The Billionaire's Proposal: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance (Mercury Billionaires Book 3)

by Nicole Casey

Looking down at her like this, I felt a sudden sense of warmth. She was fucking beautiful. No, that wasn’t even enough to fully describe it. She was hot but it was more than that. It was like she was the full embodiment of lust. Just looking at her rest on my bed in that short white outfit got me hard.

  If we were going to get married and stay together, I had to get accustomed to seeing her body like this. It was like having the best Christmas gift, wrapped and ready, but I couldn’t open it to play. Oh, but boy did I want to play.

  “Well, I do need to sleep,” I decided. I looked at her one more time before tossing my shoes and socks off. I didn’t even bother changing clothes and instead just threw everything off except for my underwear. I then slid onto the bed, right beside her, and faced the other direction.

  “D-Daxter?” I heard her call out to me.

  “Hm?” I called back. “Noelle?”

  I felt her hands reach out and she tried to pull me to face her way. When I did, I saw her eyes were a little open and she was shivering.

  “I-it’s really c-cold,” she stuttered. “Could y-you turn the air c-conditioning off?”

  For a second I was completely dumbfounded by what she said. When I finally managed to process her words I simply went, “Oh.”

  I then got up, headed back to the living room and turned down the thermostat, which controlled the central air conditioning in my unit. It would still take a few minutes before the temperature would drop so when I got back to bed I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her closely, hoping my body heat would keep her from shivering.

  “T-thank you,” she said as she shut her eyes and tried to rest. She nestled her head closer and rested on my chest. This close I could smell her hair and the perfume on her body. It was intoxicating and I loved it.

  “You’re welcome,” I told her as I hugged her closer. I wiggled a little, hoping to get low enough so our faces could be directly aligned with each other. When I got low enough, I took my time to just stare at her face.

  She had lovely almond-shaped eyes and really long eyelashes that curved up. However, it was the shape of her lips that really got me anxious to lean in just a little bit closer. They were just so kissable, with that lip gloss and pink touch to it. I could already picture in my head each moment she puckered her lips or bit down while thinking. It was sexy in so many ways I couldn’t help but wiggle closer and wrap an arm around her.

  “D-Dax…” she whispered as her eyes slowly fluttered open. She stared back at me for a moment and then said, “This is going to become a regular thing, isn’t it? We’re going to be living together now, sharing the same bed every night.”

  I nodded, not to stay silent and let her sleep, but because merely opening my mouth might convince me to move another inch forward and kiss her.

  “Do we have to pretend about everything?” she asked me. She then shut her eyes and said, “This is nice, you know? For once I get to lay down on a nice, big bed with a handsome hunk.”

  I chuckled and for a moment I wondered if she was still drunk or if the haziness in her head was starting to dissipate. Was she screwing around with me?

  “And I get to be in bed with one hot chick,” I said back.

  Noelle opened her eyes and bit down on her lip. God, that sent chills down my spine. She shook her head and gave me a naughty look back, “You say that to every girl you get in bed with.”

  “I bet you call every guy a handsome hunk,” I tried to play her game but her next admission was a true shock to me.

  “Nope,” she told me. “I can’t even do that because to be honest, I’ve never been in bed with a guy before. This here, laying down with you practically naked and embracing me, this is about as close as I ever got.”

  My jaw dropped and I cocked my head as I stared back. “Seriously? You can’t be serious. I mean, with a job like yours…”

  I cut myself short knowing that my words would seem condemning and demeaning. It was a little too late for that though and Noelle was now wide-awake when she heard me utter that sentence. She looked at me with such intensity, but instead of anger, I saw a flicker of playfulness.

  “With a job like mine you’d think I’d have fucked every guy that came around waving cash at my tits?” she asked me.

  Noelle saying it that way did make me realize how offensive it could sound. I did have to admit that was the direction I was going at and nodded back at her.

