Lucky Daddy: A Billionaire Fake Fiancé Romance

by Eva Luxe

  As I start to come down, I collapse down against the bed. I’m sweating. I’m a mess. And with perfect timing, Chris knows exactly when to lift his tongue off my clit and give me a breather, which I desperately need after what he just did to me.

  I hear Chris stand up and something else happening, but I’m too dazed to even process anything right now. I hear his footsteps though and feel him coming around the bed beside me. My eyes are closed, but as I open them, I completely lose my breath.

  Chris is naked, standing above me with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. And he’s completely hard.

  It can’t be possible, I think as I look up at it. But it is. It’s long, at least as long as my forearm, but not only that – it’s thick. It’s like he’s got a baseball bat between his legs and he’s ready to destroy me with it.

  It looks ready to burst already. I feel my mouth water as I see the veins coursing through it and the drip of shining pre-cum about to spill out the tip. He gives me no time. He steps forward and presents his cock to me. I look up and open my mouth obediently as he slides it in.

  It barely fits. It’s warm and hard against my lips and I can taste the sweet, salty pre-cum as it spills out onto my tongue, causing my mouth to water even more. I swallow, wanting desperately to know what his cum tastes like. I open my jaw as wide as I can to accept as much as he gives me.

  He presses his cock deeper into my mouth, and when I think he’s going to stop, when I can take no more, he keeps pushing. My throat tenses, and I try to back up because I’m going to gag, but Chris’s not having any of that. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my head down, forcing more into my mouth and throat.

  Without thinking, I grasp his thighs with both hands and try to push him away. But Chris pushes back and drives his cock into my throat. No dick has ever been this far down my throat before, and I feel myself ready to gag. But just as I’m about to, Chris releases me and pulls his cock back out.

  I gasp for air. Chris rubs the back of my head and neck with approval.

  “Good girl,” he says, his voice filled with lust. “Fuck yeah, you take that cock real well.”

  Part of me feels like I should be pissed. I mean, he just forced his dick down my throat and almost gagged me. But I don’t feel pissed – I feel proud. That cock is huge, and taking it that far is no easy thing. Instead of being angry, all I want to do is swallow the entire thing.

  Hungrily, I grab the base of his dick and jam it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thick shaft. I swirl my tongue around the head before opening my jaw as wide as it will go. Using my hands, I grab the back of Chris’s thighs and pull, forcing myself down onto his cock.

  But my eagerness isn’t going to matter with what he’s working with. I get almost halfway down before I actually do gag this time. I pull back, coughing and sputtering, spit and pre-cum dripping off my lips.

  “Fuck yeah,” Chris roars. I try again, desperate to swallow his entire length. But I can’t. I cough again, gag and have to pull back. But Chris is obviously loving it. “Don’t worry. You’ll get there.”

  “I’m going to practice,” I say quickly without even thinking.

  “Let’s see how well your pussy takes it,” he says. Before I can react, he has his hands on my hips. Like it’s absolutely nothing, he pulls, twists me around so I’m lying in front of him, my legs spread, my pussy open and ready for him. He grabs my thighs and spreads me open even more. I’m completely his, vulnerable and ready to be taken.

  Bending his knees, he brings the tip of his cock to my pussy. Gently, he pushes forward, spreading me ever so slightly with the thick, swollen head of his cock. But he doesn’t put it in. He teases me, doing circles with his hips, pressing his cock against the opening of my pussy. I can barely take it.

  “You want my cock?” He asks me.

  Fuck, he talks like a pornstar!

  All I can do is nod. My eyes plead with him. It’s what I want. It’s what I need.

  “Tell me then.”

  “I—,” I stammer. “I want you.”

  “Say you want my cock,” he corrects me sternly.

  I’ve never said anything like this. The words make me feel dirty…and I like it. I look up at him and take in his body. It’s a work of art above me. I feel his hands on my hips, holding me tight, and the tip of his cock just teasing my pussy. And then I open my mouth.

