Billionaire’s Fake 90 Day Fiancée (A BWWM and BBW Alpha Male Romance)

by Kylie Hudson

  “Are you suggesting that I am fat?” I stick my nose in the air regally, digging my fork into another chicken leg.

  “I am saying no such thing,” he chimes. “But now I know where all the food goes.”

  “Into my big ass,” I laugh. “That is what all of my friends say.”

  “I was going to say hips, but ass will do nicely,” he says licking his lips.

  “Now Ryker, are you admiring my hips?”

  “I think a man should be able to admire his fiancée, don’t you?”

  “Fake fiancée.”

  “Not fake, we are going to be wed, remember.”

  “A marriage of convenience, there is a difference. It’s not real, is it? It’s not like the marriage is going to be consummated.” My tummy flutters at the thought of an actual consummation and for once I meet his stare, not willing to back down. This staring match continues for over a minute with neither of us willing to give an inch, until finally I turn my eyes away to stop the hammering in my chest and that tingly sensation between my thighs. A soggy feeling develops in my sexual region and I realize that my panties are wet. Every part of my body is throbbing with desire and the folds between my legs seem to be jumping like jackrabbits.

  No freaking way? This is the last thing I need. I do not want this conceited prick to have any hold over my body. But a shiver is permeating my insides and my nipples have become beaded. I’m achy and swoony all over around Ryker and there is nothing I can do about it. My normally reliable body has let me down.

  Dinner complete, we retire to the patio where Ryker starts spinning some of the latest reggae sings. “I had my admin assistant look at your Instagram page to find out what kind of music you like. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Normally I would bristle at the invasion of my privacy, but I shake my head and begin rocking to the infectious beat. If there is one thing I love in this world and that’s music, particularly my Jamaican reggae. The latest song by reggae artiste Chronixx reverberates on the patio and I rise and begin swaying to the infectious beat, all the time noticing Ryker’s eyes roaming all over my body. I try pretending Ryker is not present; but he is here and my body is on fire. This can’t be real, my nipples are super hard, creating big points and my pulse is racing. I will just have to find something else to channel my energies.

  It is going to be dangerous around this man, but I have to keep my focus. I am here for a business marriage and then my freedom in America. Nothing less than that will do.

  CHAPTER 5

  Ryker

  The first three weeks following Siena’s arrival to Los Angeles have been interesting to say the least. She may be an island girl but she is opinionated and independent as hell.

  The positive spin is that she loves LA and all it stands for: all the movies stars, designer stores and the general scenery. Simply put, she says it’s her kinda town and I must confess that I have enjoyed showing her the sights by being her personal tour guide.

  There has also been a charged sexual tension between us. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to her. I mean, after all she is sexy by any standard, but the fact that she is Aiden’s stepdaughter and he has named me as her protector prevents me from hitting on her.

  Siena pretends as if she does not feel the same attraction, but on numerous occasions I catch her staring at me in a strange manner. She has a way of licking her lips when she thinks I am not looking, especially when I have finished my home gym workouts or while we take a swim in the pool.

  The slightest brush of her skin against mine causes my pulse to go haywire. It takes all my willpower not to try to accidentally stroke the small melons on her chest. Siena also proves to be a tease, as she loves to dress in tiny shorts around the house and bend over and show off her incredible ass when she knows that I am looking. And man, that camel toe of hers is so damn pronounced in her short attire, it is driving me up the wall. I have finally found out that blue balls is indeed a real condition.

  Each day is a separate adventure, with her teaching me Jamaican slangs and I helping her catch up on the latest Hollywood gossip. She has made me promise to take her to a movie set one of these days to watch the production and I have gladly consented.

  Siena also enjoys going out on the town, particularly to dinners and movies, and she takes pride in dressing up and turning heads. The looks we receive in public is another matter, I mean we are two attractive people in a town filled with many attractive people, but we get the wide-eyed looks wherever we go.

  I have no idea how long I can stay away from making a move on my fake fiancée, but this sexual tension is driving me up the wall and I have the feeling that something is going to give real soon.

