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

by Kylie Hudson

  My fingers trail over the fabric of the case holding my laptop, notebooks and other devices stationed beside me. “Well, I do have several homes in New York and I had planned to use the Manhattan Penthouse…but,” my voice trails off, leaving her in suspense.

  “But what?” Siena slaps me hard on the shoulder and then proceeds to try and tickle me in the ribs. I push her hands away playfully, enjoying the show of affection, but mostly because her slightest touch causes my cock to begin throbbing. I learnt quite early that when a woman really digs you she gets rather touchy-feely. “Don’t leave me in suspense, dude,” she hoots, folding her hands at first and then resting them at the back of her neck.

  “If you want, just for tonight, and for only one night, we could stay at a hotel of your choice.” I pretend to lean back against the leather seat, but instead poke her in the side, eliciting peals of laughter.

  “So you want to tickle? Are you sure you can manage, babes.” Siena proceeds to stage a tickle wrestling match in the back seat, and for the next few minutes we are like two kids trying to best each other. As we cease our byplay, she settles into my arms and her eyes literally change shades. They are now glaring at me rather intensely. Her chest rises and falls like they might explode with emotions, and as her tits poke against me I feel my own pulse racing.

  I kid you not, sitting here in the car with my big, beautiful goddess of desire so close to me, is causing my heart to be doing somersaults in my chest. Her full-figure is well-cushioned and this girl must have been created in a lab to drive men wild.

  Heat melts in my groin and I want nothing more than to indulge in her tender flesh. Siena gingerly places were hand on my crotch, seemingly uncertain how to proceed. Then that hand becomes bolder and traces the outline of my now heavy erection. If she keeps this up I surely will bust a nut in my pants.

  “Shit, girl, you are driving me fucking crazy,” I creak. “Be careful you don’t start something you can’t finish.” But that wanton stare tells me the whole excitement of being in New York is bringing out the more adventurous side of my new fiancée. So I press the controls, and a partition appears, automatically blocking the chauffeur from being able to see what is transpiring in back seat. Now, I await her next move with great anticipation.

  If Siena keeps stroking my cock I may just end up fucking her in the car, but I know there is no time for that right now as we are but a few minutes away from being in the city and she wants to catch the sites before it gets too dark to enjoy. Dusk has descended on Manhattan and its core is just beginning to be lit, creating an even more alluring imagery.

  I grab her roughly, taking her by surprise and plant a scorching kiss on her lips. It’s a brutal kiss, with my lips burning into hers before pulling away, leaving her panting and her eyes rolling in her head. “You sure know how to say hello to New York,” Siena mutters, then grins and presses her bee-stung lips on mine, sliding her supple tongue into my mouth playfully. Her lips are warm and succulent and I find myself drifting over the edge of mount passion. I am horny as fuck, while desire is mingling in her hot throat, pulling me into its vortex. A powerful force passes between us; a wild, sexual heat that threatens to consume us both.

  Reluctantly, I disengage my lips from Siena’s. As much as I want to fuck her again, that will have to wait, as I have a few events up my sleeve to mark her first evening in New York. As if on cue, the town car pulls up in front of Saks Fifth Avenue. “How do you feel about a little shopping?” I ask, already knowing the answer to my question.

  A grin covers my face as Siena peers outside the window, her eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Saks Fifth Avenue? Really, Ryker? I have always wanted to go visit that store.”

  “Well, now’s your chance.” I open the door and alight from the car, taking Siena by the hand and leading her inside the famous designer store. She is grinning from ear-to -ear, stopping by the various designers section, and when not running her fingers through the fabric, she is posing for selfies. I can’t help but be swept up in her excitement. I guess I have taken some things for granted, and now seeing them from her eyes, has awoken a whole new world for me.

  “You can buy anything you want,” I chirp, as a sales agent rushes over and quickly springs into action, offering advice to Siena as she shows her various items on sale.

  “Do you really mean it when you say anything?” She glances around at me as she examines a pair of designer jeans.

  “That’s what I said.”

  “Be careful how you tell a girl to buy anything in a shopping area.” There is a twinkle in her eyes.

