Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  "Fuck, you are so tight," he murmurs breathily, continuing his charge. With each thrust, I feel waves of pleasure grab a hold of me. My legs lift up and wrap around his back pushing him deeper into me. He grunts, falling forward, so his chest is on top of mine. "Holy, fuck," he whispers, burying his face into my neck. His thrusts grow harder, I can feel his balls against my ass as he pounds into me. His pelvic bone rubs against my clit, rubbing it back and forth. I bite my lip, trying to hold back a scream. Holy crap, this feels too good. I gasp, as his cock pulls out of me. He flips under me, pulling me on top, so I slide right down his glorious shaft. His hands grab my hips and ass as he bounces me up and down. My head tilts back as my body becomes one giant feeling of ecstasy. I am not sure where his cock begins and my pussy starts. We feel connected as his shaft drives into me. His hands find my breasts and he holds them. I fall forward into his chest. My ass rises and falls onto his cock. I close my eyes.

  "I'm going t-"

  My pussy takes over and fills me with intense contractions around his cock. I shudder and moan as the great feeling washes through me. James holds me down onto his chest. He pumps his hips driving himself into me. He cums at the same time as well. I can feel his dick throbbing as it spills his semen into me. He grunts as he cums, and then we lay still for a moment. He gently rocks his hips. I whimper as my body still feels pleasure from the movement. He slowly pulls himself out then, careful with the condom. He cleans himself up. I lay there still my head is spinning as the alcohol wears off, but my body feels like it is melting into the bed.

  "How are you doing?" he asks, standing by the bedside. His chest rises and falls as he breaths. My eyes flutter open.

  "I'm fine," I say with a smile. Do I leave now? I'm not too sure about the etiquette of one night stands. I know Jordan usually leaves as soon as she is done, but she also manages to bring them to her house so she can just kick them out. "Can I get you some water?" he asks.

  "That would be great," I say, sitting up. I notice my necklace is all tangled around my neck. I unclasp it as he disappears into the dark hallway. I hear his footsteps. I pull the bed sheet over my naked body. I decide then that I will leave as soon as he returns with the water. So it won't seem rude that I am trying to rush anything. Or - maybe he will be up for round two. I would really like that. I reach down and pull out my phone from my jeans' pocket. Jordan has tried calling me about fifty times. I text her and tell her I'm with a guy. She responds back with a winky face and about a hundred questions demanding details about James.

  The bedroom door opens and James returns with a tall glass of water and gives it to me. I can see his chiseled figure in the dim light coming in from the hall. He sits at the foot of the bed. I guzzle the water I am so thirsty. I forgot how much of a toll drinking can be on your body. He looks at me.

  "That was fun," he says with a kind smile. "You are pretty incredible."

  "Thanks...so are you," I nod, this is my cue to leave then I suppose. I awkwardly push the blankets back. I don't know if I feel comfortable with him just being able to look at my naked body. My hands reach for my bra.

  "What are you doing?" he asks.

  "Uh - getting ready to go..." I say slowly. The alcohol is still in my brain, and I have to think hard to sound sober. He rests his hand on my forearms and jerks me forward on top of him. I fall on him, so our naked sticky bodies are back on top of one another. He feels so nice.

  "Don't go - not yet," he murmurs his hands slide down my back and over my ass. I feel my center heating up again - fast. He kisses my neck, taking his time and being gentle. Each touch of his lips tickles and sends shivers down my spine.

  "What time is it?" I ask breathily. There was no way in hell I could ever walk away from this. I can feel his cock twitching as it grows under me. It’s hard enough for my pussy to grind against. My clit rubs back and forth on his tip giving me a lot of pleasure from the motion.

  "Who cares?" he says again. "I just know that I want to fuck you again." I smile. I know he can't see it, but everything he says makes my skin feel like it’s turning to liquid. This is what it must feel like to be with someone actually good in bed; his hands creep around and find my pussy. They slide into the wet hole and move gently running, rubbing against my G-spot. I tighten and my hips press onto him, moving my clit furiously against his boner. I don't understand how a one night stand can feel so good. Is it because there are no strings attached, and it is only about feeling good. No - this is different. I gasp as his mouth finds my breast, and his tongue licks at my nipple.

  "I want to taste," he says from under me. "Sit on my face."

  I don't even have enough time to process his command. His hands land on my thighs and he pulls me up onto his mouth. My stomach clenches as his tongue slurps between my inner lips and dives deep into me.

  "Oh, my god," I say. My hips start to rock over his face. His hands hold onto my ass. The warm damp heat of his mouth sends me into a flurry of sensations. A tingling builds deep inside of me and it oozes out to my toes. Micah never made it feel this good, so electric and full of lust. I want more.

  Then suddenly, I want to disappear and die in a grave. The door swings open fast. Light floods the room and exposes my backside. My stomach hits the floor as I dive off my seat on James' face to the ground on the side of the bed. I scramble for any clothes I can find on the floor. A pair of old sweats and a dirty t-shirt is what I manage to throw onto my body in a mad scramble. James sits up in a panic.