  ***

  “Where the fuck have you been hiding this little thing?” My boy Carson Quinn, one of my poker playing billionaire buddies, who also lives in the Hollywood Hills asks, his eyes straining to catch a good look at Siena. He has just arrived at a small welcome party I am staging by the main poolside in Siena’s honor. It’s a shindig with a few starlets Siena’s age, whose company I thought she would enjoy, as well as some of my friends who I wanted to meet my fiancée.

  “Careful how you look at the girl, after all she is my fiancée.” My eyes trail after Siena, greedily drinking in the view with wonder and awe. Carson and I are both seasoned pussy hounds, but he is my boy and knows where to draw the line. “Listen dude, it’s a business arrangement for an old friend. I will tell you about it one day.” I place my arm around his shoulder, leading him toward pool. “Come and meet her.”

  “You lucky son of a gun.” He pushes away my arm. “Business marriage my ass, look at the girl, she is a rare beauty, you must be mad in wanting to let her go.”

  “I have no choice in the matter…it’s complicated,” I stress as we arrive at the edge of the pool just as Siena steps out of the water, and try as I might I can’t fucking take her eyes off her magnificent body. She runs her fingers through her wet hair, teeth parting in a smile. The wet bikini top, that is much too small for her, clings to her tits like a second skin, showing off her hard, round nipples as they threaten to pop out of their confinement. She turns, revealing there is just a string protecting her ass, and the tiny triangle that barely covers the large mound at the front is now soaked and totally indecent, revealing what is definitely a camel toe. The moonlight kisses her ass cheeks which resembles something created by Michelangelo himself. Now she bends over, spreading those same cheeks so they are directly in my line of sight and I begin to ache all over.

  My cock lurches, threatening to slide down the leg of my swim trunks and my eyes cannot help but devour her incredible body.

  I groan brokenly.

  Fuck, water from the pool is rolling down her young, nubile body, giving her the look of a perfect 10. Thank God I chose to hear a large bathing trunk, specifically because I knew the sight of her in a bikini would cause this very same feeling I am now experiencing.

  Looking at Siena makes my mouth fucking dry and I can’t help but imagine my cock tucked between her ass cheeks, rutting inside her until I blast my nut somewhere deep in her belly. Make no bones about it, the girl is a tease. She knows every man’s eyes are on her tonight and she is playing it to the hilt. I want to pluck out all the eyes that are following her every move, but I can’t; these are friends and business associates so I am powerless to go all crazy and shit.

  But why the fuck am I so concerned about who is ogling Siena when we are just in a simple business arrangement?

  It’s been three weeks since she arrived in Los Angeles and tonight is sort of her coming out party. “Siena!” I throw her a towel which she catches and breaks out into her patented giggle. It’s obvious she is having a good time, with young people around, good dance music and a nice party vibes. “Come and meet one of my buddies, Carson.”

  “Delighted to meet a friend of my sweetheart,” she says, wrapping her arm around my waist and looking every bit the doting fiancée. She is talking to Carson, but
her eyes are resting on me. It’s our little game of playing the loving couple and tonight she is laying it on thick. She extends her free hand which Carson shakes and stifles a grin.

  “I just had to meet the woman who tamed the great Ryker Dean.” He winks playfully. “And now I see why. You are absolutely gorgeous, Siena.”

  Siena blushes up a storm. “Thank you, but I didn’t know that my fiancée was wild.” She feigns innocence. “I guess you have to tell me some of those naughty stories about Ryker one of these days.”

  Carson doubles over with laughter. “This is my cue to take my leave before Ryker socks me one,” he says, heading toward a group of women. “See you lovebirds later.”

  Siena wraps her arm in mine, her eyes lightly glossed. Her small melons bounce from side to side and her hips sway in an illicit manner. It’s obscene for one woman to look this sexy. She has been drinking champagne and is obviously feeling no pain. “Thanks for the party,” she coos, holding on a bit too tightly. “You have fun friends and those young movie starlets are wild and crazy.”

