Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Jesus,” I grunt.

  “Fuck me, James,” she pants, lifting her hips into mine.

  “With pleasure.”

  I stick my hard shaft into her sopping wet pussy. This is no slow romancing into lovemaking, but hard passionate fucking. God, it feels so good to be inside of her. My cock grows harder with every thrust into her tight pussy. Her nails dig into my back and she moans loud, gasping as my hips move out. All my senses are alive as I drive inside of her. Balls deep, I delve into her precious body.

  “Uh, uh, oh god,” she whispers over again in my ear, encouraging me to move faster. She is so tight. Christ. I might blow. Thud, thud thud - the headboard starts to slam against the wall, but neither one of us care. I clench my teeth together. My pelvic bone pushes against her clit. Her body tightens. Her pussy is so tight and wet. I feel it tighten around me.

  “I - I,” she doesn’t finish, but I can feel it. Her pussy contracts hard around my dick, opening, and closing. Her hands clamp down hard and she pulls me down, so my weight drops and my chest rubs against her large breasts. I go full force now, holding back nothing. My cock slips in and out of the wet place. She grimaces succumbed with pleasure as I continue the passionate fuck. Her breathing is hot and heavy against my skin.

  "You feel so good," I mutter. I flip her around onto her stomach. My hands yank her hips up, so her beautiful ass is in the air in front of mine. She grabs the headboard, bent over perfect for me to ride, and I slide back inside of that wet pleasure center. My hips thrust in. I love the sight of my cock slipping in and out of her little pink cunt. My hands grab her ass and…. fuck… My cock can barely handle it anymore.

  "Cum inside of me," she says pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. I need no more encouragement, my cock pulses and releases my load into her. A wave of euphoria washes over me as pleasure increases. Samantha moans as another orgasm grips her body. She shudders and cries out and her knuckles go white as she grips the headboard for support.

  I slowly pull my cock out after both of us have come to our end. She looks back at me. Her beautiful eyes catch mine in the dark light, and we say nothing. Both of us feel overwhelmed with sensation. There is only one time, I have fucked that good, and have cummed that hard. She turns around on her back and lays down on the bed. I find my place next to her in the soft sheets of the hotel bed. Her fingers run up and down my naked body in this dark silence.

  "Your body is so perfect," she whispers. I lean over and kiss her lips softly. She opens her mouth and welcomes the tender, slow movement of my lips. My tongue dips in slow and runs along her mouth. I pull her on top of me so I can feel her skin on mine. She is so soft and smooth. She kisses me back. I can feel her warm, wet pussy against my leg.

  "Is this the normal way to celebrate getting a stepbrother?" she whispers.

  "I don't know, but it’s pretty kinky though," I say, grabbing her ass one more time. She laughs and nuzzles my neck. Her nose feels the necklace chain around my neck. Her fingers reach up and gently touch the chain.

  "You have a necklace on?" she murmurs. I nod.

  "What is it?" she asks. Her fingers are running along the chain to the metal charm of a rose.

  "A rose," I say softly.

  "A rose..."

  Suddenly, her body tenses and she pulls back. She fumbles for the light, and her face looks like she has just seen a ghost. She stares at me in complete horror. Her mouth hangs open.

  "Oh my god..." she trails off. I sit up on the bed.

  "What? Am I missing something?"

  "It's you. It's fucking you." She stands up and begins to pace the room. "I should have known it. How did I not recognize you? Jesus Christ. Oh my god."

  "What!" I stand up and shout.

  She glares at me, walks over and slaps me right across the face. Her hand hits my cheek hard, and it stings.

  "Fuck you," she seethes with as much venom as possible. I stare at her wide-eyed.

  "What the fuck is wrong with you."

  She reaches around my neck and yanks hard on the necklace. The chain snaps. "I want my fucking necklace back, you piece of shit."

  My brain clicks on, and then it all hits me like being hit by a train. It's her. Fuck…it's her. Oh my god. I don't know what to say. My mouth becomes dry and my brain goes dead.

  "Hey, okay, I deserve it. I'm sorry - look..." My mind is racing. I have no idea what I should do. Sentences don’t form, words begin to jumble up in my mouth. I feel overwhelmed with everything, but mostly it’s shock. I never thought I would ever see her again.

  "Get out," she says blankly, holding the rose necklace tight in her fist.

  "We can talk about this. We're adults now."

  "Get the fuck out of my room."

  She whips a pillow at me. I dodge it.

  "Samantha -"

  She throws another, this time hard. I don't know what to say or do. I believe the situation is a lost cause for the time being. I look back at the door and then at her. It’s as though fire could fly out of her mouth at any moment.

  "I'm sorry," I say finally. But she doesn't want to hear it now. I quickly throw on my pants and walk out of the room. Well, this has not gone as planned. When does it ever?

