Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  Chapter 13

  Hazel

  The two of us run up to my apartment where we undress the second we cross the threshold. We don’t even make it to my room before we’re in nothing but our underwear. I lead him to my room where I sit down on my bed and do my best to fix myself into what I imagine is a sexy pose.

  When I turn to Liam, I see that his bulge is much bigger than it was before. He is hiding something very powerful inside those black boxer briefs, and my heart is pumping uncontrollably at the mere realization that Liam’s cock might be even bigger in person than I imagined it to be in my masturbation fantasy from the night before.

  Instead of joining me on the bed, he stands next to me with his cock right at eye-level. He doesn’t have to say a thing; the look in his stunning green eyes tells me exactly what he wants. I slowly pull his boxer briefs down revealing the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Twice the size of Scott’s. It’s comparable to that of a porn star’s. The sheer power his hard tool gave off was enough to get me to start drooling, something I’ve never done at the sight of a penis.

  “Don’t let that drool go to waste, Hazel,” he whispers to me.

  I use my wet mouth to fully lubricate his cock. I wrap my lips around the head of his penis and trace the diameter of it with my tongue. I move my face closer and closer to him, taking his manliness further into my mouth.

  Inch by inch, he inserts his cock deeper into my throat until all I can see is his happy trail and belly button. Only a few second pass before I started choking on his thickness and have even more tears streaming down my cheeks, ruining my makeup. Liam slides himself out of my mouth, leaving a long string of spit dangling off my face.

  With his cock now lubricated and my pussy ready to be stretched out by Liam, I slide out of my underwear. He removes a condom from his rear pants pocket and quickly wraps his penis with it. He turns me around just as he had in my fantasy and using loving force, pushes my face down on my bed while he prepares me for some deliciously painful fucking.

  “I love how I can see your delicious curves, and your pussy and ass from this angle,” Liam says.

  “Fuck me, Liam, please,” is all I can manage to say in response, because I want him so bad.

  With almost no effort, the head of his cock slides into me. The intensity of pleasure that courses through my body cannot compare to any masturbation session I’ve ever had. And it’s only the head of his cock inside of me so far.

  I grip my bedsheets as he enters me more deeply. My vaginal walls stretch even further, making more space for Liam to immediately fill until he’s completely inside me. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has felt as ecstatic as this first thrust inside me. I feel a sense of power in being able to fit his entire member in my pussy, and this sense of power is only amplified when he thrusts more and twitches his dick inside me.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” Liam tells me. “And I love it when you’re my bad girl.”

  He sends a fiery slap across my ass and the second his hand connects with my skin, I know I’ll have a red handprint in a matter of seconds. I’m once again amazed by Liam’s ability to make moments last forever. He can’t have given me more than five full re-entries but I feel as though I’m on the verge of sexual nirvana.

  He pulls on my hair as he speeds up. The sound of his crotch slapping against my ass gets louder the faster he goes. It was clear that he was close to reaching an orgasm, and for the first time in my sexual history, I’m not far behind.

  His moaning turns more animalistic. I feel the thickness of his cock fluctuate inside me. This sensation sends me over the edge. I let out a loud scream as my pussy tightens around his penis and every single inch of my body is trembling.

  Even as I tighten around him, Liam continues pounding into me, sending erotic waves from my midsection to my fingertips. I scream in pleasure as I cum, louder than before as my climax reaches an end and Liam fills the condom with his own cum.

  The two of us collapse on the bed. Almost seconds after, music blasts from the living room. This sudden noise snaps me and Liam out of our post-coital bliss.

  “Shit, my roommate. I’m so sorry,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

  “Right. You have a roommate,” Liam replies, equally exhausted.

  Liam slowly gets off my bed and starts dressing. He shyly asks me if I’d want to go and spend the night as his place, to spend more time together, and hopefully have more sex. Clearly, I take him up on this offer.

  We slink out without exchanging many words with my inconsiderate roommate and start our journey to Liam’s residence.

  “We are engaged, so it only make sense that you come see where your fiancé lives,” Liam jokes.

  I have a hard time staying awake after that sexual workout, but Liam shakes me from my sleepy state when he declares we’ve arrived. The apartment building he lives in doesn’t look like much from the outside but the apartment itself is far from what I was expecting. Spacious, well decorated, and with a stellar view of Central Park.

  “What do you think of my home sweet home?” he asks.

  It’s impossible to come up with a joking answer. I truthfully tell him that it’s the most amazing apartment I’ve ever been in, even compared to what I could make out of Brittany’s.

  I walk closer to him and squeeze his hand lovingly. I can’t believe I’m fake engaged to someone not only rich, but handsome, friendly, hilarious, and loving. I’m one lucky girl, for sure.

  Chapter 14

  Liam

  My favorite part of waking up is always trying to remember what I was dreaming about just seconds ago. This morning is different, though.