  My cock is loaded like a fucking shotgun ready to fire off wads of come. “I just figured you needed some time around people your own age.” I straighten the front of my shorts, praying she doesn’t notice the bulge that has formed, but too late, her eyes descend below my waist and quickly jerk back up. Siena’s chest is heaving, tits juggling and her breaths are coming out a bit quicker. “You are a hit, pretty girl. Everyone loves you and they are convinced we are madly in love. Good job, wouldn’t you say?”

  She rubs her hand in my head. “So we got them fooled, eh; couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

  Is it really far from the truth? I wonder. The more I have gotten to know Siena, the harder it has become to be around her. I don’t mean it’s been bad, but my cock has been straining at the leash, even forcing me to jack off one night, nutting into the sheets, with visions of my dick buried in her sweet cunt etched in my mind.

  Man, it’s obvious she likes to tease me. Even though I have bought her tons of clothes, she enjoys dressing in itsy bitsy shorts which barely cover her ass and tank tops which clearly outline the sweet jugs on her chest, any time I am around.

  Now, with Siena tucked in my arms, my cock is leaking pre-cum. If she keeps this up I may just have to find some of my exes and fuck the living daylights out of them. Imagine two weeks without any pussy, this is driving me nuts.

  As we slide over to where a number of young starlets are dancing, Siena jumps into the thick of things and begins swaying her hips, grinding away like only Jamaicans can. She has an amazing rhythm and I stand totally mesmerized by her movements, watching her tight backside move from left to right and the way her tits rise and fall, totally mesmerized by her movements.

  “She is something, isn’t she?” My friend and business partner Parker Brady, another of my neighbors who himself recently got married to a ravishing big, beautiful black girl and seems the happier for it, says with a smile.

  “That she is, but as I told you man, it’s just to get her a Green Card. I owe her stepdad and what the hell, why not?”” My eyes are still on Siena who is dropping it like it’s hot, being egged on by the crowd. A shrinking violet my fiancée certainly is not. And yes, all the time her eyes are trained on me.

  Someone passes Siena anther glass of champagne which she quickly gulps down and her shrill laughter fills the night. “Last one in the pool is a loser,” she says as she and most of the girls rush and hurl into the pool, splashing water on the rest of us.

  Siena surfaces and beckons animatedly to me. “Ryker, honey, aren’t you coming into the pool?” She has a way of putting on her little girl voice whenever she wants her own way. I laugh and shake my head, but Parker pushes me forward, urging me to join her.

  So I dive into the pool and scoops Siena into my arms, her thick, curvy body feeling like a fuck doll in my arms. Something primal flares in her eyes as my arms encircle her waist and pull her closer to me. She giggles and splashes water in my face. “So it’s a water war you want, girl,” I exclaim, splashing her back. This leads to a game of spraying water at each other, until having had enough, I seize hold of her. I can smell her femininity and her hot breath brushes against my cheeks, causing my heart to spurt in my chest. Then without warning, her legs wrap around my waist and my cock connects with the front of her tiny triangle. I moan brokenly as electric shocks jolt my entire body and I grind my back teeth to keep from pressing my cock into her inviting flesh. Siena’s eyes close and she places her arms around my neck. Her lips are mere centimeters away from mine. Shit, her bee-stung lips are ripe for the plucking, resembling rosy pussy lips and I have never wanted to kiss a woman so bad. Siena’s pussy seems to be vibrating against my cock and it takes all my willpower not to pull it down the leg of my shorts and force my length inside her hot box.

  My heart is rejoicing in my fucking chest as my cock lurches against her mound and I suck in drags of air and count backwards to keep from nutting on her unbelievable warm and enticing feminine folds. “You are enjoying yourself,” I grunt in her ears.

  Shyness fades from her eyes. “And you too I see, judging from what I am feeling pressing against me.”

  “We are threading on dangerous grounds.” My eyes are mesmerized by the soft valley of her breasts.

  Her fingers claw at my back. “Is the great Ryker saying he has the hots for this young Jamaican punaany,” she hisses through her teeth. Siena has a fire in her eyes that tells me she is in a very provocative mood.

  “I am just saying I am not a man to play with, girl. You don’t want to bite off more than you can chew,” I respond choppily.