  Chapter 6

  Sam

  I stare at the rose necklace in my hand. It glitters in dim light.

  He had this all along.

  What the fuck? How did this happen? I collapse on the bed, setting the necklace on the nightstand and stare at the ceiling. The sheets and pillow still smell like his cologne. Gross. I rip them off the bed and throw them on the ground. My heart is racing and so is my mind. I cannot believe that neither of recognized one another. I suppose out of all the people our parents would marry it just didn't seem possible for it to be him. Also, it was so long, and we were so drunk when it happened.

  "Oh, my god," I sigh out loud, putting my hands over my face. Did I over react? He humiliated me that night. He's just some fucking player. God. I cannot believe I fell for him a second time, but the sex was so good. I should have known. I never forgot that night. The night that drove me back to my relationship with Micah. I thought I had finally found someone to help me move on and instead he drove me right back to hell. I didn't think I could trust any guy. I felt so used. It all makes sense. I lay there in the silent bedroom. My head pounds and my blood is rushing. Fuck. How am I supposed to handle this now? So many questions are going through my mind. This is insane that's all I know.

  I decide to go to sleep and think it over tomorrow, but Christ we have breakfast tomorrow.

  The first morning as a family.

  I knew I should have just tried to keep it like siblings, and letting him dive into my pussy was not a smart idea.

  Jesus, his cock is unreal though.

  No! Get that out of your head...and out of your pussy.

  The mere idea of sex with James already has me wet again. I get up. There is no way I am sleeping tonight. I hop into the shower, hoping to rinse off whatever is left of him off of me. The steaming hot water makes me feel a little better. It at least calms me down. In the end, he is my step brother, and whatever happens, it will be easy to end things in the morning. We should have never fucked in the first place tonight, and this only just proves it.

  Chapter 7

  James

  Fuck me! Her tits bouncing up and down burn as I drove into her, is replaying in my mind. The hot water washes down on me. My hand jerks back and forth furiously over my hard shaft, pumping.

  Jesus, her pussy was so tight, nothing has ever felt so good.

  Fuck - and that ass.

  That tight ass needs to be fucked so bad. I bet no one has ever been back there. She seems to be so uptight. That could help loosen her up. I should fuck my step-sister there. I need to bend her over again and be inside of her perfect body. There is nothing I want more than to keep thrusting my shaft down into her. And when she orgasms I cannot explain how hot it is. It’s all I want. I cum in the shower. My load spills out, an
d I lean against the wet shower tile, letting the water hit me right in the face.

  What a nightmare this has morphed into. I cannot believe it. Poor Samantha, she must hate me. I don’t even blame her. I hate myself. I turn the water off and stand there for a second, letting the droplets fall off of my skin. It's been five years since I last saw the perfect girl and ruined things. What cruel trick is the universe playing on me by making her my step sister - God...my fucking hot, sexy step sister.

  Still, it was such a long time ago. I can't imagine it being that bad. I wrap a towel around me and dry off. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her at the bar, Daves. Samantha caught my attention right away. And then I hit her by accident. I was so embarrassed. I thought she was going to be mad at me, but she was so nice, and so fucking hot. She was almost as hot as she is now. Now, she’s grown into that figure and body. We clicked right away, and it was a no-brainer to take her back to my place. I never imagined someone so beautiful could exist and be that great of a person. It didn’t matter if I was in a relationship. She was all I wanted, and she is all I do want now. Fuck. I fall onto the bed. And when we have sex, it is like it's not real. I have been with a lot of women but not like that. It’s like we belong together. I know she has to feel the same way. She can't just ignore what is going on between us.

  I grasp at my neck where the necklace used to be. She recognized her necklace that she left with me that night. I kept it all those years, to remember that night like some sort of token. I had fallen in love with her that night, and couldn't get her out of my mind. I knew I had ruined any shot of a relationship with her. I tried to find her to return her things, but it was no use.

  I stare at the clock. It's almost time to go for breakfast. Perhaps this is a second chance for me. We found each other again. I can't ruin this. I need to at least make it up to her and explain everything. After our parents leave for their honeymoon, I will try to talk to her. I should at least apologize before she returns home. This could be my last chance, and I won't let it slip though my fingers. I don't care if she is my step-sister, she will be mine.

  She's at breakfast before me. She's the first one I see at the table sitting in the restaurant. My cock wakes back up when my eyes fall on her. Her curvy body in a little blue dress is practically pulling at my dick, making it hard. I clench my jaw. She stares at me with those sparkling eyes. She glares at me though, but it just makes me think about fucking her intensely. I bet she likes it rough when she is upset. I imagine pulling her long hair. My parents turn and say good morning, bringing me right back to reality. I take my place in the empty chair next to Samantha. I can sense her body tenses up next to me. I glance over and smile. She smiles back at me for a second. It's forced.

