January On Fire: A Firefighter Fake Marriage Romance

by Chase Jackson

  “Ah! Cole!”

  “This is what you get when you tease me like this.” He pushed me roughly on his cock, moving me like I was some rag doll as he increased the tempo quickly. “I get to fuck your brains out.”

  His commanding voice was so sexy. “Yes, Cole.”

  “Good girl.”

  The way his cock pierced through my pussy was more than I could handle, and for several moments I was just screaming as the searing pleasure burst through me again and again.

  “You’re so wet for me, baby. You feel perfect.”

  I dug my nails into his shoulders as he pounded me to another orgasm, but even though I tried to raise myself up, already too sensitive, he pushed me back down and continued fucking me hard and fast.

  “What are you doing?!” I screamed and rolled my head, closing my eyes shut. It was too much! He didn’t stop, mercilessly thrusting. He pushed me backward, making me lie on my back as he knelt with my legs around him, and pushed into me at a new angle.

  “Ah!” This was even deeper! He was hitting me so hard now and it was so strong... I couldn’t bear this... I... “I’m coming!” I screamed again and came hard, soaking Cole with my juices, and the next moment he came too.

  “Addison,” he groaned and pushed into me one last time. “That was so good, baby.”

  I smiled lazily at him, still unable to catch my breath. I felt so spent, but Cole had other plans for me. “Come with me. I have an idea.” His eyes glimmered with excitement.

  He pulled out of me and pulled me by hand off the bed and out to the balcony. “Cole! Where are you taking me?”

  Twenty- Two

  Addison

  The balcony led to the secluded beach behind the house, and it felt rather unusual being naked practically in public. I knew no one was probably around, but it still felt taboo.

  “Let’s swim for a bit.”

  “What?” I laughed. “But what if someone sees us?”

  “Don’t worry. We are all alone here tonight.”

  We reached the small beach with the white sand that had a great sea view. Cole pulled me to the water that was surprisingly warm. “So how do you feel so far, Mrs. Brennan? Are you enjoying our honeymoon?” He swam near me, circling me as I floated in one place.

  There was something truly erotic in the way our naked bodies glimmered under the moonlight, and like always, I was wondering how lucky I was to get Cole as my husband. And to think it all started with me losing my job.

  “It is even better than I imagined.” The water relaxed me, soothing the ache in my body after the wild sex we’d just had. “I love you, Cole.”

  He swam to me and grabbed my face. “I love you too, baby.” He started kissing me all over my face. His nearness was intoxicating, and I loved the feeling of his hard muscles under my fingertips. It screamed power and dominance, and it made me hot even in the cool water. My pussy was already reacting to Cole, pulsating again, and I could feel him becoming tense too.

  “I can never get enough of you,” he murmured and brought me close to the shore.

  The water reached our waists now, so we stood against each other as our hands roamed all over our bodies. We were all hands and lips, becoming more aroused each second. He pushed me backward until we got out of the water and then he helped me lie down. The sand on my back was hard, but it didn’t bother me, since all I could focus on was Cole in between my legs, pressing his mouth against my pussy with urgency.

  I arched my back and pushed my hips into him, trying to feel him as much as possible. His hands slid over my upper thighs as his tongue moved over my clit, and I was already squirming and moaning under him.

  “Ah, that is so good, Cole. You will make me come again like that. Yes! Right there...”

  I grinded against him as the pressure in my mound increased. He thrust three digits into my hole and started fucking me fast as he sucked my swollen clit. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I rolled my hips and pressed his head tighter against me, my orgasm building quickly as his fingers worked faster in me. “Cole!” I cried out and convulsed hard, losing myself in another shattering orgasm.

  “You are so hot, baby.” He came above me and thrust into me before my orgasm wore off, and I screamed in a sudden burst of pleasure. “I love your warm, wet pussy squeezing my cock like this. I want nothing more than to fuck you again and again for the rest of our lives.”

  “Not just the next ninety days then?” I still wasn’t sure what would happen when our deal was over.

  “We can practice for the next ninety days, for our forever.”

  His words turned me on. Practicing sounded like a great idea. Even though I already orgasmed several times, it was always easy for him to make me come again, and I felt the knots forming in my stomach when he brought me closer to another climax.

  “Fuck me harder, Cole.” He groaned and rammed more forcefully into me. He brought my legs on his shoulders and dug his fingers into my ass.

  “You’re only mine, Addison. This perfect, little pussy is only mine.” He was breathing heavily, and his movements were wild as he came closer to his orgasm. He groaned and stilled, shuddering hard as he spurted his seed deep into me—never taking his eyes off me—and this triggered another climax in me. I moaned and writhed, losing myself in my pleasure.

  He lowered my legs and brought his forehead on mine, trying to catch his breath. “Addison, this was amazing.”

  “Yeah.”

  He separated himself from me and lay down next to me. We were holding hands as we watched the stars above us. I glanced at him and found him deep in thoughts as he gazed at the dark sky.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked him.

  “I’m thinking about how I wish there was some shooting star right now.”