  "What the fuck!" he shouts.

  "No! No! You don't get to what the fuck me, you fucking stupid son of a bitch!" a female voice screams, high pitched and painful. A clock flies past James' head and almost hits me. I duck. My drunk brain is running a thousand miles a minute. Run the sober parts screams, but it seems like my ass has been super glued to the floor or something because I don't dare move. The young woman bursts in, more things are fly to James, a few manage to hit him.

  "Maggie!" he shouts, a few times!

  But the woman is just screaming and crying. I understand. I'm not mad and I don't blame her.

  "Who the fuck is she? Where is she?" Maggie marches over to where I sit crouched in her boyfriend's clothes. James looks at me then at her. His mouth is still wet. It is not a good look at the moment.

  "She is no one, Maggie! Leave her out of this!"

  My legs finally decide to work. I manage to teeter up, avoiding the deadly stare of Maggie, and also the look of James.

  "So she is just some fucking little whore then?" Maggie screams.

  I keep my head low and look out of the room, down the hall. Two of his roommates are in the living room. They stare at me while I struggle to open the door. Finally, it opens and I stand in the cold night with nothing but strangers clothes on. I forgot my phone. And what little amount of pride I have left is keeping me from turning back and knocking on the door. I have a feeling that I wouldn't be able to get my stuff back for a while. I stand dumbfounded and still drunk on the sidewalk. I do what any rational college person would do. I throw up and then start to cry. It is so late, there is no one awake right now to help me or let me borrow their phone. I take a look around and see a green street sign hanging slightly behind a tree. I walk over to it. I'm only a 30-minute walk from home. It won't be fun, but I can make it. But another realization sinks in. Micah lives right down the street. I chew on my lip and head toward my ex's house. I suppose I know now how much pride I do have left, and it is not much.

  I knock on the tall wooden door. The one I used to have the key to where I just walk in and be greeted with a kiss and usually food. A place where I could land on the couch and snuggle up to watch movies all night. But the door opens slowly. A familiar face stares back at me.

  "Sam? What the hell are you doing on my doorstep at 4 am," he stops and really takes it all in - "in, dudes' clothing." My haggard appearance tells him enough. He clenches his jaw and his eyes narrow. "What the fuck do you want?" I almost tell him the story about James and his girlfriend,
and how I went out to the bar to forget about them. But I am in enough control not to let that slide out.

  "Can - I just uh - borrow your phone to call a cab...and some cash?" I ask. He stares at me.

  "How much have you had to drink?" No, he is acting like a father who is severely disappointed in his daughter.

  "I'm fine. Just, I don't have my phone or wallet."

  He wants to ask me more. I can tell by the way he is staring at me. But he fights the urge to ask. He knows it's for the best.

  "Here, he says. He reaches into his pocket and calls the cab. "It'll be here in 5 minutes."

  "Thanks," I say softly. I feel like a disgusting pathetic creature. I fold my arms and my teeth begin to chatter. Micah reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. He throws it at my face.

  "I'm going to guess the guy didn't pay your services." And with that, he shuts the door in my face.

  I wake up the next morning in my bed, still wearing his clothes. My head thuds violently.

  "Sam," Jordan says softly leaning over the bed. Her hands rest on my shoulders. My brain takes a few minutes to turn on, but it feels like absolute shit.

  "How are you doing?" Carly asks. I slowly sit up on the bed. Carly is holding an ice pack to her head. Jordan stares at me.

  "What are you wearing?" she asks.

  I close my eyes. It all just seems like such a blur. I can hardly remember anything. "It's a stupid long story," I sigh falling back into the bed. The shirt smells like the dude and it makes me want to throw up. It was obviously not a good night.

  "Well, we got time." She is poking and won't stop until she gets something out of me. I throw my hand over my eyes to try and prevent any more pain from the morning sun.

  "I met a guy -" I begin.

  "Who?!" Carly interjects. I feel her body land on the end of the bed. My brain racks for information.

  "I honestly can't remember. What time is it?"

  "Its four pm," Carly says nonchalantly. This jolts me awake. I sit up and stare at them.

  "Are you serious?"

  They nod their heads.

  "What happened?" Jordan asks. "What do you remember."

  "Uh, this guy... I think his name was Jim or something like that. We hit it off. I went back to his house..."

  "Did you fuck? Are those his clothes?"

  "Yes to both things. I can't remember much, but I guess he has a girlfriend and she walked in. I kinda ruined it for her and for myself."

  "Holy fuck. You are a little homewrecker," Jordan laughs shaking me. "What an asshole though."

  I nod. I don't know how I feel about the whole thing.

  "I remember liking him though," I say softly. "He was so nice. I didn't get cheater vibe at all."

