Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  "You are mine," I growl. I suddenly feel an animalistic rush over. She needs to know that she belongs to me forever. There are no other options. She turns to look back at me. Her mouth hangs open as she breathes heavily. I ram my fingers into between her legs. She whimpers, as I stroke her G spot. "You like that, don't you," I say between my teeth. My cock is racing. Blood pumps through my body and my heart pounds in my ear.

  "I do," she pants, "I like that so much."

  I pull my fingers out fast and leave her with an aching pussy. She lifts her ass up in the air hungry for me to relieve the itch, but instead I put my weight on top of her. My dicks run the length of her ass and rubs in between her crack. I rock it slowly back in forth. My hand slides around her neck, and I gently hold her head in place next to mine. I breathe on her face. She lets out another soft moan.

  "I will not let you go again," I whisper, continuing to rock my hips back and forth, my hard raw cock pushes into her ass. My hand tightens around her neck slightly and then releases. Samantha twists and writhes under my weight. Her ass bucks up. She is trying to slip my cock into her, but I raise my hips up and hover over her.

  I place my hand on her shoulder and hold her down, pushing her into the bed. She gasps. My hands hover her backside and gently massage her asshole, then the whole of my hands grabs her pussy. I can feel it throbbing ever so slightly. I push it hard, feeling her little pussy lips rubbing against the pad of my fingers. She lets out a moan of frustration.

  "Beg for it, little sister," I whisper in her ear.

  "Fuck me, James," she whispers. I sit back and continue to gently push the palm of my hand along her whole slit.

  "Not good enough," I hiss. I slide a finger into her, and then remove it fast. She shudders.

  "Please...please. I need your cock inside of me."

  I bite my lip. My cock is throbbing, long, and hard. I hover it between her pussy lips, teasing her opening. She lets out a small scream and tries to back up, so my dick will push into her, but I keep my hand on her shoulder holding her body.

  "Ah, ah, ah," I whisper, pulling my cock away.

  "No," she groans. "Why are you doing this to me?"

  I laugh at a little.

  "Aren't big brothers supposed to tease their sisters?" My hand falls back to her wet opening. God, she wants it so bad. My fingers pinch her clit, and her whole body flexes. Her hand darts to find her clit, but I grab both of her hands and lift them over her head.

  "No, no. That's cheating." I spank her ass. "That's what you get for trying to cheat." She lets out a long sigh and starts to wiggle. I spank her again. Her ass flexes once more, and her hips fall into the bed.

  "Beg for it," I say harshly into her ear. She closes her eyes and breathes heavily.

  "I want you. I need you to fuck me. Please give it to me, make me yours. Your cock is the only one I want. James, help your little sister, please. Ah - I want you so bad."

  I reward her then. My hands fall on her shoulders to brace myself. I lower my pelvis over her ass, so it rests on her juicy cheeks. My dick presses past her lips as my hand guides into the sopping wet cunt. Samantha cries out as my cock rams into her again and again. Her face buries in the pillow. Her legs quickly buck up, and hips gyrate around my cock. I grunt as I slide my palm under her body to her bare chests. I twist and pinch her nipples hard. She wiggles underneath as the climax begins once more. I fill her needs as she cums again onto my cock. My hips thrust faster. I cum soon after her; My cock pumps its juice into her body. I slowly pull my cock out of her.

  I lay next to her. Our breathing is so hard, and we both feel a bit tired, but I have not felt this great in a long time. Being back with Samantha makes me feel complete. I roll next to her and hold her gaze.

  "How are you doing?" I ask gently.

  "Wonderful," she says.

  "Good...good."

  She props her head up onto her hand. My heart swells with love for her. She brushes her hair out of her face. There is so much I want to say to Samantha. I have spent the last several months going over and over in my head the right words that she needs to hear. Her hand touches me.

  "That was the best sex I have had in a really long time," she says softly, her large eyes staring at mine. I scratch my chin.

  "Same," I murmur and then begin to laugh.

  "What?" she asks, cocking her head. Her long hair falls down her shoulder and back into her face. I pull it out of her eyes. She smiles.

  "It’s just...that's the first time I have had sex since the trip." I feel slightly embarrassed telling her that. It makes me look like I am really hung up on her. But I am. It is the truth, and I want to be honest with from now on.

  "Are you serious?" her eyes are wide. She covers her mouth with a hand and stares at me. I nod slowly.

  "Swear to God."

  "Why?" she laughs.

  "What do you mean why?" I ask her back. "I am completely stuck with you."

  She gets quiet and rolls over on the bed next to me. She gets close to my face and bites her bottom lip.