  My favorite part of waking up today is turning over to see that I’m sharing my bed with the woman of my dreams. I let her sleep a bit longer, but she must have somehow felt me staring at her from her sleep, because she wakes up only a few minutes after I woke from my slumber.

  Hazel looks up at me and scoots closer. I hold her tightly and kiss her all over her neck and face until she’s laughing hysterically. She closes her eyes and slowly goes back to sleep. As I lay there with her warmth against my body, I try thinking of the last time I felt this way. The only answer I can come up with is a big, fat, fucking never.

  Hazel is unlike any girl I’ve ever met in New York or Ireland. Back in Ireland, I had a sneaking suspicion that the only women who seemed to be interested in me were actually only interested in my inheritance.

  While I’m not going to act as though I haven’t used my family’s wealth as a means of getting a woman’s attention, it still hurts when you’re actually emotionally invested in a relationship with someone only to find out that the only reason they’re with you is so you can take them on shopping sprees and things of the like.

  Because of those past bad experiences, I promised myself when I came to the States that I would stick to one night stands and nothing else. A broken fucking heart is the last thing I need, but with Hazel I can’t help but feel that we should be together. Really together, not fake-engaged together.

  Hazel wakes up again, as if knowing that she’s on my mind and I’m dying to be with her more. She inhales deeply as she stretches her way out of my arms and into an upright position.

  “Good morning, Liam,” she grumbles sleepily.

  I grab her hand and kiss it softly. She chuckles in that adorable way she has, and then gets out of bed.

  “You don’t want to stay in bed just a bit longer?” I ask her

  She smiles as she stretches once more. “I should go home and shower. All that sex left me a bit ripe.”

  “You could shower here,” I offer. “My shower is…”

  Instead of explaining how great my bathroom is, I grab her by the hand and walk her over. She is rightfully taken aback by the vastness of the bathroom and the shower space. It’s big enough to comfortably fit at least five people.

  Even if it’s just a quick shower, I want her to spend a few more minutes here. I don’t work today and if she leaves, I
know I’m just going to be left obsessing over her until whenever I see her next. I don’t know what the hell she’s done to me, but she’s really done me in good.

  “Okay, I think I could stay a bit longer for a shower,” she says sheepishly.

  I keep my cool demeanor on the outside but in my head, I’m victory dancing like an idiot just because I’m so thankful to have her stay a little bit longer. I don’t have a lot of experience feeling this way towards someone who is more or less a stranger, considering I’ve only known her for three days. It’s ridiculous to think I’ve fallen so hard for someone in such a short amount of time, but everything about being with her feels right.

  Hazel sloppily undresses and steps into the shower. She has a hard time figuring out which knobs do what exactly, and I don’t blame her, as it’s needlessly complicated. Once I too am naked, I join her and turn the shower on.

  Water bounces off her skin so beautifully, I have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that this is reality. Hazel is naked in my shower. This kind, sweet, funny, drop dead gorgeous woman is spending time with me and revealing herself in the most intimate ways imaginable.

  She leans on me and pulls me in close so we can both be underneath the water raining down on us. Hazel reminisces about the passionate night of lovemaking we had last night and after mentioning it, starts rubbing my cock with her hand.

  It doesn’t take long for my cock to go from half flaccid to coursing with hot red blood. She moans sleepily and quietly asks me to fuck her. There’s not a thing on this Earth that could keep me from fulfilling her request.

  Before penetrating her outright, I reach down and hold her full ass cheeks. She moans from the comfort and pleasure of this action, and moans louder when I reach a bit farther down and press my middle finger on her pussy.

  “I love when you beg me to fuck you, so I can hold onto your curvy ass cheeks,” I tell her.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asks me. “Take me.”

  Something in me wanted to test her oral abilities once more after she blew me away, no pun intended, the night before by taking my entire cock in her mouth. Nobody I’ve ever been with before has managed to do that, and Hazel certainly doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d be gifted with this ability.

  But she asked me to take her. So, I do. First, I have to step out of the shower and grab one of the condoms I keep under the sink. As soon as I put it on, I hop back into the shower.

  Then, I grab her by the ass and carry her a little bit like I did when we shared that passionate kiss at the housewarming party. I carefully place my cock right at the entrance of Hazel’s puzzy and use her natural lubrication to gently insert myself in her. Hazel winces at first, claiming she’s sore from all the fucking we did the night before, but then she begins to moan as my cock continues its journey deeper into her.

  It’s as if our bodies were made for each other. I fit perfectly inside her, and the way she moves her hips as she rides my cock could drive a man insane. In a good way, if I’m not being clear.

  The sex we have is definitely a main contributor to my wanting to spend more time with her, but it’s also not the only reason. The way she makes my cock twitch still can’t compare to how she makes my heart skip beats.