  “There was one time, way back in high school, when I was making out with a guy and I had his cock in my hand but then a teacher came and walked in on us,” she told me. “You remember Paul Jameson?”

  I remembered that guy, “Yeah, I do. He wanted to be the team’s quarterback but couldn’t keep his grades up to qualify for the team. Wow, you were hooking up with him?”

  “Hey, he was dumb but he was a good kisser,” she told me and she licked her lips and gave me a naughty little wink.

  That got me smiling and I snuggled her in even closer. Now I could feel her body pressing against mine and for a second my cock jerked as it got hard. I know she could feel that because she looked up at me with a gasp. It was even more delightful to feel the tips of her breasts pressing against my chest.

  “How would I know if you’re a good kisser?” I asked her. “I haven’t tried you yet… wife.”

  A warm shock filled my body from head to toe when Noelle suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. They were soft, sweet and smelled like cherries. She pushed in more and I kissed her back, gently wetting her lips further as I devoured her softly and slowly. My hands began to roam across her back and I pulled her in. As I did, I pressed my hips forward against her body, letting her feel the full strength of my erection.

  Then, for a flash of a moment, I opened my eyes and stared back into hers. She was wide-awake and was looking back at me. However, instead of a shy little girl, I realized there was a fire burning in her. When I stared into the darkness of her eyes, I saw a deep well of lust.

  She gave a naughty grin and then kissed me one more time.

  9

  Noelle

  H is lips tasted like fine wine and the touch of his fingertips sent electric shocks up and down my spine. When he pushed his tongue forward and parted my lips, I opened myself willingly and clashed his flesh with my own. I suckled onto his tongue and he nibbled on my lips, making me gasp with tense flights of panic and pleasure.

  My hands went up to feel the solid muscles of his arms and his chest. His body was so perfectly sculpted that I could only moan in anticipation for his every touch. It was like being touched by a god, one who adored and wanted me more than anything else in the world.

  Daxter’s hands found their way to me and not before long I felt the weight of his hand as it scrambled to remove my dress. I wiggled myself free, and as soon as it slipped off, he unclasped my bra and hastily began to toy with my breasts, circling my nipples with the very tip of his fingers. All the while he kept his lips on mine, pushing me forward and down with the pressure of his kiss.

  “You’re so hot,” he whispered when our lips parted. Before I could even respond he plunged his kiss back but now onto my neck. I gasped when I felt his warm, wet lips grace my skin but that gasp turned into a long, playful moan when he inched his way up and began to lick into my ear.

  “Aah,” I muttered out when he nibbled on my ear and squeezed my breast at the same time. I was beginning to lose myself to the moment but my mind snapped back to when I felt his hand begin to creep down between my legs.

  He then whispered into my ear as soon as he slid his hand beneath my panties and found his target, “You kinky little girl; you shaved down there. It’s all so nice and wet too.”

  “I-I have to shave,” I tried to reason but the words were barely more than a whisper and a moan. “I wear almost nothing when I’m stripping for work.”

  “Well, I’m your customer now and I’m paying in the millions,” he told me as he suddenly curled his fingers. The very tips of his two fingers found their
way to the folds of my flesh, warm and moist as they were, and a shock shot through my body, making me squirm and moan even louder.

  Far in the back of my mind, there was an alarm screaming I should stop this. I wasn’t his wife. I wasn’t really going to be even if the legal papers said so. This was all just a game of pretend… and yet my heart was telling me something different. I wanted more.

  “P-please, be gentle,” I asked of him as he began to find a steady rhythm with the way his fingers slid across my pussy’s lips. He never pushed too deep to break my virginity but he would cycle around my clit and occasionally apply pressure, making me gasp and lose my breath in a sudden wave of pleasure.

  “I promise,” he assured me as he took my panties off and then proceeded to remove his underwear.

  Almost instinctively I reached down to grab his cock and my eyes went wide with surprise when I got a grasp of it. I always suspected he had a big shaft between his legs but this… this was monstrous. It throbbed in my hand, pulsating with anger and excitement, and I both dreaded and anticipated its venomous bite when he would finally thrust it through my flesh.