  “I want your cock,” I tell him.

  The words are barely out of my mouth when Chris drives his hips forward and shoves his entire cock inside of me. I yelp and try to pull away, but Chris has a hold of me and there’s nothing I can do. It hurts – but so good. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

  “Fuck!” I shout, unable to contain myself. “You’re splitting me open!”

  Chris’s only reply is a grunt of approval and satisfaction. He knows what he’s doing to me, and that turns me on even more. I can’t help but look down at my pussy. His cock is completely inside me and I can’t believe it. I would never have guessed something that big could fit. But Chris knew, and he knew he had to give it to me quickly, before I had a chance to wriggle away. And then he starts to thrust.

  I feel full. I feel like I’m about to tear in half. I feel more vulnerable and dominated than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. There’s literally nothing I can do but lie here and take whatever Chris dishes out. I’m completely fucking overwhelmed, and I’m in Heaven.

  I can smell him. I can feel every inch of him inside me. He’s rock hard – so hard I can’t believe he’s not already cumming. With each thrust of his cock, I feel his balls slap against my ass, and the sensation drives me wild.

  Chris moves his hands from my hips and takes my hands in his. They’re strong and I feel the rough skin and calluses on his palms. He reaches past my hands and grips my wrists, pulls me into him as he thrusts into me.

  He’s fucking the shit out of me!

  I never think things like this – I never talk the way I talk with Chris. He’s bringing something out in me that I never knew was there: a dirty girl.

  I feel my lip curl up as the intensity takes me over. I’m breathing hard, almost grunting as Chris fucks me. My stomach is tense as I prepare myself for every thrust. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is overwhelming. I can feel another orgasm swelling within me and can’t believe it. This is not normal for me. Normally it takes a while to get me off, but I’m already about to cum again!

  A bead of sweat drips from Chris’s face onto my chest and I reach up and squeeze my breasts with both hands. I’m on fire for him. Chris drives his cock into me and growls at me.

  “Look at me,” he tells me.

  I do as he says, and when our eyes meet, it drives me over the edge.

  Chapter 6

  Chris

  I feel Janelle’s pussy clench down on my cock as she cums – hard. And it takes everything in me not to explode and unleash my cum inside her. There’s nothing I want more right now than to fill her with my seed and claim her as mine, but I want to rock her fucking world, and that’s what I’m doing.

  She cums like a goddess. A soft moan escapes her lips each time her pussy clenches down on my dick. Her hips buck and her legs quiver and I stop thrusting and just hold my dick inside her as deep as it will go and watch her beautiful face twist in ecstasy.

  I’m sweating, and so is she. I feel like we’re two animals fucking in the wild, completely overcome by our base instincts and sharing something undeniable. I haven’t had sex like this in a long time.

  As she starts to come down I feel my passion rising up in me again. I want to see what the rest of her is like. As hard as it is to do, I slide my cock out of her pussy and grab her by the hips. Easily, I flip her over onto her stomach and get a good look at her ass.

  It’s so fucking perfect it actually makes me angry. I spank her – hard, and relish the squeal that comes out of her mouth. She twists her head quickly back and looks at me through fiery eyes that just scream “fuck me!”


  But not yet.

  I yank her legs apart and spread her open and stare at both of her holes. She’s so fucking cute. Her pussy is dripping wet and I plunge my face between her legs and lick at it like a dog. I can’t stop myself. Her juices coat my chin and lips and cheeks, driving me crazy.

  “Oh, fuck!” She shouts into the mattress.

  I pull my head back and grab her ass with both hands, feeling how firm and supple it is. And then, I lose all control. I open my mouth and bite her, right on the ass, just enough to hurt. I want to bite her harder. I don’t know why, but I hold back.

  Janelle yelps in pain, but before anything can happen, I drive my cock into her. She screams into the sheets as I start fucking her, both hands on her ass like it’s a saddle and I’m riding her like a cowboy.

