Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  "What are you doing?" he whispers into my ear.

  "Nothing," I sigh. I take one of his hands and pull it around me, leading it up to my aching, swollen breasts. He squeezes it hard, and I encourage him by rocking my hips harder into his dick. After we fucked last, I haven't been able to get past him. He wraps around me more. His legs are like tentacles, and they hold me down. James' handsome mouth glides up to my ear where he kisses softly sending a soft buzz of arousal throughout my body. His breathing tickles my neck, and his hand continues to paw at my breasts. My nipples harden under the damp bathing suit where he pulls gently.

  "You aren't going to get me revved up to walk away, are you?" he asks.

  "Maybe," I purr back. I grind into him now with my backside. My ass tilts back and forth, against his tense dick. I feel it jump with each movement. His hand trails down and grabs my pussy, where his hot fingers begin to press. I let out a gasp at his touch. "You're just going to have to take a risk," I whisper back. He groans and pushes my bathing suit bottom aside, so his fingers touch my clit. He starts to rub softly. I close my eyes and bite my lip. The buzz has started to transform into something far more sensual and powerful.

  "You know that once you get me started, there is no stopping, right?" he breathes heavy into my ear. Wetness leaks out of the lips between my legs and onto his fingers. He runs them up and down, just above my hole, slithering around. He is teasing me and its working. I arch my back and open my legs slightly, but he doesn't take the bait. He continues to torment my aching pussy. His fingers gently rubbing right outside where they are wanted most.

  "Promise you'll let me fuck you," he growls. I bite my lip. I hadn't decided whether or not I was going to keep going or just to lead him on and to make him suffer some more. "Promise," He breathes into my ear. His fingers rub faster. They trail all along my sensitive area. In one single thrust, he slams them into me. I buck forward and cry out. It feels so good. He presses against my G-spot and pleasure seeps out. But as quick as he enters, his hand pulls itself out, leaving me desperately hungry. "I'll give you one more time," he says through his teeth. My ass continues to bounce against his hard-on. "I will not let you do this to me again."

  "I thought that once you got started, you couldn't stop," I say back to him. I push onto his boner. "Seems like to me you did get started." He laughs. His fingers trace a slow, small circle on my clit.

  "Oh, I can take care of that myself no problem. It's you I am worried about."

  His fingers rip into me again fast; they pump in and out. My legs shake and quiver. His thumb stays on my clit, while they others penetrate me in all the right ways. I moan and gasp. My dripping pussy can hardly handle it. He holds me against him with his other arm, squeezing my breasts and keeping me against his chest. I am about to cum. My back tenses and every part of me seizes up, as the pleasure is about to set me over the edge, but James' stops. His fingers come out of me.

  "No!" I shout, trying to reach for his hand.

  "Promise," he says. My chest is rising and falling, and my body feels like screaming.

  "Okay...okay."

  He reaches down and continues to finger fuck me. My body is overwhelmed with the sudden and intense return of erotic sensation. I buck forward, my body shaking as I orgasm. Oh, it feels so good. James keeps up the pace, moving his fingers back and forth, making my body clench up into another sudden orgasm.

  "Oh - fuck," I grit my teeth, as my body is rocked again. James pulls his hand away, and I hear him unzip his pants. I freeze and stop.

  "What are you doing?" I ask, breathily.

  "I'm going to fuck you."

  I smile. I could be the devil.

  "Said who?" I ask.

  "You."

  "No, I didn't."

  "You promised."

  "I didn't promise. I said okay." I smirk and stare at him. His eyes are wide.

  "What the fuck, Samantha?" I tilt my head back and lay on the towel. It turns me on so much to tease him like this. He can barely handle it. "What is wrong with you? I have no idea how to handle this," He says looking down at his swollen cock.

  "You said you could take care of it just fine," I mumble. He glares at me in the darkness of night.

  "You are a very bad girl. I should tell mom and dad," he says half-jokingly. I roll my eyes.

  "Come on, James. Don't act so bent out of shape. I'm just using you. I thought that's what we were doing."

  "What?" he asks me leaning down.

  I let out a long sigh.

  "Well, I thought I would just treat you the way you treat me and other women."

  "Come on, Samantha. That is not what is going on here."

  I sit up, so I am eye level with him on the blanket. My gaze burns into his.

  "Then what is going on here?"

  He pauses and watches me for a long while.

  "I like you, a lot," he says softly.

  "Is that how you felt in college?" I spit back.

  "Look, that was a long time."

  "But yet you are still kind of a dick."

  "Sam - look. That night I met you at the bar near campus, it was like lightning struck me."

  I let out a low laugh.

  "Are you just straight fucking with me?" I ask him.

  "No - I'm serious. Don't tell me you didn't feel it as well."

  I try to think back half a decade ago to that night and how I felt when I saw him there like my knight in shining armor rescuing me from a bad night out. I did like him, right away. I trusted him, which was my mistake. I should never have given so much respect to some random college boy, but I learned my lesson. And here we are.