  Before he would lunge in and break my walls, Daxter took the opportunity to descent down and lick the flesh of my exposed womanhood. He pushed me and laid me on my back before he gave the very lips of my pussy a soft, almost sweet kiss. I cooed in pleasure and both my hands found their way to his hair; my fingers combed through the soft strands as he began to dig his face in and devour my pussy.

  “O-oh my God!” I moaned out loud when I felt his tongue lash at my clit and slide between the folds of my flesh. I squirmed, I kicked and I pushed his face in deeper as I wanted him to ravage me and suck on my juices.

  Yet right when I thought I was on the verge of losing my mind and reaching my climax Daxter pulled back. He didn’t let me have my moment just yet, knowing there was still so much more to come.

  “Open your legs,” he instructed. I spread my legs and beckoned for him to come take me. Daxter shifted his body between my legs and in that instant, I felt the sudden blood rush when the very tip of his meat pressed against my pussy.

  I inhaled. I held my breath. I shut my eyes and bit my lips as I waited for the moment of truth.

  Suddenly but slowly he thrust his cock in. It broke through the first few folds of my pussy and I could feel the tip brushing against the veil protecting my virginity. I took another deep breath and in that instant he pushed forward once more, breaking me with a sudden intensity I was not ready for.

  “Oh f-fuck!” I uttered loudly when I felt my inner walls begin to part and spread to make room for the girth of his shaft. He then thrust again and again, each time digging in deeper into my body. I felt like I was going to explode from the rack of pain that jolted through every inch of my being. However, with each passing second, I began to realize I wasn’t screaming but moaning and begging for more.

  My body began to sway in a steady rhythm, moving along with the beat of his thrusts. I could feel my tits bounce and my mouth gaped open as I lost all sense of time and place. I could only moan and drool in ecstasy as I clung to his body and pulled him to dig his way in deeper and faster into me.

  I then felt my own juices begin to drip down my pussy and my legs. I was so wet he could easily slide his massive cock into me but even then my walls were still so tight I could feel my pussy squeezing his shaft with each thrust.

  For the longest time, my mind swirled into an abyss of ecstasy, one where nothing else existed but the wave of pleasure that flowed through every inch of my body and soul. I didn’t even realize that we had shifted positions multiple times throughout the night. He had me on my side, he took me from behind with his hands on my waist and pounding me like a raving animal, he took me with my legs raised and with them shut tight.

  All I knew was that by the end of the night I had exploded and my orgasm drove me over the edge of sanity. I couldn’t tell if I was silent, moaning or outright screaming in utter euphoria but the moment was glorious and I lay there on the bed, with my mouth wide open, when Daxter spilled his hot cum all over my face.

  When he had emptied he gave my face a soft pat and then he pulled me up to rest in the middle of the bed. It was a sweet gesture and even sweeter with the fact he took the time to walk to the bathroom, get a towel and wipe me down.

  Daxter then slid back to bed, wrapped me with his arms and then embraced me closely until we both fell asleep.

  10

  Daxter

  W hen morning came, I found Noelle already awake. She was seated against the bed’s headboard had nothing but the blanket on. In her hand she had a mug of coffee and in the other the remote control for the large television in my room. It was mounted on the wall and when I took a glimpse I saw she was watching some show about Thailand street food.

  “Hmm, good morning you,” I greeted as I shook of my grogginess and got up to sit beside her.

  Noelle turned to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. It tasted so sweet I was tempted to kiss her back again and again until I could have another round with her. I withheld from that thought, however, and simply slid an arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze.

  “We should go to Thailand sometime,” she told me, her eyes focused forward. “Then we can go to Vietnam, the Philippines and maybe Cambodia.”