  “By anything, I mean anything.” Siena rushes over and gives me another of her patented hugs and squeals in delight.

  So the next hour is spent with her trying on various outfits and posing for my nod of appreciation. Fuck, this girl looks fabulous in just about everything she puts on. Plus-size be damned, her body is made for fashionable clothing. I find myself wanting to please her. The fact that she has never had a chance to enjoy the finer things in life, no thanks to her stepdad, makes me go overboard, and at the end of our little shopping expedition the trunk of the town car is loaded with shopping bags.

  “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” Siena looks at me, dark eyes turning a shade darker. “No one has ever taken me shopping like this before. It’s an experience I will always cherish, even when we have parted.” There is a forlorn expression on her face which is melting my heart.

  Why the fuck am I feeling this way? I have taken many women shopping in the past and usually it is a boring exercise, but today, with Siena, it was rather exhilarating. Slowly, it’s beginning to dawn on me that I am starting to like this young woman much more than I care to admit.

  Inside the town car, Siena settles back in her seat and continues to peer outside, looking up in awe at the many skyscrapers and some of Manhattan’s famous monuments. “Let’s get home and change, I want to take you out to dinner, and if you’re a good girl I’ll show you some of New York’s famous night life.” That catches her attention as she bolts upright and begins pawing at her hair.

  “And what would I get for being a bad girl?” Her mouth quirks upwards in a mischievous smile, dark eyes twinkling like the North Star and tits popping like they want to be sucked or to have my cock sliding between them. It takes all my self-control to remove my eyes from her jugs, the nipples of which appear hardened beneath the fabric. My cock twitches incessantly, lurching in my boxers.

  My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “You will just have to wait and find out?”

  Siena erupts into laughter, banging my knee with her fist, further inciting my still throbbing organ.

  Our driver, who also happens to be one of my bodyguards when I am in New York, pulls up in front of my Central Park South apartment. My company owns the top three floors of the expansive building. The penthouse is for my exclusive use whenever I am in The Big Apple, while the other two are used for a range of company activities.

  “So this is where you live in New York?” Siena’s eyes turn to the sky and then back toward me. “Who really are you, Ryker? Have you been honest with me about how you and my father really knew each other?” The scrunches her brows until lines form on her forehead.

  “Just living the American dream, Siena. A poor boy that made it big with the help of mentors like your father.”

  She smirks, but I tap her on the ass, and gently ease her to the large entrance doors.

  Bob, the doorman, races in our direction, a big smile plastered all over his face at the sight of Siena. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Dean and you too Miss.”

  “Bob, this is Siena, my fiancée,” I say, as he takes some of the shopping bags from the chauffeur.

  His eyes survey Siena from head to toe, quickly sizing her up. “Nice to meet you, Miss Siena, and congratulations on your engagement.”

  “The pleasure is mine, Bob,” Siena answers, entering the lobby. Bob steers us toward the private elevator which stops at the pen
thouse exclusively. It’s one of the security features of the building that I enjoy. My bodyguards had arrived before us and swept the apartment and building, just in case anyone was lying in wait, but the all-clear sign went up, so we proceed to my pad.

  Once inside the apartment, I usher Siena to be bedroom on the second floor. I think I detect a slight look of disappointment on her face, but it could be my imagination. “It really is lovely, thank you, Ryker,” she interjects, kissing me on the cheeks and fluttering her lashes.

  “Welcome to New York,” I reply. “Let the fun begin.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Siena

  Ryker takes me into the most luxurious apartment I have ever seen, decorated with exquisite white furnishings while exotic paintings adorn the walls. What kills me most are the floor to ceiling glass windows which offer a fantastic view of Central Park and its environs. I have seen videos and read so much about Central Park that it takes my breath away and seems totally unreal that I am in an apartment in the sky overlooking that famous New York landmark.

  I wander around the apartment like a star-struck kid, touching sections of the décor and bouncing up and down in the enormous sofa that almost takes up the entire downstairs living room. There is also a large dining room, while upstairs are three bedrooms and an indoor pool. It’s all totally surreal, overwhelming perhaps, and I have to pinch myself to see if I am dreaming.