  Siena grinds her hips against me defiantly, eyes rolling over in her head as if daring me to make a move. Does she know that Ryker Dean is not a man to be dared like this?

  Like a tortured man, my fingers curl around her ass cheeks and I pull her against my cock which is now sticking out like a tent pole. Her eyes go dark as she feels me harden against her folds. No one is paying any attention to us; they are all caught up in the music and alcohol.

  My fingers completely circle her ass and a hiss escapes her lips. “Ryker, what are you doing?” she asks as her body flattens against mine, her nipples beading.

  “You have been teasing me with this ass tonight, I just have to feel it,” I say raggedly, my fingers clawing her cheeks, causing a low moan to escape her lips. Her tits are hardening even more, and nipples jutting out like small coins. Her body is softening in welcome to my touch as she presses her face against my chest shuddering, a hum of satisfaction slipping from her lips; a sound that helps to feed my hunger.

  Rough hands squeeze and caress her bottom, finally resting a finger at the crack between her legs. My fucking lord, I can feel her pussy lips, two enlarged folds that must have been fashioned by the gods. “You are turning me on; you should stop.” She is saying those words but slowly gyrating on my fingers. I stroke her pussy between the tiny triangle, enjoying the softness of her tender lips. If I chose to, I could slip a finger inside her cunt, stroke her clit and pop her off right in front of these people.

  Tortured moans squeeze past Siena’s lips as I massage her sensitive nub a tad faster, causing her to shiver in my arms. My blood is boiling and my heart pounding incessantly like a gong. “Oh, Ryker, I am so wet, baby. Why are you torturing me? What about these people by the poolside, won’t they know what we are doing?”

  But I am too far gone to care, and slowly I pull away the triangle, exposing her bare pussy to my fingers. “Oh shit…oh shit,” she mews, my caresses igniting a passion in her that appears to have been dormant for too long. My swirling fingers stroke her, spreading her wide and sending her into shivers of ecstasy. “Ryker, please. Please baby,” she whimpers. “You are killing me.”

  Siena plus-size body jerks as she begins to moan into my ears, dipping her nails into my ass and bracing against my cock still embedded in my trunks, grinding ferociously against it. To the world we appear to
be bouncing and playing in the water, little do they know I am massage her sweet little cunt and dry humping my fake fiancée before their very eyes.

  Playing with Siena’s pussy in public is an extra turn on, the feel of her body going crazy against me, tits pushing against my shoulder and ass grinding is almost too much to bear. I need to slip my cock into this Jamaican pussy; to taste the sweet nectar of island cunt.

  “Are you taking pleasure in seeing me like this, Ryker?” Siena hisses in my ear. Her voice is throaty and her breath hot and erogenous.

  Man, I tell you again, if it were anywhere but here and with any other woman but Siena, my throbbing cock would be sliding into this sweet little pussy right now, rutting in her flesh until I blasted gobs of cum into her womb.

  But I fight the feeling to impale her and continue stroking her drenched trigger, watching her face contort with passion. Damn it, I am enchanted by the way she is biting her lips and her dark eyes shrouded with lust. “I guess I shouldn’t be teasing my fiancée like this,” I grunt, my voice coarse and anxious. “But your little pussy feels almost too good to stop.”

  Siena’s eyes bulge even wider as I curve my finger and stroke her deep and slow, while my thumb parts the throbbing folds of her labia. I slip a second finger into her and she almost jumps out of the water. I know if I keep this up she is going to come on my fingers. Still, I don’t want the first time I make her orgasm to be with my hands, rather with my tongue or cock. So reluctantly I cease playing with her pussy, my eyes peering into the crowd of revelers who are too caught up in drinking and their own conversations to notice our shenanigans, after all we are supposed to be madly in love with each other; so in love that I brought her all the way to Los Angeles from Jamaica.

  Siena, however, is far from happy with the cessation of my fingers against her slit and pinches my shoulder. “You are such an awful tease; do you turn on all your women and leave them high and dry?” Her face contorts and her hips slowly lose their circular steam as she drops her legs back into the bottom of the pool.