Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  I start my day. Brushing my teeth and getting dressed. I stand in front of the mirror staring at my body. I remember when James' hands cupped my breasts, and his dick pressed onto my ass. There were so many nights that we spent together on the trip where my body just went crazy from his touch. Never has anyone made me feel that way. He is the only one. I look at my pussy. I recall the way he would rub me and make my body shudder as I cum uncontrollably. I get dressed and try to start my day, but I can't. Fuck, I miss his dick and the way it felt when I rode it. There was nothing better. My phone lights up, and I grab it eagerly hoping that he has texted me. I know he won't, though. I foolishly pushed him away. He wouldn't disrespect what I wanted. He is too good a guy. But then again he fucked me over so much. He lied to me several times. When do I know when he is being honest with me? He is so great at sweet talking. I take a deep breath and think back to our time together. I never did give him a chance to really explain himself about Mallory and all of that.

  Maybe I should. Perhaps it is the time that I do something. If I don't talk to him soon, I will never be able to get over it all. I should at least get some sort of closure. I am sure after a few months that he has found someone who is already head over heels in love with him.

  I stare at my phone and the blank screen. I don't even know where to start. I feel like I owe him some sort of apology, but he probably does not want to hear from me anyways. Have some confidence, I scream in my head. But when it comes to actually typing the words out on my phone, I panic and just stare at the screen. Texting him could mean that he has found someone else, or that he can deny me. I hold the phone in my hand, and it feels like a weight pulling me down, and then with one swift finger movement, before I can even think about it, I hit call on his name. The phone starts to ring, and my heart leaps out of my chest. It rings again. I'm sure he will put me to voicemail, but right when the call should end, I hear his voice.

  "Hello," he says slowly.

  "Hey...James?" I act as though I don't recognize his voice, which is dumb, because I called him. I feel like screaming and shouting. Fuck, He is so close to me.

  "Samantha?" he asks.

  "Yeah?"

  "Why are you calling me? What's up?

  I choke. What do I say? What do I want? How do I tell him everything that has been bothering for the past few months? I know that I want him, but now I feel stupid. It seems like a mistake. He is still my step brother.

  "Where are you?" I ask. That was stupid and random. He pauses, and the silence haunts me. I begin to sweat and feel nervous.

  "I am still in LA," he says slowly.

  "How are you enjoying it?" I ask. That was another stupid question. But I am so freaking out, I have no clue how to handle this.

  "Uh, it's alright. You know it works. So I am making the best out of it."

  That's great." I respond badly.

  Another stupid thing for me to say.

  "Yeah, I guess it is great. Do you need anything? I am kind of busy." My heart drops. Calling him was an obvious mistake. He does not sound excited to hear my voice whatsoever. I probably just pissed him off. I take a deep breath.

  "So that's all you wanted to know?" he asks, patiently. I am surprised he even answered the phone.

  "No," I say fast.

  "Then what do you need?"

  "You," I whisper into the phone. There is a long moment of silence, and I think my heart may jump out of my chest. "Are you still there?" I ask, waiting.

  "You what?" he asks. God, the sound of his voice sounds amazing through the phone and into my ear. I missed it so much.

  "I want you," I say again, slowly, making sure that each word can be heard. Again there is another long silence. "Can we just...can we just meet somewhere or something. I really want to talk to you." I am pressing the phone so hard on my face. Another long pause fills the space, and I almost hang up, but then he finally speaks.

  "Sam," he says cautiously.

  "Yes?"

  "I just bought tickets to fly to you for tomorrow."

  There are no words for the smile that appears on my face. I want to scream, or dance, do something. But instead I cry, tears trickling down my cheeks.

  "Great..." is all I respond with.

  "Okay," he repeats, I am holding the phone so tight my knuckles have gone white.

  "Okay, I whisper back. "I am so excited to see you."

  "I am excited to see you too. I've missed you so much."

  Inside, I am smiling so much.

  "Alright...well…until then, James..."

  "Goodbye, Sam. I am thrilled you called me."

  "Me too..."

  I hang up the phone. Holy fuck I feel I am so happy. James is going to be here tomorrow. My body is already starting to turn on and I am aroused with the idea of my step brother being so close to me, holding me, fucking me.

  I had no idea I really missed him that much. The excitement coursing through my body lets me see the truth. There is something more to us than just sex, even if we are step brother and sister.

  Chapter 15

  James

  I hang up the phone. My head is spinning, and my cock is already erect. The sound of her voice turned me on so much. As soon as she told me that she wanted to see me, I got a boner. I cannot believe it. After these few months, she still is thinking about me. I know that it is meant to be.

  I wasted no time going ahead and buying tickets to fly to her. But now I have to wait until tomorrow for the flight. I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about her.

  Am I just going to grab her and start fucking her there? Is that what she wants me to do?

  My brain starts to run wild with ideas of how I am going to greet her. From behind or perhaps I will take her with my mouth. God, I love the way she tastes. It’s like I am about to have a feast full of my favorite desserts. Except for the fact, I am in love with the desserts.

