The Billionaire's Bride: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Nikki Chase

Zeke stops, his fingers still on the fly of my jeans. He stares at me with eyes full of desire. He’s holding himself back for my sake, but there’s something wild trying to escape, and I want him to unleash it on me.

  But first…

  “My back hurts,” I say.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, putting his strong forearm underneath my back to support me. He pulls me up until I’m sitting up with my legs around him. Resting a cheeky palm on my breast, he cocks and eyebrow and asks, “My place, or yours?”

  I laugh. “You mean the upstairs bedroom or the downstairs bedroom?”

  “My place is closer.” Zeke grabs my ass and pulls me tight against his chest. Without a warning, he gets up, picking me up with him.

  I cry out and wrap my arms around his neck, making him chuckle. As he carries me up, I face the stairs going down. The view and the lack of control make me feel like I’m going to fall, just like my luggage, which is still lying on its side at the bottom of the stairs.

  But Zeke feels solid and strong. When we reach the second floor, I loosen my hold around his neck and find that I remain in place. Zeke has even lowered me down just a tiny bit, until I’m rubbing against the hardness in his pants.

  By the time he throws me onto the bed, my panties are already soaked. I can feel it, and Zeke is about to see it soon. He’s pulling my jeans and panties down right now.

  “I can’t wait to taste you again. I’ve been thinking about this the whole day.” Zeke doesn’t wait this time. He knows my body is ready for him to do anything he wants.

  He kneels on the floor between my legs, which are dangling over the edge of the bed. Keeping my legs apart with his hands, Zeke starts to kiss my inner thighs.

  I want to lay back and enjoy this, but there’s something else I want. “Zeke,” I call out, “take off your clothes, too.”

  He stops and looks up at me. With a smirk, he stands up to his full height, towering over me. I feel vulnerable, lying down naked with this powerful man between my parted legs.

  Without breaking eye contact, Zeke pulls his shirt off and throws it on the marble floor. I don’t know where to rest my eyes. Should I look into his eyes, or should I check out those abs on him?

  Then I hear the metal of his belt clanging, and my gaze is automatically drawn to his waist, where his fingers are deftly undoing the buckle. The lines of the V-shaped dip just below his abs disappear into his jeans, and I can’t wait to see the rest of it.

  I bite my bottom lip. I’ve always wanted Zeke, but for the past seven years, I’ve only ever seen him naked in my imagination.

  Last night, it was dark and he was still in his underwear. This time, we’re in a bright room, and he’s obviously putting on a show for me, knowing I’m liking what I’m seeing.

  When his pants come off, my gaze is transfixed on his thick, hard cock. It’s jutting out and pointing up. I know Zeke must be watching me, but I can’t tear my eyes away.

  My pussy gets wetter at the sight, and my mouth waters. I want it inside me, one way or another. I want it in my pussy, but first I want it in my mouth.

  I sit up, then get on my hands and knees. In this position, Zeke’s cock is right at my face, teasing me, taunting me.

  I look up and meet Zeke’s eyes. He’s staring down at me with his jaw slackened, knowing what I’m about to do. His breathing gets heavier when I touch his cock with the tips of my fingers, lightly caressing the hot, velvety skin.

  It jumps when I wrap my fingers around it and form a fist. I kiss the tip of his cock, running my tongue over it to lick up the clear drop of pre-come that has formed. He tastes thick and salty. Musky. Sexual.

  Zeke groans and puts his hand on my head. He doesn’t push my head down; he’s just resting his hand on me. But we both know what he wants.

  I loosen my hold on him and play with his shaft, kissing and licking the sides, deliberately leaving the head alone. Zeke’s hand on my head forms a fist, grabbing my hair.

  I love knowing that I’m the one who has gotten him into this state of arousal. I love that his eyes have fogged up with lust, and it's all for me. I’m the one he needs. And I’m going to give him exactly what he wants.

  I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock and take it into my mouth. I take more of him, pushing my lips down his shaft. I keep going, taking him deeper inch by inch, until he slips past the back of my mouth and stretches my throat.

