sienna

  I just told Leo that being handcuffed to his bed in the middle of the fucking day was intense...but that is an understatement. It was wild and stormy and explosive. What is it about this guy that has me ready to be chained to his bedpost?

  And yet somehow in losing all freedom, I felt most free of all. Suddenly I wasn't in control anymore. I didn't have to worry about bills, or my job, or my reputation. I was just...free, soaring on cloud nine and ready to never look back.

  And in that release, those moments where I didn’t have to manage every facet of my life, I actually found myself more able to just be me.

  My submission to him feels more and more natural every day. He can dominate me because I know that what fuels that authority is a complete devotion and adoration of me...at least for the next month.

  And though I'll never tell him, that underlying protective tendency he has is a real turn on.

  "I've never been tied up before," I admit as we're lounging around naked in the mid-morning sun.

  His gray sheets are covered in so much sticky cum, delicious evidence of time very well spent. I love the filthy sight of it.

  "I like that."

  I grab his chin and pull it towards me so that we're eye to eye.

  "I mean it. It's not like other guys haven't tried, but I never trusted anyone enough to do that."

  His eyes flash. "God, Sienna. Fuck. That's not what I want to hear...you and other guys. I can't even imagine it. Don't tell me about other guys, or I might have to get the cuffs back out."

  It was a slip of the tongue. I never meant to set off his jealousy. If only he knew...that no one else can ever compare to him. The uncontrollable way he makes me feel tops everything, everyone.

  That’s what I was trying to tell him. That he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to do all these things with. Do everything with.

  Everything with Leo is based on his need to contain me and make me his. What he doesn't know is that I'm pretty willing to let my reckless nature go.

  I don’t miss being so unrestrained because ultimately it’s led me to some pretty bad decisions...like being an escort under a
guy that basically wants to pimp me out as a prostitute.

  While my intentions have always been pure, I haven't always put myself in the best situations, and that's why having Leo in charge is not such a bad thing.

  I can't believe I'm even admitting this to myself. I'm determined, though, to remain unbroken, even under his restraint.

  It's probably what he likes most about me. I'm wild and complete in my unrestricted nature and that'll never change. He can control me, but only if I allow it.

  "I think we should have a nice lunch on the balcony," I say. "Come on, the day is bright, the sun is shining."

  The nice thing about being in the penthouse of a casino is that Leo has full access to all kinds of world cuisine, especially when he’s the fucking boss.

  I smirk. I'll never tire of ordering up food and not having to cook.

  "Lunch? Sounds nice. But at some point, I'll have to get some work done today."

  "Should I call the concierge?" I ask.

  He kisses me.

  "No baby, you stay here and get ready. Let me handle everything."

  Fine by me. I sink back into the pillows and try to absorb the luxurious feeling of having been thoroughly fucked by the man of my dreams.

  Leo is no joke. He is very serious, and apparently very serious about me.

  I don't dare hope he'd ever give up his playboy ways, but for the moment it's me in his bed and no one else.

  Eventually, I feel like I’ve been lazy enough and that I need to haul myself out of bed. I go into the suite and wash off. Leo's got music blasting and it wakes me up to the fact that the day has officially begun.

  I apply my makeup perfectly. There's no better light than up here at the top of the world. I pick out a simple black bodysuit with lace detailing, black slacks, and Jimmy Choos.

  When I finally arrive on the terrace, Leo's jaw practically drops to the floor. He likes what he's seeing. I sit down to a white linen tablecloth and crystal glasses.

  "Mimosa?" he offers.

  "Could I ever say no to that?"

  He makes my drink and I ask what we're having.

  He goes inside to get the service tray from the kitchen. Then he reveals the perfectly plated brunch.