  The next morning, I wake up before my alarm. I booked the earliest flight that I could. I am so excited to see her. I text her and let her now that I am on my way. The trip seems to take forever, but eventually the flight lands. I run out to the parking lot and grab the first taxi that I see. I shout the address to him as I throw my luggage into the trunk. And the next thing I see is her condo building in front of me. The trip now suddenly feels like a blur. Samantha is the only thing on my mind. My heart skips a beat. The driver stops and then I rush out of the car. I make my way up to the front, and blood starts to pour into my cock as I get an erection at the thought of being close to her. I cannot wait to see her bent over, begging for me to keep going until I make her legs shake and make her cum on me. I take a deep breath and remind myself not to get too aroused. I still don't know exactly what she wants to talk about or what might happen. But I know that my palms are sweaty, and I have no idea what to expect. I stand outside of her apartment door. My hand reaches up, and I take a long second before I knock. She could just have invited me over just to yell at me for leading her on, but I doubt it; she told me that she wanted to see me. Who knows what she meant by that, but I had no choice. This is it. This is the moment for us. I know that whatever happens, I need her to understand how I feel about her. My palms begin to sweat, and the door to the condo opens.

  Samantha stands in front of me. She looks amazing. I don't know if it is possible, but she seems to have gotten even more attractive. A loose sweater hands off her shoulder and I can see her bra strap poking through, and her pants hug around her ass. She stares at me and sucks on her bottom lip.

  "Hey,” she whispers ever so softly. I don't even let her finish. My hands reach out, and I scoop her up into my arms. My mouth finds her. God, she tastes so good. I pull her in gently sliding my tongue into her mouth. It is as though we have never kissed before. Everything feels new and exciting, and yet, familiar and safe. Holding her, actually just touching her awakens every part of me. We kiss for a long time, letting our mouths melt together. I hold her close to me, taking her in and bringing her back to me. I cannot believ
e I almost lost this woman.

  "God, I have missed you," I exhale as her mouth pulls from mine so we can catch a breath. But our bodies stay close. I feel the need to consume her, own every piece and inch; being away from her was worse than anything I could imagine. We take a moment to look at one another and then, I bend down and kiss her some more. My cock has already begun to swell, to its full size. I don't know if I can wait another minute without being inside of her. I reach down and pick her up. My hands reach under her legs and pull her to me.

  She wraps around me. Our groins grind furiously against one another. I walk over to the kitchen counter and set her down on the cold granite; Samantha keeps her legs tied around me holding me into her. We continue to kiss, tongues dodging and pulsing into one another, like it's our first time. My hands grab at her soft flesh, running on her thighs. She bucks into me. My thumbs clip the inside of her underwear and slide it down to her ankles. Her hands are already gripping my belt and unbuckling my pants. The jeans drop to my ankles. Her hands grab on my blood filled cock. I grunt as her delicate fingers travel up and down my shaft, pulling, tugging.

  She gasps as I briefly brush against her sweet slit. I return back to my previous position, so my hot cock is pressing against her precious sensitive nerve. She rocks her body into my cock, bobbing up and down. I can feel her wetness against my hard shaft. God, she feels so good. Nothing compares to her. Our breathing is in rhythm together. We both are so tense the moment before we are reunited. And then my hands reach under her legs, and I hoist them up in my hands as her bare ass sits on the cold counter. Slowly, I enter her, my full length.

  "Oh, fuck," I groan as I bury myself in her completely. Her head falls back. I reach up and rip her shirt down. My mouth finds her swollen breasts, and I suck on them, as my hips move in reverse, slamming back into her dripping wet cunt. Samantha gasps with each deep thrust.

  "Fuck," I mutter in her ear, over and over. Being reunited with her body is filling me with intense pleasure. I pull her harder into myself. I am losing control, and my body is taking over. Each thrust makes air sharply escape her lungs. Her hands paw at my back and hold me close. Her bare chest rubs against my shirt. I can feel her stiff nipples bouncing off me.

  "James - faster - fuck. Oh my god. Fuck," she murmurs between gasps and groans. I clench my jaw, focusing on making my step-sister cum on my cock. Her pussy is wet, I slip and slide out of her, thudding against the counter with so much passion…All I want is her!

  "I'm going to cum," she whines, "I'm-uh, James!"

  Her pussy tightens around my cock and with eyes closed, she buries her face in me. My body is seizing. She whimpers as I continue to enter her, never letting her recover. Then all at once, her hands land on my chest, and Samantha pushes me out of her. I stumble a step back slightly confused. Then she slides off the counter and down to her knees.