  "I am still stuck with you."

  I throw my arms around her slim back and pull her close to me.

  "Then what are we doing?" I ask genuinely ask her, hoping that she will be able to finally provide me with some sort of answer or truth to our relationship.

  "That's what I wanted to talk to you about," she sighs. "It’s like we have this connection between us. You and I were made for each other. I just - what do we do?" She looks at me confused. And now, we are back to where this whole thing started. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I need to cautious about how I present this to her.

  "Sam?"

  "Hmm?" she hums.

  "Do you know that I was never officially dating Mallory? I want you to know that. My dad just was confused. I know it looked bad, but that's the truth. We weren't anything, and I stopped talking to her the day we got back from the trip."

  "Well, you didn't have to do that," Samantha says, exasperated. "I never wanted you to feel like you had to end things with someone."

  I kiss her forehead lightly.

  "You didn't. I ended it with her because I had meant to and I wanted to. And then being with you in the Bahamas made me know one hundred percent that you were all that I wanted forever."

  Samantha gets quiet and starts to get rather nervous. "Sam?"

  She nuzzles into my chest. "Sam," I repeat.

  "Can I ask you something?" she finally speaks up. And fuck, do I hate that question. My pulse begins to rise. I even start to sweat in literally a matter of seconds.

  "You can ask me anything."

  "Do you love me?" she inquires, propping her head on my chest and staring at me.

  "Yes," I say it back so fast, I don't even realize that the words have come out of my mouth. "I love you, Samantha, much more than you will ever know. I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you laying on the bar floor of Dave's because I knocked you over. I knew it then. And I hate myself for ruining it that night. But I love you. I always love you."

  A smile, wide and warm presses onto her lips. She leans in and kisses me again. I hold her against me, feeling her pulse on my chest. Our hearts close together. Her arms wrap around my head, as she holds me while we kiss. Her naked body is on mine, where it belongs. Our skin touches and her legs rub against mine. We kiss gently, nice and slow, taking our time. My heart feels light, but I feel strong. Finally, I have been able to tell her how I feel and she has decided to listen. She pulls her head away from me, and she sucks on her bottom lip. Then, a smile appears once again, and she is beaming.

  "I love you too, James. I want this. I want this forever."

  We kiss again and then again until our kisses turn into a string of laughter bubbling over from our throats as though it is uncontrollable.

  "This is amazing," I finally say with a long sigh.

  "So how do we do this?" she asks me. I slide my hand to her pussy and wiggle my fingers against her.

  "Well, ther
e are a lot of ways, and we have explored many possibilities."

  "No," she laughs, throwing her head back. I can feel her stomach tightening against mine.

  "Oh - sorry, what do you mean?" I wink.

  "Us," she says slowly. "You and me, how the fuck are we going to do this relationship?" I pull myself up in the bed and lean back against the head board. She curls up in my chest, listening to the sound of my heart beat.

  "Well, I think just like any normal couple does any normal couple things," I say, my fingers brushing through her hair. "We go on dates, we have lots of amazing sex, and sometimes we fight, but never too long."

  "I like all those ideas," she says calmly. "Are we going to tell our parents?"

  "Oh, yeah. I forgot about them," I say, chewing on my cheek.

  "And the whole family?"

  I smile.

  "How do you think they will take it?" I ask her.

  "I really have no idea."

  "I think Stan Man will be chill about it..." I really think it over," but I have no idea how Tonya will react."

  She sits up and grabs her phone.

  "I have good news though."

  "What?" I ask. "They are both in town tomorrow. So we can totally tell them at lunch."

  My eyes get wide.

  "This is pretty serious now, isn't it? You and me. I mean we are already going to meet each other's families."

  She laughs.

  "I hope my dad likes you!"

  "He'll probably hate me."

  I reach down and tickle her. She laughs and pushes me away.

  "Alright, I will text them so we can meet up." Her hands fly across the screen of the phone as she texts them quickly. And then she sets the phone to the side of the bed. Her eyes change, and they lock onto mine.

  "What?" I ask her.

  "How about in the meantime; we do a little bit more celebrating?" she whispers. Her hand creeps down to my cock. She bends over and slides it into her warm wet mouth.

  "Oh, fuck," I groan, at the unexpected sensation of sucking. "Fuck - I have missed you."

  Chapter 16

  Sam

  I chew on my bottom lip. Fuck I am nervous. I look over at James. He seems so calm and relaxed with everything. I have no idea how that's even possible.

  "I guess, my parent is the cool one," he says laughing.

  "This isn't funny. I am fucking freaking out."

  He shakes his head and rests his hand on his shoulder.