  "I am not messing with you. I felt this connection with you, and I just had to have you. Nothing else mattered that night. I thought I had one shot and I was not going to let it slip away. Seriously, Samantha, I know what I did was wrong, but I don't regret it, but I wouldn't trade meeting you for anything."

  I observe him; he seems earnest, but I still don't know where I stand with him.

  "Trust is so hard to earn back," I say to him. "Even if we were just young and I didn't know anything better."

  "Look - okay, I wore your necklace every day after that night."

  "Why?" I chuckle. I forgot how weird that was.

  "Because I just didn't want to ever forget that night or the girl I met that night. I wanted to remind myself that there is someone out there that I really clicked with and liked a lot. Even if I might never see her again, it kind of gave me some weird kind of hope."

  "James, if you had some weird epiphany about me and wanted to be with me, why didn't you just tell me about your girlfriend? That was so embarrassing when she ran into the room. I didn't want to hook up with anyone ever again. I was mortified."

  He sighs and rests his head on his knees.

  "I just - I don't know. That would have been the smart thing to do, but we were younger, and I wasn't thinking about the whole picture."

  We sit silently for a while longer. I try to process what he said. I still feel so confused. I look over at him, and he stares at me, hoping for some sort of answer. But it is all just too much for me. I stand up abruptly.

  "Where are you going?" he asks.

  "Away."

  "Why?"

  I fold my arms and shrug avoiding eye contact.

  "I don't know James. It's already so messed up that we are step siblings and then on top of that it's like we have some weird history and none of it really adds up. It’s just so messy. I don't have a clue whether or not I can trust. The only thing I am really certain about it that having sex with you is fucking amazing, but I don't think that justifies everything." He takes a deep breath.

  "I don't know what to say, Samantha."

  "You don't have to say anything." I start to walk away and return back to my room where he won't be able to bother me and I can just think to myself.

  "Sam! Don't walk away. We can figure this out!" he shouts from the beach behind me. But I keep going. Tomorrow we will fly
back home, and I can just move on and forget that anything weird like this happened. Maybe I will have to put up with him at Christmas or something, but I could deal with once a year. I've gone this long without him in my life. There is no reason why I should continue a relationship with my step brother. The resort is pretty empty this late since everyone else is sleeping now. I think about going to my parent's room to talk to my mom, but that plan doesn't make much sense. So, I decide on getting drunk and then going right to bed.

  Chapter 11

  James

  Fuck me. Fuck me! I stand abruptly and run off the beach. I had one goal this whole trip, and that was to win the heart of the only girl I have really fallen for, and yet here I am fucking it all up. I cannot believe it. She is literally just walking away from me. But I won't let her get any farther. I run fast, chasing after her. I bump into only a few people, mainly the workers. But my legs are peddling as quick as they go. I catch a glimpse of her ahead of me. She slides into the elevator. Fuck!

  I turn a sharp left, nearly knocking over a cleaning lady.

  "Sorry!" I shout as I swing open the stairwell door. I bound up the steps, nearly falling on my face. I did tell her early tonight that if we started, there was no stopping me. She left me on the beach after I poured my heart out with nothing to say, and she left me with a serious boner. I should be used to it all, but I am not. My legs drum up the stairs. Goddammit for staying on the eighth floor. I haven't been in the gym all week, and the only cardio I have done is from fucking Samantha, which I would much rather prefer than an eight-mile run. But the tall flight of stairs doesn't stand a chance at trying to slow me down. I arrive on the top floor and bound through the doors, almost falling straight on my face and eating shit. I see her there. Her hand is on the key, and the door is opening. I push my legs and lunge in the last sitch effort to catch her. To my relief, my hand hits the heavy wooden door hard. It stops from shutting completely.

  "James what the hell are you are doing?" she asks, looking down at me. I am laying on the floor looking up at her slightly embarrassed by my behavior. I stand up.

  "Don't you dare lock me out tonight," I say, pointing my finger at her chest. She raises her eyebrows and looks rather surprised. Honestly, I am surprised with myself.

  "Okay," she sighs, slightly opening the door. "I will not lock you out."

  "Thank you," I say, as I bend my hands on my knees, as I try to catch my breath. Jesus, I need to work out some more this is no good. I take a second to regain my posture. I reach a hand out and push the door open so that I can walk through into the room. Samantha stares at me.

  "What do you want, James? What was the reason for the big chase through the resort?"

  "Why did you walk away from me?" I ask, staring at her. She looks so beautiful. The sun has caused her skin to freckle lightly, and her cheeks are pink, as well as her ass cheeks. Her skin is starting to tan, and her eyes look striking. She takes a deep breath and sits at the end of the bed.

  "Because, James I-"

  "You what?" I ask her looking into her eyes. I walk over and rest on my knees in front of her. She folds her legs and looks out the window.

  "I just don't understand what is happening here and I don't see how anything good can come from this." She looks up at me and then back at the ground. "You've already broken my trust multiple times, and I just don't know if I’m ready for it once more."