  “Oh? Why?”

  He looked at me and smiled. He was so beautiful. “I want to make a wish.”

  “Really? So if you saw one, what would you wish? I don’t think we should add a boating trip to this honeymoon.”

  He laughed, “No, I’m not wishing for that. Not after last time.”

  I watched his hands mindlessly cross his stomach.

  He looked at the stars again. “I would wish we could have a new family member soon.”

  My heart jumped in my chest and I felt happiness spreading in me. “Oh really?”

  “Yes.” He looked at me again. “Here I am—thinking how great it would be if you could get pregnant tonight.”

  I grinned widely. This was something I’d been planning to tell him and I just waited for the right time...

  I stood up and walked around the beach until I found a stick. He looked at me curiously. “What are you doing?”

  I took one small stick and started making letters in the sand with it.

  “Hey, Addison?” I didn’t answer anything until I was done.

  “Okay. Here. Take a look.” I motioned with my hand to the letters on the sand.

  He stood up, his confusion written all over his face. He came over and stopped right next to me.

  “You don’t need a shooting star,” he read and cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

  Oh, he was so adorable when he was confused. I walked several feet away from him and started writing new letters. I motioned him to read it when I finished. He approached me and read, “Because your wish came true.” He snapped his head at me. “What?”

  I giggled and moved to a new spot. I wrote new words and told him to come and read them.

  “A new family member is coming,” he read, and I could see that he was becoming excited. “Addison, what does this mean?”

  I rolled my eyes and wrote new words beneath the last ones.

  “Dummy, I’m pregnant,” he read and his face twisted into a most radiant smile I’d ever seen on him. “So yeah, guess what? Your new wife apparently gets crazy jealous when she’s hormonal.”

  “You are pregnant?!” he shouted in joy and I finally erupted into laughter.

  “Yes!”
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br />   “Addison!” He closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. “Oh baby, I can’t believe this!” He brought his hands around my waist and lifted me up in the air.

  “Cole, what are you doing?” I squealed as he spun me around.

  “Baby, I love you so much!” he shouted, still spinning me around, and I was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

  “If you keep doing that I’m going to be sick!”

  “Oh. I’m sorry.” He put me down immediately, grabbing me cheeks. His eyes burned into mine. “I love you so much, Addison.” He pressed his lips against mine. “I can’t believe this. Thank you. Thank you for everything. I’m so happy right now! You have no idea how much.”

  I laughed. “Are you becoming emotional?”

  He frowned, slightly embarrassed. “No.”

  “Yes, you are. Your eyes are totally teary now.”

  “No, they are not.”

  “Yes, they are.”

  “You’re imagining things.”

  I was so happy. I had this gorgeous man and soon we were going to have a baby, and I felt like the happiest person alive. “I should thank you, Cole. You totally saved me that day in the pub.”

  We kissed again, melting into each other. This was a perfect honeymoon and I never wanted it to end.

  Soon our kiss became heated, and I could feel his cock hardening against me again. “Dr. Brennan, are we getting a little desperate?” I asked, teasing me.

  He didn’t respond immediately, bringing his hand to my wet core. I needed him inside of me now.

  “I don’t know, Addison. Are we?”

  Touché.

  Thank you so much for reading Doctor’s Fake Proposal!

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  1

  Foster

  “The building really is a steal. The company’s going out of business, and the price they’re offering is all inclusive. They aren’t even trying to sell off the furniture on any of the levels in order to try and recoup money. The guy’s just fucking bailing.”

  “Doesn’t sound like a very smart man to me,” I said. “I’ve got no issues buying from him the potential he doesn’t see.”

  “That’s why I wanted to meet you at your office today instead of waiting until this afternoon. If I can secure this price, then we’ll have our pick of what they’ve got in that building to use. I can hire someone to haul out the rest of the shit, and we can get this project going.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Does that mean the meeting this afternoon is canceled?” I asked. “Can you guys handle something like that without me there?”

  “Yes, Mr. Dobson. We’ll be just fine once we’ve gotten your approval.”

  “Then, you’ve got it,” I said.

  “This’ll put you on the map.”

  “I’m already on the map,” I said. “Now, I want to be the map. I want people to come to me when they want something from that building. I’ve got massive plans for it.”

  “Then, that is something we can do. All you need to do is-”

  “Approve every single solitary change I want to make with the board, no matter what. Every faucet. Every piece of wallpaper-- which there will be none-- and every change of every toilet seat. Got it,” I said.

  “I know you don’t like that part-”

  “No, I don’t. I don’t like the fact that I own this company and have for five years, and yet a table full of old ass rich men somehow get to decide whether I’ve done my job well enough. They don’t own this company. They aren’t the experts. They simply hold stock and invest consistently in my projects. If I was bad at my job, they wouldn’t keep investing. That’s proof enough, the fact that they’re all still sitting there,” I said.

  “And I agree wholeheartedly, Mr. Dobson, but that’s just the way things are.”