  "Fuck my mouth," she says, nuzzling my dick with her lips. I grab my shaft, and my hand falls on her head. I grab a handle of her hair and guide her lips around my dick. She lets out a soft moan as my cock enters her warm mouth. Her tongue glides along my shaft, making me swell even more. Damn. That feels so too good. My hand guides her head, pulling it back and forth, and my hips dive into her, sending my cock deep down her throat. For a second, she gags slightly, but when I try to pull out, her neck follows me. She wants my whole cock deep into her throat. She lets out another moan and bobs her neck, deep throating me. I can't make it another minute, but I don't want to cum in her mouth. I want to do it inside of her. I have been away for long, not to be able to claim to feel her insides as I climax. I release her head and pull her up. I spin her around. My cocks press against that juicy ass. She gasps. Samantha starts to touch herself. I take a second and watch her. God, she is amazing. It's so fucking hot to watch her pleasuring herself like I am spying on my sister. My hand gently rubs her ass. Pre-cum leaks out of my cock. I cannot wait for anymore. She needs to be fucked some more. My hand reaches around, and I push her down over the counter. Her breasts flatten against the cold granite counter. She gasps as my pelvis pushes on her ass and my cock penetrates her pussy. Her back tightens.

  "Keep touching yourself," I tell her. Her hand returns, as she massages herself just the way she likes. I can feel her fingers tugging and moving her pussy as I ram into her. Deeply, my cock stretches into her pussy's limits. Her face falls forward and presses into the counter. I can feel the climax building in me, centering between my legs powerful and focused. Samantha cries out.

  "Cum in me, James. I need you to fill me," she whines. My hand grabs the back of her neck and her long hair. I fuck her like a jackhammer. Her ass bounces against me, and she pushes back as I disappear in and out. And then I can't hold out any longer. Intense euphoria escapes out of me. My load fills the inside of her pussy, unleashing into her. "Fuck, uh - uh -uh," I grunt and growl as the orgasm is more intense than any I have ever experienced. Reuniting with her seems to make every wash of pleasure and sensation even more powerful. I take a step back and pull out. Samantha bends over the counter. She takes a few deep breaths and then finally turns around.

  "Wow," is all I can manage to whisper. My cock still throbs with pleasure. She pushes her hair out of her face, and she smiles.

  "There's no one like you," she says.

  I smile and walk over, holding her against my shirt.

  "Let's lie down for a little bit, okay?" I say to her. Her eyes catch mine, and she nods. I lift her up in my arms. She feels so small as I hold her. I cannot believe I was away this long, letting her be in the world all on her own. I know she is smart and independent, but I can't help but have the overwhelming desire to protect her.

  "Which way is your bedroom?" I chuckle. I forgot I had never been to her house before, and she hasn't been to one of mine. I look down at her. There is so much for us to share. I know I need her.

  "It's just down the hall the left," she says with a smile. Her slender finger pointing. Her condo is nice. I didn't give it much attention, but it's clear she has managed very well for herself. I follow her instructions and carry her to her room, where I lay her down on the bed slowly. She curls up on the pillows. I pull off my shirt, so I am naked along with her and lay down next to her.

  "Thanks so much for flying out, James," she whispers.

  "Anything for you," I tell her. My hand caresses her cheek,

  I hold her against me. My hand gently brushes through her long hair. I hear her breathing return to its normal pace.

  "How have you been?" I ask her. She looks up at me with those dreamy eyes. I can see so much is happening up in her thoughts, but she just smiles.

  "I'm better now, James," she whispers snuggling into my chest.

  "What made you decide to call me?"

  She takes another pause to think it over.

  "I'm not sure," is all she responds with, but I know her. I know there is more to this. It was not some last minute late night booty call.

  "Come on, Samantha. Tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours."

  She buries her face back into my chest, avoiding conversation with me.

  "I just wanted to see you," is what she whispers without looking up. I can feel her heartbeat quicken in her chest. Her hand moves back down to between my legs, and she finds my cock. I let out a low grown as she begins to wake my member back up, by gently stroking.

  "What are you doing?" I ask her, "We need to - talk -uh, about -"

  She takes my hand and puts it to that warm, wet place between her legs.

  "Just touch me, James. Please," she whines, rubbing her groin into my hand. I know that we should talk about our relationship. I don't want to leave her again. I want to stay here, but I don't know what she wants. I have no clue, the only thing that I am sure about is that she wants my cock right now, and I am going to give to her. I will keep giving it to her until she tells me she no longer wants it. My cock is already stiff in her hand, erect and pointed to the ceiling. I have missed her so much, she could just
talk about sex, and I would be hard as wood. She continues massaging me, her fingers grace against my calls and cup them gently. Tingles disperse through me. I start to give her more. I rub her clit fast, moving the small nub back and forth. She starts to squirm reacting to my touch. She bucks away and rolls onto her stomach; I keep my hand on her still. She raises her ass slightly into the air. Her face stays buried in the pillow as she lets out soft sighs. But I slide down. My tongue starts with her ass cheeks. I can't help but get a taste of her. My mouth travels along her crack to her sweet little hole.

  "Uhh -I like that," she moans, as I continue eating her ass out. She rocks her hips against the bed. I continue dining on my delicious dish, working myself down to her wet pussy, sliding my tongue in and out of her. She moans and gasps. "I love the way your mouth feels inside of me," she murmurs. Her fingertips stretch out and clamp down on the pillows. I grab her ass, squeeze hard. The soft, squishy tissue molds into my hands and I shake it hard, watching as her cheeks shake. I give them a hard slap. She winces and moans, her hips raise and then fall back down as the stinging from my hand subsides.