  My bedroom is also to die for and I jump into and roll around in the king-sized bed, hugging the pillows. My fiancée has given me notice that we leave for dinner is an hour, so I scamper into the bathroom which houses a Jacuzzi tub and double marble bathroom sinks.

  I take a short stint in the Jacuzzi before entering the shower and turning on the triple jets. The warm water cascades down my body and causes a tingle when it hits my breasts. Thoughts of Ryker dance in my head, causing my nipples to swell. Instinctively, my fingers reach upward and begin to tweak my nipples, and I find myself imagining that they are Ryker’s mighty paws. A gasp escapes my lips. My sex is steaming and I can’t help myself, my naughty finger begins to slowly stroke my clit up and down, then slowly rotate until the nub catches fire. It feels so good, that I keep on touching my pleasure center until I am almost at the point of exploding in an orgasm. My legs begin to wobble and I have to pull my hand away, my body still shuddering from the intense pleasure. It’s strange, because I have never masturbated before, and now this man is driving me into unchartered territory.

  But I would rather have something bigger and harder massaging my sexual areas. My little finger just won’t cut it tonight.

  Sighing, I dress and apply my make-up, taking time to fit into a tight red dress which we had bought at Saks. It hugs my large frame like a glove. I am happy I am a curvy girl with tits and ass, as this dress shows off all my assets, giving me that extra feeling of confidence as I prepare to head out on the town with my handsome fake beau.

  Smiling to myself, I exit the room and make my way down the stairs.

  Now let’s see if Ryker approves.

  My fiancée is pouring himself his usual Single Malt when I appear, strutting my stuff with my most sultry walk. Ryker spins around, his eyes pops and he smiles in appreciation of my efforts. “Someone looks good enough to eat tonight,” he says, examining all my bountiful curves. So far so good, my objective has been achieved.

  “It’s a pity some people don’t have a sweet tooth.” I tilt my head backward, the way I have seen the divas do in the movies. “Just think of what they are missing out on.”

  Ryker belches out a hearty laugh. “Let’s go to dinner, I am starved,” he says, placing his hand in mine and leading me to the door. It appears he in a rather possessive mood tonight, and that suits me just fine. Being in New York has put me on cloud nine and I am ready to do my little Jamaican thing and show my reluctant 90 Day fiancée that I belong with the best of these American bitches.

  The evening with Ryker turns out to be rather divine. He takes me to dinner at one of the fanciest and most famous restaurants in New York where I look on fascinated as people from all walks of life come by our table and say hello. He is definitely much more well-known than I thought and acts cool and shit, trying to make me comfortable and not overawed by the occasion. But for this inexperienced girl from Jamaica, it’s proving to be quite a big deal dining in fancy surroundings with a very special man-about -town.

  Dinner completed, Ryker takes me to one of the Big Apple’s hottest clubs, where we get the royal treatment and seats in the VIP section of course. “Would you like to dance?” He asks after we have consumed a few glasses of my now favorite Cristal Champagne. I hope I can afford this bubbly when Ryker and I part, as I have grown rather fond of the taste

  “I thought you would never ask.” The bubbly has put me in the mood to cut loose on the dance floor. “But be warned, I am a crazy girl when I hear my jam.”

  Ryker chuckles and leads me to the dance floor where techno music is playing. I immediately run my fingers through my hair and gyrate to the infectious beat. For a white guy Ryker has great rhythm and we both break it down, eyes glued on each other, enjoying our first night together out of LA.

  There is something hypnotic happening here on the dance floor. I don’t know if it is champagne or the music, but I am drawn to the man who moves closer, a twinkle in his eyes. As much as I have tried to deny it to myself, I am developing real feelings for Ryker. There is a magnetic quality to this giant of a man that is sucking me into its field and I am powerless to resist. My only qualm is that I don’t want to get hurt, I want to walk out of our little arrangement with my head held high and my dignity intact. The last thing I want is to be nursing a broken heart.