  “Fuck,” Zeke says as a light shudder runs through Zeke's body. I slide up and down his shaft, his cock slipping in and out of my throat.

  I stop to glance up at him, and he's wearing the sexiest expression I’ve ever seen on anyone. His eyebrows are pulled together and his mouth hangs open.

  “Get those lips back on my cock,” he orders.

  Smiling, I look up at him. “Someone's impatient.”

  “I’m going to get worse if you don't put that mouth back where it belongs.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. This could be fun. “What are you gonna do to me?”

  Zeke’s darkened eyes flash with surprise, then a grin appears on his face. “Is that how you wanna play it?”

  “I don't know what you're talking about,” I say with a small smile.

  The handful of times we slept together, I was shy and inexperienced. But now I know what I’m doing, and I can't wait to share this side of me with Zeke.

  “Then I’ll show you,” he says darkly as his lips form a lopsided smile.

  Zeke grabs my hair, just as I thought he would. But instead of pushing my head down on his cock, he pushes me backward until I’m lying flat on the bed. And instead of climbing up on top of me, he stands at the foot of the bed, his gaze roaming all over my naked body.

  I start to get up on my elbows, but I stop when Zeke voices his disapproval. “Stay,” he says.

  Keeping my eyes on him, I sit up anyway, challenging him on purpose.

  The flame in his eyes is unmistakable; we both know what's about to happen now.

  Zeke puts his strong hands on my shoulders and pushes me down as he climbs on the bed, his knees forcing my legs apart. I put my palms against his chest and playfully push him away. Just as I want him to, he grabs both my wrists and pins them down over my head with one hand.

  “I wanted to taste you again,” Zeke says, “but since I can't get you to stay still, we'll just have to settle for something else.”

  With the hungry, impatient glint in his eyes, Zeke looks like a predator that has caught his prey. Slowly, deliberately, as if to show me he’s in complete control, Zeke drags his hand up my inner thigh.

  “You’ve been bad,” he says as his palm lands on my pussy with a light smack.

  Heat and pain sting my flesh. I cry out, but the shudder of my shoulders and the wetness leaking out of me plainly show that it excites me as well.

  “You like that?” Zeke asks.

  I nod softly, although the tone of his question tells me he already knows the answer.

  “I can tell by how wet you are.” His fingers glide between my wet folds, then he raises them up to his mouth, my clear juices coating the tips. The sight makes me feel self-conscious, but Zeke licks up my arousal and says, “You taste like honey.”

  Zeke’s fingers lightly caresses my pussy lips. The remaining heat from the pain makes it extra sensitive. I have to admit, this feels amazing. Soon enough, I’m arching my back, pushing myself against his hand.

  He presses one finger into my opening. My whole body involuntarily tenses from the invasion, but I try to relax and let him in. Zeke watches me closely as he fucks me with his finger, flaunting how much control he has over me. Then he does some kind of a flick with his finger that hits my sweet spot, and I ache for him.

  “I bet you’ll taste even better when you come,” Zeke says as his thumb rubs my clit and another digit enters me. My body tightens as my arousal builds up, roaring to the surface. Staring at me like he owns me, Zeke says, in a voice that sounds more like a command, “Come for me. Come on my fingers.”


  My muscles tense up as he thrusts his fingers inside me, while his thumb continues to rub my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut. My back arches.

  It’s so close. I can almost feel it.

  Then Zeke leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth. His lips and his tongue feel great. But it really gets good when he bites down with his teeth. The pain and pleasure shoot from my nipple and straight to my pussy, pushing me over the edge.

  Like he told me to, I come on his fingers, creaming all over him. My muscles grab onto his fingers.My whole body quivers. Still, Zeke’s fingers don’t stop. He keeps going until I’m so tired my body goes limp.

  And just like he said, Zeke pulls his fingers out of my pussy, only to stick them into his mouth. “You taste sweet after you come.”