  "There is no way that they can be mad at us. It's not our fault that they made two attractive, smart babies who fell in love after meeting."

  I smile. He does make me feel a little better.

  "It's kind of nice that we are working together instead of against each other," I say to him. He smiles, and his hand reaches under the table, slipping right up my dress.

  "Oh, baby we work so well together." I push his hand away fast when I see Tonya and Stanley walk into the restaurant. We stand and hug our parents. My mom kisses both of us and then sits down next to Stanley.

  "Well, I do have to say," she begins. "That this is quite rather an amazing surprise."

  "I know," Stanley adds on," I had no idea you were going to be in town, James. Why didn't you call?"

  "It was ah- rather the last minute," James nod.

  "Well, I am glad that is happening."

  "Me too."

  I almost jump out of my seat. Underneath the table cloth, James' hand returns to under my dress. Is this his way of calming me down? Because it is doing the exact opposite.

  "So mom, dad," I start slowly. "James is actually down here, because something happened."

  They both look at one another rather concerned. James looks at me and smiles.

  "What is it?" Tonya asks. Her eyes are full of panic.

  My voice suddenly gets caught in my throat, so James takes over for me.

  "We are dating," he says with a nod.

  "What?" Stanley almost drops his glass of water.

  "Yes," I confirm, looking over at my step brother boyfriend, who sends me a wink. Tonya and my step dad stare at one another in disbelief.

  "I am shocked," she says.

  "As am I!" We could have sworn that you two really hated one another. We were so worried about the trip that we made a mistake by having you two together on it." He touches his face and shakes his head.

  "Well, shit we were wrong," Tonya says raising her eyebrows.

  James wiggles his fingers and gives me a little rub. I shiver at the touch and shoot him a glare. He finally pulls his hand away.

  "Is this okay with you guys?" I ask them both, hoping for some sort of supportive response.

  "Well..." Tonya starts. She looks around the room. It probably is a lot to take in. I try and remind myself that. I would not know how to react if my unrelated children were in love.

  "When did you two come to this conclusion. That you wanted to be together?" Stanley phrased his question carefully. I look at James. I know exactly when.

  "College," I say firmly. This really threw them for a ride.

  "College?" Tonya stutters.

  "Yes," James says. He takes my hand in his. "That's when we met, and that's when we fell in love."

  "Why did you neither of say something to us if you knew each other?" Stanley asks, his eyes bobbing between the both us.

  "Well," I start, chewing on my lip. "It is really complicated."

  "You know what?" Tonya says as she throws up her hands. "That's alright. I don't need to know all the details. You kids just keep doing whatever you do. If you want to be together, I think that is great. Why not? It's not like you grew up together."

  A wave of relief tumbles over me. That is all I wanted to hear.

  "What will you two do with the traveling issue?" Stanley asks. "I know that James is practically never home. How are you going to take care of that?"

  "Samantha is coming with me. She does marketing. She will be a great asset to the team."

  Our parent's nod.

  "Well, it seems like you two have it figured out," Tonya says. We smile at one another.

  "You know it took a while, but we finally got there. That is for sure," I say to James. He leans down and kisses me.

  "You do make quite an attractive couple."

  "Thanks, dad," Stanley says, rubbing my back.

  The meal ends, and I feel as though I am cloud nine. I had no idea that our parents were going to be so accepting of our relationship. It honestly makes me feel a little silly for being so hesitant about everything. I had no real reason to worry, except that I was holding myself back. James knew. I should have just trusted him. I remember suddenly, from the night we met how he told me to trust him. I did then, and I suppose in a way he was right. We made it here, together. Even if it was a weird journey.

  We return back to my apartment. I lay out on the couch. James stands in the kitchen drinking a tall glass of water. I watch as the liquid falls down into his mouth and throat.

  "So, my darling," he starts walking over to me. "I have a couple of meeting in Bangkok next week. Are you willing to pack everything up and come with me?" His dark eyes stare into mine.

  "That depends," I say. "Are you willing to make me cum right now?"

  A wolfish, hungry grin appears on his face.

  "Oh, baby, you know for a fact that is exactly what I want."

  His body climbs onto mine, and we begin to kiss. My hips reach for his, and they press onto him. He starts to dry hump my body, making my head spin and fill with desire. My body opens so easily for him, and the wetness spills out of my pussy. He sits up, taking me with him. And then, he pulls that giant hard cock out into the open, and pulls me right on top of it. I open my mouth as a loud moan escapes from out of me. The sensation feels so amazing. He bounces me up and down, and I ride his cock like it's my pleasure toy. It pulls me in and makes my body shiver with ecstasy.