  "Morning, everyone," I say calmly.

  "Good morning, sweetheart," Tonya says with a warm smile.

  "So are you guys ready for the big honeymoon?" I ask, looking at both of them.

  "Oh yes, we are."

  The server comes by, and I order a meal. We talk about last night and share some stories, but not all of them. Most are about the family, and none are about the children fornicating all night and then getting into a huge fight.

  "Samantha, are you alright?" Tonya asks her daughter. Samantha nods quickly, avoiding the question. I could answer it for her and tell our new mom that no. She is not alright. She hates me, and I don't blame her. The food arrives then.

  "Just tired."

  "It was quite the party," Stanley says.

  Especially the part when I fucked my new sister, and then we both realized it wasn't the first time we were involved physically, I think in my head.

  I glance over at Samantha. She doesn't dare look at me.

  Jesus.

  So this is how it's going to be.

  "What time did you go to sleep last night, Sam?" I ask, prodding, seeing how far she will take this silent treatment. We aren't young twenty-somethings in college anymore. Her neck snaps in my direction.

  "Early. I had a fairly disappointing time in my hotel room." Her eyes glance down at my cock. My cheeks go red, and I wonder if she can tell that my cock is stiff as a board.

  Our parents look at one another confused. I chew on my lip, is she trying to cause shit right now.

  "Well, I am very sorry to hear that," I say calmly.

  "How was your night, James?"

  Oh, now she is polite. She twists a corner of her hair.

  "It was great. I fell right asleep. I slept like a baby."

  "Well, that makes sense you kind of are a baby."

  "Samantha!" Tonya barks.

  "It's alright," I say calmly, leaning back in the chair. "We are brother and sister now. We can disagree."

  "That's right," Samantha agrees, sending me vemon with her stare. "It’s what normal siblings do."

  "And we want to be normal siblings!"

  I can tell we are weirding our parents out because my dad coughs to interrupt our little dispute. He is great at smoothing over conflict, and I guess I missed that gene, because right now I am the enemy.

  "So your mother and I were talking..." he starts. Samantha and I both turn to face him as he continues, "and we were thinking that instead of going on a normal honey moon we want you both to come with us." My mouth drops open, and so does Samantha's. "We both know you have the week off, and we want you to come. We already paid for it."

  "Mom - no. I wouldn't want to do that to you guys," Samantha begins to stutter.

  "Seriously," I add in. "This is your special time."

  "We know," Tonya starts, "and that's exactly why we want you with us. You two are the most important part of our lives, so we thought we could use the time to really start things off as a family and on a good note."

  I can't believe. I shake my head and laugh. Oh, there is so much irony in what my step mother is saying. If only we could explain to her the way we have just started as family members! Now they would trap Samantha and me together at a resort in the Bahamas. It's all too much. Samantha is freaking out. I can feel it. She looks at me then back at her mom. Her body is extremely tight. It makes me think of her pretty pussy. My cock is still throbbing.

  "Is this for real?" she asks.

  "Of course, honey."

  Poor Samantha, her parents don't even know the torture they are putting her through.

  But on the other hand, this might be the opportunity I need to win her over.

  "If you guys wants us there, then I would be happy to go," I say.

  "Oh please, Sam. It will be so much fun," her mom starts with a pleading tone. Samantha chews on her cheek. She has no real reason not to go. Well, I mean she does, but she can't really come out and say that she and I have a very strange past, and it's rocky right now, or that we have fucked. The best part is all of this is going on between us, and we have met three times. That is it. Three days but we have years’ worth of drama.

  "Okay...I guess it could be fun."

  Tonya and Stanley smile, they have just won at parenting. But then my dad does something. Something, I did not think he would ever do. And I might just have to drown myself in this wonderful family oriented honey moon now.

  "Do you think Mallory would want to meet with us at the resort?" he asks. I almost choke on my eggs. Mallory, my on and off girlfriend. One I have seriously never dated, but hooked up on opportunity. He has met her once.

  She is not even at the wedding, what the hell is he thinking?

  "Mallory?" I hear Samantha say calmly. Her eyes flash to mine. I am fucked. I take a breath and prepare for the hate that is about to blow my way.

  "James' girlfriend."

  "I didn't know James had a girlfriend?" Tonya says, looking over at her new husband. Samantha starts to laugh violently. Her shoulders bounce up and down, and her hands slam down on the table.

  "Where is she, James?" Samantha asks, turning her head like she is genuinely interested.

  I clench my jaw and glare at my dad.

  "She is not here because
she is not my girlfriend," I say through clenched teeth.

  "Come on James. You guys were out on a date the other night. I thought you said she had to work at the hospital this weekend," Stanley says, looking confused at me and then at Samantha.

  Samantha rests a hand on my arm.