  "Okay," I say standing slowly. "I think I know what we need to do."

  "What?" she asks.

  I don't answer her with words, but with a long slow kiss. I press my lips to hers, leaning in and pushing her back into the bed. I kiss her again slowly. Our lips are pressing on each other. She keeps hers sealed, but eventually, she opens her mouth, and her hands wrap around my back. I cannot get enough of her mouth. Never have we taken it slow with one another. It has always been about passion and intense fucking, but now we take our time. Our tongues are slipping in and out of our mouths tasting one another. Letting the kisses lead us to one another and to know our bodies. She caresses my back and neck. Her hands are gingerly gliding underneath my shirt along with my skin. My hands slowly rise underneath her swimsuit to her breasts, where I cup them gently in my hand, enjoying the feeling of her tits. I roll her nipples in between my fingers until they are erect and hard. My hands take their time tracing to around her neck and gently pulling on the string of her bikini. Her breasts fall out underneath my chest. She lifts the bottom of my shirt up slowly, revealing my upper body. It falls on top of her breasts and pushes against them. I let out a low breath through my nose taking in every inch of her skin underneath mine. She hums softly as my mouth returns to her. My cock has begun to harden, eager to find the release that it was hoping for with her. Her body flutters and tenses as I move down her cheek, nibbling her ear. I want to kiss every inch of her body, show her how much I care about her. She is no casual fuck. She is the woman I am falling in love with. My lips trace down her neck, licking lightly. Her grip on my back tightens and then releases, she is not going to stop me. I find her tits inside of my mouth. I suck on them, taste them, feel them. She groans as my face buries itself in her breasts. And then I continue down my trail on her body. My fingers gentle grip her bathing suit bottoms and tug, removing them from her body. She lifts her back slightly to help me. They fall around her ankles, and there is her beautiful pussy, waiting for me, shining, slick and wet. My fingers glide over it. I cannot help but sneak a light touch. She is already soaking wet. My cock jerks up, swollen with blood. My tongue traces along the bare skin right above her clit, down to her inner thighs. I am saving my main course for a moment. I nibble slightly on her juicy thighs.

  "That tickles, James," she whispers. I switch to kissing the tender spot. She places her hands through my hair, trying to push my mouth onto her clit, but I hover over it, just letting my hot breath fall over that sweet place. She lifts her hips in response, bringing my mouth onto her slit, but I wait. I want to savor this. My hands press her hips back down onto the bed, and then open her legs wide. She moans in frustration, but then finally my tongue dabs onto the point of nerves. It glides over her clit, and she lets out that sensual whimper I am drawn to so much. I rock my hips and rub my groin against the couch as though my dick has a severe itch. Fuck. She tastes so good.

  "Mm, that feels amazing, James," she says hoarsely. She starts to move back and forth on my face. She wants more, and I give in to her needs with faster licks. Our eyes lock onto each other as we read one another. She bites her lips. She is squeezing her left breast and pinching her right nipple. My tongue dips down and up running the length of her clit. She starts to squirm and buck, but I keep a grip on her hips. Her body tries to find every way to keep my mouth on it. It follows my tongue, and I can feel it shudder as it returns to her clit. Her stomach tightens and her back arches. Her squirming begins to become less, as the orgasm is burning and will erupt soon, but I want her to wait. I lean back and return on top of her. My mouth finds hers again, and we kiss passionately. She can taste herself on my lips, and she continues to suck on my mouth with hers. Samantha pulls me hard. Her hands hold my head down so her mouth can ravish mine. I can feel the precum leaking out of my cock and into my boxers. I wiggle out of my shorts and my erection springs free. I press it lightly against her wet chamber, as we continue to kiss.

  "How do you want me to fuck you?" I ask her. She smiles and looks into my eyes.

  "Just like this, so I can see you," she whispers. Her hand reaches to gently touch my neck. I kiss her lips again, and then in one movement, my cock enters right into her. She moans loud, and my grip tightens on the sheets under her. I grit my teeth. I might lose it now. I was so worked up from earlier that my cock is basically a loaded gun, and Samantha is resting her finger on the trigger. I pull out afraid I will cum too soon that before she can protest my tongue replaces my cock inside of her slit and wiggles around, inching deeper into her. She pushes into my face as I tongue fuck her deep.

  When I think I
finally have enough stamina, I am on top of her. My hard erection returns inside of her. I clench my teeth and rock my hips. I go slow, taking in every second of my cock, dipping in and out of her. It emerges from the tight slit, slick and wet, fully engorged. Samantha moans tilting forward, underneath me. Her hips match mine, but then she moves them faster and faster. She is getting close.

  "Harder," she says weakly. Fuck. I am not going to last long. I obey her and thrust hard into her. She cums and so do I at the same time, spilling my load out of my throbbing cock into her wet, contracting pussy. She keeps her arms locked onto me and holds me onto her as pleasure washes through her. The waves of ecstasy seem to transfer from me to her until they are over, and I slowly pull myself out of that tender place.