  "Oh, honey," Jordan presses her cold hand on my forehead. "Those are the best kind of cheaters. I'm just glad you got some dick."

  I shake my head and laugh.

  "It was a pretty good dick too."

  Jordan high fives me and then pats my head gently.

  "I'm sorry, he was so shit though, but don't worry, there are plenty of cocks floating around waiting for Samantha's pretty little pussy."

  "Yeah, me too...that was a serious ass hole move. I hope I never see him again." I lean back in my bed. I doubt I would even recognize him if we ran into one another. My hand reaches up to pull on my necklace, a nervous habit I developed years ago. It's gone. My rose necklace is gone!

  "What's wrong?" Carly asks.

  "My necklace - the one my mom gave me...Fuck - it must have come off last night. Not only do I not have my phone, but I lost my necklace." I cover my face with my blanket and let out a muffled scream. Jordan pats my leg.

  "Oh, honey...it's okay..."

  "Maybe, he can give it to his girlfriend," Carly laughs. I pop back out of the blanket and glare at them both.

  "That is not funny," I say.

  Jordan stands.

  "Don't worry. We will all laugh about this in a few years," she says.

  "I hope so." And with that I fall back in bed, trying to piece back the night, but it is all a jumble. I'm glad I can't remember much. Less detail for me to feel embarrassed out.

  Chapter 2

  Sam

  "Thanks for meeting me for lunch," my mother says, picking up her mimosa. Some of the orange juice and champagne sprinkle onto the white tablecloth.

  "Yeah. I'm glad I am able to grab some time with you, mom." She smiles and takes a sip. I stare at mine. It’s the eve of her wedding to her second husband, Stanley Gold. I have only met him once. They have been traveling around for most of their relationship. He owns an international company across Europe and my mom goes with him everywhere. I am happy for her. They met as soon as I graduated college and I got a job out of state as an editor for a fashion catalog. So after five years of dating, they finally are getting married.

  "Stanley is so excited to have you here," she says again placing her hand on my arm. I smile and stare at the mimosa. "And I just want you to know that it might feel strange or weird about having a stepfather but I promise that he is wonderful."

  "Mom, I'm really happy for you two!" I reassure her.

  "I know, but I just know we haven't been as close as we normally are these past few years, and I worry about you. "

  "I'm doing great; you don't have to worry about me."

  She raises her eyebrows and stares at me.

  "Well, and I feel guilty that we never discussed your break up with Micah. I mean, I was so busy with my own thing, I guess it’s been a long time?"

  "Mom!" I slam my hand on the table. I didn't mean to go that extreme, but I am very annoyed. "Micah and I are done forever now. That is the last time we will ever get back together. So, stop stressing about that on your wedding." I lean back in my chair and take a second to compose myself. Micah and I got back together right after college, but the relationship was rough and draining. I finally caught it off.

  "Okay...okay...but you know Stanley's son will be here and he has a lot of friends who will be attending the wedding."

  "Mom," I drag her name out and put my head in my hands. "Enough."

  "I want this to be fun for you."

  "I know," I smile. I need to be nicer. She is just doing what mothers her age do when their twenty-seven-year-old daughter is single and nowhere near signs of commitment. She is also swimming in pre-wedding glory and her belief in romance is renewed. "I don't need a guy to have fun. I will have an amazing time here as long as you do. This is your day, not mine. I am the last thing you should worry about."

  "I love you, Sammy, but I am your mother. I only worry about you," she sighs, clasping my hands hard in hers. I squeeze her hand back.

  "I love you too, mom."

  We make our way out of the small restaurant and head toward the resort the wedding will be held at tomorrow. It's a small venue in the north, by a clear lake and forest, providing a very romantic and natural feeling. Tonight, we will have the rehearsal wedding and dinner. This is nothing too big. Their second time around, both my mom and Stanley wanted to have something small and intimate. So here we are. It is a quick walk back to the resort hotel, but when we walk in I see nothing but swarms of distant family members.

  "How many did you guys invite?"

  She looks at me and shrugs.

  "Maybe too many? But now it will be more like a party."

  "Let's meet back down here at six, alright?" she asks me. I nod. She knows I want to avoid conversation with most of these people. I make my way up the grand winding stairs in the new cabin themed resort and into my room. I pull out the dress I packed to wear tonight and set it on the bed. My eyes stare at it for a long time. Perhaps it is too formal. But then I remember my mom talking about Stanley and his wealthy business. I think back to everything we talked about over lunch, and how lonely I am. She shouldn't worry about that stuff. Suddenly, a feeling to have Jordan with me creeps up out of my stomach. We hardly kept in touch over the last few years since our lives were
so busy, but she would know what to wear and how to flirt with my new step brother's friends. That's right, my stepbrother. I find it hilarious I don't even know his name. I walk over to the shower and turn the water on. I wonder what he is like and if he likes my mother. I'm sure he does; she is wonderful. Does he have handsome friends?