by Betsy Locke
“You were wrong,” I replied, kissing him again.
Chapter Five
His lips moved to my neck and then my breasts, taking my nipples into his mouth. I held his head against my chest as he sucked on me, chewing and kneading my breasts.
I reached down and felt his massive length, stroking him up and down. He moaned into my breasts as his tongue ran up my cleavage.
His hand wandered down between my legs and felt how wet I really was. His lips returned to mine and he pushed me up against the wall. His fingers found my fleshy nub and rubbed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
Nicholas moved his hand further down and his two fingers found my sweet opening. His fingertips teased me, circling around, bringing me to the edge.
“I need you, Nicholas. I can't take anymore.”
He shoved his fingers inside me, feeling me deep. “You like that?” he asked.
I nodded and cried out as he slid his fingers in and out of me. His palm pressed against my clit and vibrated slowly. The pleasure built higher and higher.
“I'm going to come, Nicholas!”
I shattered around his fingers, my body melting into goo. I couldn't hold myself up and Nicholas held me up by my soaking wet pussy.
My senses returned and before I could get oxygen in my lungs, Nicholas kissed me. He took his fingers out of me and I could feel my wetness gushing out.
Nicholas came up for air and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. “Put me in your mouth, Chloe.”
“But you're so big!”
“Open that mouth wide,” he replied, his tongue lightly licking his lips.
The tip of his cock danced on my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum and it was sweet and salty. His fingers ran through my hair and he grabbed it suddenly, forcing me to gasp.
Nicholas crammed his entire cock into my mouth while it was open, holding my hair tightly. “Fuck yes, suck me hard, baby.”
I grabbed his thick base with both hands and started to stroke him while I bobbed up and down on his head. I looked up to see Nicholas with his head tilted back and eyes closed. He was really enjoying this.
His other hand brushed through my hair and took hold of my head. He thrust deep down my throat, pushing his cock in there until my lips met his base. “That's just how I like it.”
Nicholas pulled himself out and gave me a second to catch my breath. “I need you to fuck me now. I beg you,” I said.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded. “Show me that big ass of yours.”
I climbed onto the bed and got on my hands and knees. I pointed my ass to him and he slapped my cheek with his open palm. I howled in pain and Nicholas rewarded me with another spank. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“More please!” Each hit on my ass sent my head spinning. I knew I was going to be all red down there tomorrow. I didn't know pain could feel so good.
Nicholas jiggled my cheeks before pressing his tip against me. My eager hole needed him now more than ever. Nicholas tore into me, stretching my pussy to the breaking point. I whipped my head back and moaned his name at the top of my lungs.
The windows were open but this part of the island was all to ourselves.
Nicholas buried his large cock in me, his hips meeting my ass. He pulled back and sank into me again and again, never giving me a moment to recover.
“You're so tight, Chloe!”
“I'm going to come again!”
“Yeah baby. Come for me. Show me how much you love this big cock.”
I came undone again, coming just how Nicholas wanted me to. My spine quivered and body quaked as Nicholas fucked me hard.
Nicholas gripped my hips, his fingernails digging into my skin. “I'm close, Chloe.”
“Stay inside me! Don't pull out!”
Nicholas exploded within me, shooting streams of warm cum deep inside me. He screamed my name as he emptied his balls into me.
We collapsed onto the bed, our limbs entangled and our chests heaving up and down. We both didn't say a word but listened to the sound of the crashing waves.
I was so exhausted and it didn't take much for me to fall asleep in his strong arms.
–
I awoke to the sounds of the ocean. I thought that last night was just a dream. Then I realized that I wasn't in my bed.
I sat up and saw Nicholas sitting outside on the beach, completely naked.
I walked out into the sun and felt weird being nude out in the daylight. It was kind of freeing.
“How did you sleep?” he asked.
I sat down next to him and watched the water. “Like the dead. I've never felt so good in my life.”
Nicholas put his arm around me. “This summer is going to be the best of our lives.”
Chapter Six
Nicholas was right about that. We spent the entire summer swimming, tanning, and fucking every night until our bodies couldn't take anymore.
It was only fitting that I found out I was pregnant on the day I had to leave to go back to college.
“I don't want you to go, Chloe,” he said, holding me close at the airport.
“I don't know how to tell you this Nicholas but I'm pregnant.”
His face was blank for a moment and then turned into the biggest smile ever. He snatched the plane ticket from my hand and ripped it to shreds.
“You're staying right here with me. We're going to be one big happy family.”
We returned to our island home and made love over and over again.
I finally found the place I belonged.
The End
Story Fourteen
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Description
I'd never fallen in love before.
I couldn't believe it happened after I was already married to a man. It just so happens that he's a billionaire.
This fake marriage story is very steamy.
Chapter One
My fingers trembled as I opened up the envelope that had my mortgage company's name on it. A big red stamp on the front said: Past Due. This was the fourth or fifth past due notice I had received from them.
I pulled out the piece of paper and immediately began to cry when I saw the words Foreclosure at the top.
I could barely read the thing through the tears. I had ninety days to pay them twenty grand or else they would take my home away from me.
My mother's home.
She left it to me after she passed away from cancer. The medical bills had drained her life savings and mine in the process. When the house moved to my name, we were already behind by a few months.
I had quit my full-time job to take care of my mother. When the money got tight, I had to get a part-time job at a grocery store to make ends meet. There just weren't enough hours in the day.
I thought that I would be able to get my old job back at the law firm but they eliminated my position after I left. With my resume it shouldn't have been that hard to find another job that paid well enough but there wasn't anything out there.
I had to take another part-time job at a gas station to just make enough to pay the mortgage. I had nothing left to pay the debt off. I barely had enough to feed myself.