  From this angle, her thighs grip my cock as I pull out with each thrust and caress my balls when I get really deep. I lower myself down so my chest is pressed against her back, and I start grinding into her, swiveling my hips against her plump little ass.

  She turns her head and I bring my lips to hers. Her mouth is open and eager and I slip my tongue inside. She starts to suck it, and I use my lips to envelope her mouth. With my right hand, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull hard. She gasps, and I bring my lips to her neck, kissing and licking back up to her ear. I suck her earlobe gently then bring my mouth back to hers and kiss her with more passion than I’ve ever felt.

  My left hand slips beneath her and grabs her breast. It’s firm, but soft. I pinch her nipple gently, causing her to tense up slightly. She loves it. My cock is going in and out of her now with perfect rhythm as she lifts her ass and presses up against me, pulling me into her.

  She’s so fucking wet I can feel her juices all over my balls as I fuck her. Our bodies slap together and I slide my hand down her stomach and find her clit. As my middle finger presses against her, a spasm surges through her body and I know I’m going to get another orgasm out of her.

  That’s what I want. That’s what I need.

  I need to feel her wet pussy clench down on my cock again, and I need to shoot inside her.

  “I want you to cum for me again, Janelle,” I whisper in her ear. Her eyes are closed. She’s overcome by me, and I’m entranced by her.

  She nods and I move my finger faster. Her little clit is hard and swollen and she’s so wet I have a hard time keeping pressure on it. I use my other fingers to gently spread her lips apart. I can feel my cock against my fingers as it slides in and out of her.

  She forces herself to move less so I can work her clit like she needs. My finger goes up and down, flicking it with just enough pressure to do the job. She’s not moaning. She’s holding her breath in anticipation for what’s to come.

  I thrust my hips forward and aim my cock for her G-spot. I must have hit it because Janelle’s mouth falls open and her head tilts back. Her fingers are gripping the bed sheets so tightly her knuckles are white.

  My cock is ready to burst. It’s so hard it almost hurts, and the tip is swollen and hot. I can feel the cum in my balls just ready to unleash inside her and it’s all I can do to hold out. But I want to cum with her.

  “I’m close,” she says. Just hearing the words almost drives me over the edge. But I use everything inside me to push my orgasm down and focus on Janelle.

  “Yeah?” I ask her, wanting to hear it again.

  “I’m so close, Chris!” She shouts. “Cum in me! I want you to cum in me while I cum!”

  Fuck!

  That’s what I want too. Her fucking cunt is so tight around my dick right now I can barely move. She’s gripping me like a fist and I’m ready to blow.

  “Are you on the pill?” I whisper.

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ll get the morning-after pill. I promise.”

  “Promise?” I ask her.

  “Yes! Now fucking cum inside me, Chris! I’m cumming—“

  Her words inflame me and my cock bursts as her pussy cums all over me. A spurt of my seed shoots out of me and my entire body convulses. I groan and gasp as we cum in perfect unison. Her pussy squeezes down as I fill her with my cum. It’s a lot. I can feel it spilling out of her and running down her ass onto the bed. I grab her hair and drive my tongue into her mouth as we both are overcome with pleasure.

  It’s almost too much. My cock almost hurts with each twist as I fill her with my jizz. It’s so fucking hot. This girl is fire. I can feel our bodies slipping and sliding against each other, covered in sweat.

  We groan in unison as we both start to come back to our senses as our orgasms begin to fade. My cock is still hard, and I bury it inside her and leave it there, not wanting to get off her, not wanting to take it out.

  I keep my lips against hers and we lie there panting together for what feels like forever. Gently, I stroke the sweaty hair from her face and brush it behind her ear. When I open my eyes, I can’t believe the gorgeous angel lying in bed in front of me.

  Who would have thought the girl from the diner would be such a beauty?

  “That was fucking amazing,” I tell her. A smile crosses her lips and after a moment she opens her eyes. She looks at me for a long time and I can see her brain working. My cock is still inside her and my heart is racing. I’m sure she can feel it.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  I can hear the tone in her voice. She thinks she’s just another slut that I’m using and abusing and discarding. I shake my head and chuckle.