  I can only lie quietly, catching my breath from the intense orgasm I just had. And from the look that Zeke is giving me, we’re not done yet.

  “You know what’s gonna happen now, don’t you?” Zeke asks. He sees me nodding and smirks. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cock will be the only thing you crave. Nothing else will satisfy you.”

  All the energy has been drained out of my body from the orgasm I’ve just had, but then I feel the head of Zeke’s cock at my opening, and I know I need him inside me.

  Zeke pushes into me, his big, thick cock stretching the walls of my pussy. My lips part, and a breathy moan escapes.

  Zeke watches me intensely as he spears into me, burying himself up to the hilt. He fills me up until it feels like I’m about to burst, but I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer regardless.

  I don’t know if I can take any more, but I want everything he’s got. I want to close all the space left between us. I want all of him.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight. And you’re so wet for me.” Zeke groans, a sound that gets under my skin and sets my senses aflame.

  “You feel so good inside me,” I moan. I roll my hips, which changes the angle of penetration and makes him hit the right spot with every thrust. My body starts to thrum with pleasure. My muscles squeeze Zeke’s cock inside me, massaging it.

  “Fuck, Ali,” Zeke curses as he picks up his speed. He starts to slam into me fast and hard. “I’m close.”

  I am, too. But am I really about to come again, so soon after I just had a big one?

  It doesn’t seem likely, considering how I’m usually lucky to have one orgasm. But I recognize the signs. My pussy clenches around Zeke’s cock, while my clit is practically throbbing. I’m so close. I can feel myself reaching the precipice.

  Zeke grunts as he thrusts inside, pulling on my hair. I catch a glimpse of his face, scrunched up in ecstasy, before I throw my head back. I grab the sheets with all my fingers as my body starts to convulse in climax.

  Zeke’s cock grows a little harder, a little thicker, as he fucks me with abandon. With one last hard pump into me, he unleashes, coming deep inside my pussy. He grinds against me, making sure I’m taking every last drop. “You’re mine,” he growls as he comes.

  This feels so primal, like he’s marking me as his own, like he’s trying to erase any history between the first few times we fucked and now.

  And I think it’s working.

  Ali

  “You think we made a baby?” Zeke asks with a contented smile before he collapses on top of me, his body hot and wet with sweat.

  “Maybe,” I say.

  “You’re not sure, huh? Better try again tonight to make sure.”

  I giggle. If sex is always going to be like this, I’m up for it any time.

  Zeke pulls out of me and rolls off me. He lies on his side as he catches his breath, looking at me with tenderness in his eyes.

  I’ve seen that look before—a long time ago. I didn’t think I’d ever see it again, but there it is.

  “You’re as beautiful as I remember,” Zeke says as he strokes my hair. Just like it was all those years ago, Zeke seems sincere.

  But things are not always as they appear. Maybe he acts like this with every woman he’s been with. Zeke has always had a reputation, even back when he was younger and still working for my father.

  “Did you really care about me, Zeke?” I ask.

  “Of course I did. I still do,” he answers quickly, with no hesitation.

  “Please don’t lie to me. You can be honest. You don’t have to say anything just because you think that’s what I want to hear.”

  “I’m being honest, I swear. I’m sorry I never told you about Joanne, Ali,” he says, out of nowhere. “I’d been hiding her existence for so long that it felt strange to suddenly start talking about her.”

  I appreciate his honesty, but there are other things I want to know, things I’ve been wondering about for the past seven years.

  “Zeke, this is going to sound like a weird question. But remember when you said you were going to move to New Haven to be with me?” I ask, my heart picking up its speed again.

  Zeke said a lot of things, many of which he never made good on. This whole time, I’ve been assuming that he didn’t mean them.

  But if he still cares about me after all these years, then… Then maybe there’s a chance that he meant them after all. Maybe he was just too dumb to know what to do…?

  We were just kids. He was only twenty-one, and I had just turned eighteen. We were young and stupid—both of us. Looking back, I could’ve been more frank with him, too.