  “Well, maybe things need to-...change.” A yawn peeled from my lips even as I was saying it. I’d done this song and dance a million fucking times. Some independent idiot would come in and want to start their own complex or condominium station and try to pimp it out. They’d really do it up-- jet bathtubs in all the main bathrooms, king-sized beds. Really furnish up the place and rent out the rooms to businessmen.

  What they didn’t understand was that businessmen who came to New York either stayed in hotels because they wanted to discreetly bang someone or they stayed in the home of whoever they were banging.

  Luxury condominiums never worked anywhere in the city unless you were selling them.

  It was my fifth property I’d acquired in the past seven years doing this type of shit. I’d come in to the owner panicking with his balls between his legs and he’d beg me for the best possible estimate I could provide. I’d buy him out, so he wouldn’t be in half the debt he’s currently in, then I’d take everything and turn it into what it should’ve been. The money I brought in from these projects could power an entire third-world country for ten years.

  And I was about to make a shitload more money with this latest venture.

  “Something boring you?”

  “Yes. You. Get out. You’ve got my approval. Come back to me when the construction crew is ready to revamp. I control that part,” I said.

  “Just make sure you give me a rundown of things you want to change and get it to me. I can run at least some of it by the board so you don’t have to be, you know, bored anymore. That’ll give you a bit more freedom to go ahead and get some things done.”

  “Just write the word ‘everything’ on a sheet of paper and slide it across the table. I’m sure they’ll get the message then,” I said.

  The guy I was talking to was my project manager. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t care. He was a full-time worker when I needed him, and he sat on my board taking up space when I didn’t. Honestly, I was really hoping he’d bring me something more interesting. I’d always wanted to revamp a theater or an opera house. Something in the entertainment industry that hadn’t sold itself out just yet to the modern era of entertainment.

  I could bring a richness back to the arts that had long been lost. Every time I went to the symphony or the opera they were always trying to raise funds because they couldn't get enough asses in those seats. Sure, there were people who found that kind of thing stuffy. But, choirs and symphonies alike were updating themselves to become more appealing to the masses.

  But those fucking amphitheaters and concert halls. They looked like something out of a dusty 1940s sleazy sex joint.

  I could sink my bored-ass teeth into a project like that.

  I took over the company after my dad passed five years ago. He didn’t have any help from his parents when starting this business, either. But I had a start. I shat on my parent’s views of college and started taking out loans and flipping houses to get money. Then, I started flipping those homes and renting them out. At one point, I had over one-hundred properties in my name and was raking in the money. I invested well and was living just fine until my dad passed, then the responsibility of his business fell to my shoulders.

  Now-- at thirty-seven years of age-- I was the largest and wealthiest real estate mogul in the country. I specialize in all things real estate, but my passion was buying out all these failures other people endure just so I can make them better.

  And it all started because I was crushing down walls and updating homes.

  Honestly? I thought my father’s business would be more exciting when I was a kid. I saw him showing all these awesome properties and making people so happy. I thought he was, like, Superman or some shit. He was giving people their dreams in the form of houses, and I watched him grow from selling cookie-cutter houses in the suburbs to managing some of the most expensive properties New York City had to offer.

  But holy fuck, showing homes was boring. You had to know shit about the house, like the plumbing and property taxes. You had to
answer questions like ‘would this room be good for a nursery?’ or ‘when was the last time this bathroom was updated?’

  Bitch, I don’t know. I don’t live there. Do you want it or not?

  That’s why, when I took this company to the soaring heights it flies now, I now hired people to do all that shit. The realtors that worked underneath me didn’t work for a salary, but they were paid some of the highest commissions in the city. I had real estate agents knocking down my fucking door just to put in their application in case someone quit. Not having a salary forced them to sell, and the high commission percentage let them know how much I appreciated their enthusiasm for selling.

  It was a win-win scenario.

  But, even though I got that part of the business off my back, I still had to deal with other types of bullshit. Like stocks and the shareholders and boring ass boardroom meetings. Holy hell, the old men around here loved their board meetings. And those suckers weren’t like, five or ten minutes.

  I fucking sat in a boardroom meeting for four hours last week.

  Four hours!

  Last fucking week!

  But, now that the meeting this afternoon was canceled, I decided to take an early day. I could already feel my stress levels rising just thinking about the board meetings to come. I’d need to approve everything through them to make sure everyone was onboard before I’d be able to do any of the shit I actually liked doing, which was making everything better than it was in the beginning.

  I was a fixer.

  An improver.

  The club downtown, The Rose Club, boasted of some of the finest women this city had to offer. They were vetted by appearance at the door by the bouncers and there was always someone willing to sit in the billionaires’ lap. They’d do anything to get into the VIP area with me, especially when I was known for wining and dining them in the evenings.

  You know, before fucking them stupid into the mattress and ruining them for any other man in their lives.

  So, in order to blow off some steam, that was exactly where I was headed. I was going to find me a nice piece of ass to come sit on my lap. I was going to feed her wines and decadent fruits she’d suck between her lips before I pulled out my cock and mesmerized her with it. Never had a woman refused the thick dick I had packing underneath my pants, and I could feel it.