Now I was at risk of losing the house I lived in.
Life couldn't get any worse.
After my shift at the gas station, I stopped by the Goat Tavern for a quick drink. It was the only thing that I looked forward to during both of my long shifts. The one time I got to unwind a little before the chaos of my life started again the next day.
I spent a lot of time here while my mom was battling cancer. I even had a favorite spot at the bar.
“What can I get for you, Avery?”
I unfolded the foreclosure
notice on the bar. “Give me your strongest drink, Hans. This might be my last time here.”
The bartender with short blond hair took out a glass and began mixing. “What's wrong, Avery. Why is it going to be your last time?”
I passed the notice to him. “There's no way I can come up with that type of money. I'm going to lose the house and I'm going to have to move somewhere with more job opportunities.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. I wish there was some way I could help.”
“Don't worry about it, Hans. There's nothing anybody could do about it.”
He slid a glass of brown liquid in front of me. I didn't even wait for him to tell me what it was before I took a sip. The liquor burned a hole through my mouth on the way down my throat. I'd never tasted something so strong before. Hans had thrown together a bunch of different alcohol to make this and the only one I could pinpoint was gin.
A buzz was already hitting my head. I could feel myself relaxing already. “This is perfect, Hans. Exactly what I needed.” I pulled out my purse and the wallet inside. I didn't have much cash left but it would be enough. “How much do I owe you?” I asked.
Hans shook his head. “It's on the house, Avery. You've been a regular here for a long time and I'm going to miss our little chats.”
“You're the best, Hans. I'm really going to miss you and this place too.”
A man sat down on the stool next to mine. “I couldn't help but overhear you.”
I was about to tell the guy to mind his own business until I turned and saw him. He was not what I expected at all at the Goat Tavern.
This place wasn't what you would call a classy bar. It was known for cheap drinks and rough men. I was used to brushing off bikers and ex-convicts but this man was neither.
Dressed in a slim black suit with a black tie, this man didn't fit in here at all. A five o' clock shadow hugged his jawline and his dark short hair was combed perfectly without a strand of hair out of place.
It didn't matter how attractive he was though. I wasn't in the mood for being hit on. “I'd like to drink alone,” I replied.
The man put his hands up in surrender but didn't go away. The cuff of his jacket slid down a little and exposed an expensive silver watch. “It's just I think I know a way to solve both of our problems.”
I laughed. “You going to write me a check for twenty thousand dollars?”
His expression didn't change. “Not right now but later if you agree to my terms.”
“Whoa buddy. I ain't no prostitute. I'm desperate for money but not that desperate.” The more I thought about, the more I realized that I might have to resort to that just to survive.
The man took a sip from the drink in front of him. By the smell, I knew it was only whiskey. “It's a simple business transaction. You marry me and I'll pay your mortgage off.”
I spit my drink all over his face. “Oh shit, I'm so sorry.”
“It's fine,” he said, taking a small napkin and wiping his cheeks.
“You're not fucking serious,” I said, a little embarrassed for what just happened.
“Dead serious,” he replied.
Chapter Two
“So you're telling me that I have to marry you and you'll not only pay the debt I owe but the rest of the mortgage.”
“Exactly. Simple isn't it?”
I took another drink and rubbed my eyes. Was this mysterious man for real? Maybe it was the alcohol that was playing tricks on my mind.
“You don't even know my name. Why would you want to marry a stranger?”
“I'm Cameron,” he replied with an outstretched hand.
I took his hand reluctantly. “I'm Adrian. Now I know what I get out of this but what do you possibly get out of this. If you think you're going to own me, you're wrong.”
“My father isn't going to retire and pass his business to me unless I settle down.”
“I'm sorry. This just sounds all a little too crazy. You just so happened to be in this bar and heard me talk about my money woes?”
“I've been to a few bars looking for a woman who could use the help. If you're not interested, I can go somewhere else.”
Cameron went to stand up and I stopped him. “Whoa, not so fast! I didn't say I was going to go through with it. I just need to know more information. How long do we have to be married for?”
“Not very long. Just enough time for my father to retire and complete the transition. A year at the most,” Cameron replied.
“And what do I have to do. Do I have to...?”
Cameron shook his head. “Of course not. I only need you for family functions and for the wedding. You can live at your own place or at the mansion. We just need to put on a show for my family. A convincing show.”
My eyes lit up at that. My mom's two bedroom house wasn't exactly luxurious. Taking a small vacation from all the stress might be good for me.
I leaned closer to Cameron. “When would I get paid?”
“The day after the wedding.”
“And what stops me from annulling it a day later and running away with money?”
Cameron smiled. “You're a smart one too. We'll have a prenuptial in place that locks you in for a year or else you lose that money.”
He really had thought of everything. This was the miracle I was hoping for. The only negative I could see was that I would have to pretend to be married for a little while. It would be a funny story to tell future boyfriends.
But it would be worth it to have the house paid off. “I'll do it.”
We shook hands and sealed the deal.
“I'll set the engagement party for a week from Sunday at my place.” Cameron took out his phone. “What's your number?”
I blushed. “I had to sell my cellphone to save money.”
Cameron shrugged. “No problem. Take mine. I'll text you the address and time. I'll provide your dress and everything else. Just make sure you're not late.”
I held his expensive smartphone and Cameron winked at me. Then he was gone.
“What the hell was that?” I asked Hans.
He shrugged and continued to wipe down the counter. “Looks like your miracle just fell into your lap.”
–
I spent the week wondering if any of it was real. Cameron's phone was real enough. I scanned through his contacts and looked up many of the names to make sure they were actual people.
As crazy as the whole idea sounded, it felt exciting. My life had been going downhill fast and this was the one thing I needed.
A week and a half later, his text came and I knew this was happening.