  “I remember,” Zeke says. “I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

  “Was that just a line? Did you make promises to every girl you saw?”

  If this was seven years ago, I wouldn’t want to ask the question, afraid of what he’d say.

  But things are different now. I’m different. I’m a big girl now. I can take whatever he answers.

  “No,” he says. “You were the only one. Even now. Yes, I’ve seen other people, as I’m sure you have, too. But you’re the one who’s always on my mind. I can’t get you out of there. I’ve tried.”

  “Then… Why?”

  Zeke frowns in confusion. “Why what?”

  “Why… Well, a lot of things. Why were you so unavailable? How come you never picked up my calls? What happened to your plan to come to New Haven to be with me? Why did everything change, as soon as I moved away?”

  “I… I didn’t think it was… I didn’t think I had a real chance to be with you, Ali.”

  “What does that even mean?” I ask, getting worked up even though I’m aware it’s dumb to get angry over something that happened seven years ago. “I was with you, wasn’t I? You were the one who pushed me away.”

  “Yeah, but… I was never… We were so young, Ali. And we were so different. I didn’t think it was going to work out.”

  “And you decided that without even talking about it with me.”

  “Like I said, I didn’t want to look weak in front of you,” Zeke says with a sad smile. “Everybody was telling me to stay away from you, Ali. The other guards, they told me your dad would kill me if he knew what I was doing with you. And they were right. You know he wouldn’t have been happy.”

  “But if you had moved to New Haven, he wouldn’t have even been there. It was just going to be you and me.”

  “I couldn’t go, Ali. I couldn’t leave Joanne.”

  “But you said you would.”

  “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry, Ali.” Zeke seems to be genuinely remorseful. And he appears sincere. But nothing adds up. I’d understand him having to stay by his sister if they only had each other, but he didn’t have to make me empty promises.

  “Why did you say you would, then?”

  “I really thought I could. And then Joanne got sick. Really sick. She started to miss work. She couldn’t earn enough to support herself. I had to help her. I couldn’t justify moving when I knew she needed me. I couldn’t spend money moving to New Haven, when I knew she might lose her home if I didn’t help her with rent.”

  “I had no
idea you were going through something like that,” I say.

  “Like you said, I never told you. And I realize now that was dumb. I just felt like I had nothing. No money, no freedom, no future. I thought I had nothing to offer you, Ali, and you were going to see that, sooner or later.”

  I want to tell Zeke that he’s wrong, that my life would’ve turned out better with him, even if we were penniless. But I’m not ready for the direction in which that conversation could go.

  So I change the subject.

  “How’s Joanne doing right now?” I ask.

  “She actually recovered for a while. She got back to work. She even got married and had a baby.” Zeke pauses. His eyes take on a faraway look. “And then, her husband died and she stopped taking care of herself. She fell ill. When they checked her up at the hospital, they found some cancer cells that had started to grow back.”

  “Oh, no.”

  “Yeah.” Zeke takes a deep breath. “It sucks. But she tells me she feels like she’s been given seven extra years to live. It’s annoying how optimistic she is sometimes.”

  “She sounds like a great person,” I say.

  “She is.”

  “Could I see her?”

  Zeke hesitates, pausing for a moment, before he finally says, “Yeah, sure.” Then he adds, “Just don’t say anything about our little agreement.”

  Zeke

  Hospitals always smell so fucking depressing. The cold, fluorescent lighting doesn’t help either. Or the beige linoleum flooring.

  You know what? Everything about hospitals suck.

  And I’m not just talking about aesthetics either. There’s no part of a hospital that’s happy—not even the babies area, whatever that’s called, because babies get sick and die, too.

  Every single room in this building has witnessed human grief and suffering. I’m willing to put money on it.

  I hate that Joanne has to live here and surround herself with all these fucking depressing vibes. But there’s no other choice.

  Just like every other person here, she didn’t choose this. Nobody steps foot into a hospital by choice.