  It’s refreshing to be out on the town like this though. I know he keeps me secluded for my safety, but tonight I am feeling no pain. I want to just have fun and to hell with the consequences.

  Ryker looks over to the area where the DJ is playing and nods his head. “What was that for?” I am rather curious by his action, but he simply laughs and dances closer.

  Suddenly, the DJ stops the music and takes to the mike. “Tonight I want to give a special shout out to the beautiful lady, Siena. Welcome to New York, baby girl.” Then a reggae number which also happens to be my favorite jam fills the club and I shriek in delight and lunge into Ryker’s arms

  “Did you freaking plan this, babes?” I ask bewildered.

  “I like surprising you,” he says, eyes getting big on me.

  “Well, you outdid yourself this time and you deserve all the candy you can eat.” I move closer, twerking as if my life depends on it. Ryker’s gaze is locked on my body as I move ever closer…teasing with my seductive movements. He reaches out and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him, until our bodies are melted together. I can feel his hot breath on my face and the hardness of his dick as it presses against my stomach. Heat spirals throughout my body. My nipples are hard’ my breasts heavy and a wetness streams into my sex.

  I am in heat; flipping horny for Ryker and his glorious dick.

  Our hips grind together on the dance floor. The guy is dry humping me making me so wet and my pussy pulse. If we weren’t on the dance floor I would have to take out his dick right now and play with its length. “You are turning me on, babes. That’s not fair.” I cling to him, pussy on fire.

  Look at me, little Siena has certainly come of age. Chalk it up to the champagne, but my inhibitions have fled, leaving behind a bold Jamaican bitch.

  “Is that so?” Ryker’s voice is hoarse and his green eyes are twinkling. And before I can say another word his lips seek mine right there on the crowded dance floor. My eyes flare in surprise and I try to speak, but my words are lost as he covers my mouth with his, his tongue playing with mine as if dancing to a reggae beat.

  This is one of the sexiest things I have experienced in my brief history of intimacy. We have made love once and he has never tried to have me again, but if he does make a move tonight I know I will be powerless to r
esist. My boy surely deserves some Jamaican panty pudding tonight if he so chooses.

  The music changes to a steady stream of love songs and Ryker and I remain on the dance floor, locked in our own little world; kissing, touching and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

  I have no idea how long we cling together, but looking up I notice the dance floor has tinned considerably, as has the number of patrons in the club. Reluctantly he releases me and we head back to the VIP section. “Take your purse and let’s go.” There is a harsh tone to his speech that I have not heard before.

  This is not a question, but a command. This is the voice of man used to getting what he wants; a man who would brook no nonsense. This is the Alpha Male in Ryker Dean taking over and it makes acrobats twirl in my tummy.

  There is something inherently sexy about a man being totally in charge. “Yes sir,” I coo, grabbing my expensive Gucci bag and following behind him. Ryker grips me by the waist in a possessive manner, as if he is proud to have me by his side, causing a wry smile to take shape on my face. After all, which woman does not want to feel appreciated…to feel like she is the queen of the castle.

  The limousine is waiting at the entrance to the club and the driver opens the door and lets us in. “Just drive around town,” Ryker orders.

  “Why…?” I start to speak, but he simply touches a button, causing the dark glass to again block away the driver’s view of us in the back seat.

  He places a finger on my lips. “Hush,” he whispers and the finger traces the delicate softness of my lower lip. Then Ryker’s lips are on me in a flash, silencing me with its hard, powerful suction. My body shudders at his assault. He is taking my lips as his own with cruel kisses, devouring my will to resist. “Your lips are so fucking sweet,” he gurgles into my mouth. “I just can’t get enough of them.”

  We kiss open-mouthed, panting as our bodies snuggle closer. I can feel the power of his massive chest and bazooka-like arms crushing me. The passion in his kisses is causing an itch in my most intimate place that needs to be scratch. “I promised you all the candy you could eat tonight,” I gasp, tearing my lips away from his so that I can catch my breath. I still can’t believe I am being so bold, but as I said, he brings out the wild side of me.