  I don’t know how to describe the feeling, but the intensity of the sex we have is also, for lack of a better word, relaxing. I hang my head back, releasing a passionate moan that echoes throughout my cavernous bathroom.

  My moan turns Hazel on so much that she fully wakes up and starts doing more of the work, grinding faster and faster. She digs her nails deep into my back and constricts my body with her legs as she orgasms for the fifth time in the last twenty-four hours.

  Hearing her voice quiver is the final blow to my cock that sends cum shooting through it. I pull out before I blow my load because I want to put it on Hazel and claim her as my own. As soon as I rip off the condom, my cum starts shooting out, and it lands all over Hazel’s stomach and thighs.

  “Good thing we’re in the shower, right?” she asks, as she reaches down and scoops up some of my cum. Then, she puts it in her mouth and slurps it up. “Because I’m a very dirty girl, when it comes to you.”

  God, I love this woman. Yes, that’s right. I’ve only known her for three days but I fucking love her and I want to be with her forever.

  Chapter 15

  Hazel

  “Do you work today, Hazel?”

  It’s Saturday. I never work on Saturdays. But for some reason I hesitate telling Liam this. It’s clear that Liam is falling for me, and I can’t say that I don’t feel the same way. There’s just something keeping me from taking the final leap into whatever this relationship is.

  My first guess would be that I’m scared of being cheated on because of the way things ended with Scott, but then again, I’m no therapist. Liam has been nothing but good to me so far, though, and I love being around him. I love how free I feel to just be myself—with all my good, bad, and very dirty parts included in that whole package.

  I know I’m being irrational by hanging back just to protect myself, when he’s given me no reason to think he’d do anything to hurt me and has only been good to me— and mind-blowingly good to me in bed. So, I do tell him that I’m available for whatever plan he’s brewing.

  “I thought we could get some coffee and walk through Central Park. Get to know each other a bit better. If you want, of course. I understand if you’ve seen enough of my ol’ mug for the week,” he tells me.

  I really appreciate how much he takes my feelings into consideration, suggesting I could even grow bored of his sculpted face— which would be impossible.

  “I could go for a morning coffee.”

  We walk through Central Park in silence for the most part, until Liam blindsides me with a question I had sort of already given him the answer to the night before. He takes a sip of his hot coffee before asking me, “Have you given serious thought to quitting that job you hate and working on your art full time?”

  “Full-time artists are starving artists, and I, for one, am not a fan of starving,” I tell him.

  “No, of course, I understand that. But I think it’s important to understand that nobody gets rich or feels truly happy by not following their dreams.”

  This isn’t news to me. I’ve told this to myself many times, but the last thing I want to do is risk having my roommate kick me out because I don’t have any regular income to help pay for the apartment, even if it means I could spend my days until then working on paintings, which is what I want to do the most. Law isn’t my passion, art is. But art doesn’t pay unless you’re super lucky or cater to a very general audience— such as the rich moms I’ve been selling to on Etsy, and even that isn’t exactly lucrative.

  Since I first picked up a pencil, I’ve been made fun of for pursuing a career in art, with everyone claiming I wouldn’t make any money doing that. And to my dismay, I’ve yet to disprove anybody who ever told me that. Sure, I’ve been making money selling “art” online, but I’d hardly consider it true art.

  Liam doesn’t see things the same way I do, though. He traveled to another country to make his dreams come true. Sure, he has his parents’ money as a safety net, but regardless, he could have just lived out his life in luxury, but instead came to make his fantasy a reality. I wish I could be bolder and braver, like he is.

  Law is what pays the bills for me, but Liam isn’t wrong when he says pursuing what you’re passionate about is what will make you happy. Since Liam makes me happy, I want to give serious thought to his idea about pursuing art— but, I can’t do it right now because I don’t see a way to follow through, so, I decide to change the subject.

  “Enough of conversations full of wishful thinking or depressing things,” I announce. “Can I draw you, Liam?”

  He throws his eyebrows up and giddily agrees to it. Though at first he doesn’t take the task too seriously, after giving some instruction to just act natural, he sits down on a be
nch and feeds some pigeons.

  I pull out my sketchbook from my purse and start with the shape of Liam’s body. I draw a very minimal skeletal figure of Liam as a base and focus of the sketch. After six months of filling my sketches with rage and sadness, I’m finally able to relax my wrist and delicately trace my pen along the pages of my sketchbook. In just a matter of minutes, I complete my sketch of Liam and wave him over to come check it out.

  Once more, he throws his eyebrows up, but this time says nothing. He stares intently at the sketch, like a caveman inspecting fire for the first time.

  “This is bloody incredible!”

  I try to accept the compliment coolly, but I can feel my cheeks beginning to blush. More surprising than his appreciation for the drawing in his likeness is just how much he likes it. He’s showering me with compliments but I can tell he’s holding back. He is truly blown away by the sketch.