  “You couldn’t be more wrong,” I tell her. She doesn’t respond. She just lies there, waiting for me to go on. “You’re awesome, Janelle. I want to see you again.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You aren’t just saying that?” She asks. I can hear the concern and skepticism in her voice, and I don’t blame her. Football players aren’t exactly known for wanting to settle down.

  “No,” I tell her, gently stroking her cheek with the back of my index finger. “You’re like – really cool. I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

  The gears are really turning in her head when she hears that one. She’s hesitant, but I know she feels the same way about me. It’s not just the sex. There was a connection there, and we both felt it, and it’s still there now as we look into each other’s eyes.

  I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m absolutely taken by this girl. I’m already picturing doing things with her, envisioning our lives together, a future, waking up to her every morning…

  “I – I feel the same way,” she finally whispers. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her ever so gently. Her body is mine. She is mine.

  “I haven’t felt this way about a girl since—,” I stop myself. I look at Janelle and can’t ignore my feelings, but I can’t go there right now, and she’s not ready to hear it. “Well, since a long time.”

  She knows I was about to say something, but she doesn’t push the matter. She just looks at me, and I look back at her. After a while our eyes close. My hand moves to her lower back, stroking her gently. The sounds of the party don’t reach my wing, and it’s not long before we’re both asleep.

  Chapter 7

  Janelle

  I wake up feeling more alive than I’ve ever felt before. The memories of last night come flooding into my mind like they just happened. I can’t remember ever feeling this happy.

  Without opening my eyes, I can smell Chris. His scent is everywhere. I’m covered in his sweat and I know I’m still filled with his cum, and I’m instantly turned on. It’s been a long time since I woke up next to a man, and I’m a huge fan of morning sex.

  My whole body tingles as I relive the events of last night.

  Who would have thought that a jerk at the diner trying to cop a feel would lead to me meeting the most amazing man I’ve ever met in my life. I don’t know if I’m being crazy, jumping the gun or completely falling for his charms, but I’m already picturing what life would be with him.

  I mean
– he’s a professional football player. He travels around the country during the season and would be gone a lot. Isn’t that how it works? Would he ask me to give up my job at the diner and come along with him? Does that make him my sugar daddy?

  No. He’d be much more than that.

  But we’d have to be around here so I could look after my mom. She’s been battling cancer for a while now. She has her ups and downs, but luckily things have been looking up lately. It’s taken a toll on us and is one of the reasons I’m working so hard. She had to give up her job as a full-time teacher at Brown Elementary and start going in part-time or doing substitute jobs.

  But I don’t know why I’m thinking all of this now. Right now my mind should only be on the gorgeous man lying beside me and what we’re going to do today. I let out a soft moan to let him know I’m awake and open my eyes.

  To an empty bed.

  What?

  Confused, I sit up and look around the room. No sign of Chris.

  Maybe he’s in the bathroom.

  I turn around and look, but the bathroom door is open. I climb out of bed and walk to the door and check inside. Nothing.

  Standing here naked, suddenly I feel vulnerable. My heart starts to race and I quickly reach for my clothes at the foot of the bed and get dressed. I can feel myself starting to freak out.

  Calm down. Calm down, I tell myself. He’s probably just downstairs.

  I open the door to the rest of Chris’s wing and step into the living room. Nothing. Empty. I make my way into the hallway. More nothing. Down the stairs and it seems like the house is empty. There are red Solo cups all over the floor and signs of the rest of the party.

  “Carla!?” I shout as loud as I can. I wait for an answer, but none comes. She must have met a guy and gone home with him. It’s not that rare for Carla to bail on me in the middle of the night, but it’s still annoying. I guess she thought I’d be okay upstairs with Chris.

  The whole place reeks of beer and cigarettes, and that, combined with my anxiety and mood, makes me want to vomit. Quickly, I go to the front door and pull it open to let in some air. Then I see the driveway.