  Did I go to sleep and wake up with the same woman in my bed? I looked at her and figured she looked the same, she sounded the same and she damn right tasted the same but gone was the nervous and shy girl who wasn’t so sure about this whole fake marriage deal.

  “S-sure,” I said, a little wary of what to say. “Did you just make that cup of coffee?”

  Noelle looked at me and giggled, “Huh? Oh, yeah I used your coffee machine. I was going to make you one too but I didn’t know how you liked your coffee or when you’d wake up. Sorry about that.”

  I shook my head and smiled, “No, really, it’s fine. How are you feeling?”

  She leaned back and rested her head on me. I hugged her close and she said, “I’m feeling really good. I feel so good it’s like I’ve been reborn.”

  “Was I that good last night?” I asked with a naughty tone. I reached up and fondled her tits. She didn’t even try to push my hand away and instead just giggled.

  “I’ll admit that last night was a hundred times better than what I thought sex would be like,” she explained. “I always feared it would be painful and humiliating but you made it into something so much more… poetic.”

  Although I’ve fucked a dozen girls and more I’ve never heard someone tell me that our love-making was that damn good. “I don’t know what I did right. I was just so overcome with lust all I could think about was to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.”

  Noelle giggled at that and reached down to grab my cock. The touch of her small fingers on my meat sent chills up my spine and almost immediately I began to get an erection going. It was amazing to see how my dick could get so big that she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around it.

  “Excited so early,” she told me. “I love it. I love this whole thing we have going.”

  “Would you say you love me too?” I asked her. I was curious about what she had to say about that, knowing that the strength of our relationship would better sell the story we were telling the public.

  Noelle began to slowly, ever so slowly, stroke my cock as she replied, “I can’t say I love you. We were good friends so many years ago but so much has changed. It’s like we’re just getting to know each other again. I can say that I do like you. I’m attracted to you and you made me feel so good last night too. Now that I had to get into a fake marriage I’m glad it’s with you.”

  Honest but also still very sweet. That was the Noelle I knew.

  “That’s all I need to hear to stay happy,” I told her. “I can’t say I love you either. To be fair though I can’t say I ever loved anyone. I was just too busy thinking about fucking one pussy and then chasing the next one.”

  Noelle turned
the volume of the TV down and then looked at me straight in the eye, “Can you handle being a one-woman kind of guy now that you’re forced to marry me? Even though we’re not really together, I don’t want to end up tasting some other girl’s pussy on your lips the next time I kiss you.”

  That made me laugh and I nuzzled my nose against her nape as I said, “I know I can. I need to prove to my family I’m worthy of their money and I want to prove to you that I can be a loyal husband, even though our marriage was contractual to begin with.”

  “If you don’t keep to your word you’ll owe a million dollars,” she reminded me.

  Of course, I didn’t need to be reminded of that fact. If I failed this relationship and if I failed to impress my parents then I would literally lose everything. I’d need to get a regular job or maybe even have to ask Trevor to see if I could work at Mercury Wild. My sister would be disappointed and I’d have to pay this lovely young woman a million bucks.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll make this work out,” I said with all the determination I could muster. “You know, speaking of making all this work, maybe we should turn last night’s business idea into a reality. It’ll show my parents we’re serious about this and we could honest-to-God earn some money from it too.”

  She looked at me with a really big smile on her face. She gave my cock a sudden squeeze and asked, “Oh my God, are you serious? We can really do the whole fashion business thing?”

  “I don’t see why not,” I answered with a shrug. “I have enough resources for it but I don’t know a single thing about running a business. We’ll have to talk to Jasmine Wild for a business consultation so we can get on the right track.”

  Noelle nodded, “That’s right. However, you did mention you know some fashion designers and other people in this kind of industry. Was that true or were you just pulling strings so your mom and dad to believe our story?”

  I shook my head and pointed out, “No, no, I really do know a few. Some of them are big-name brand designers too. I work as a model, remember? I get to meet these people on a regular basis. I’ll call the ones who live here in the city and then email the ones out of state.”