Single Mom Wanted for Fake Marriage: A Billionaire Romance

by Aubrey Dark

  “And you’re the prince charming come to sweep me off my feet.”

  He undid the first button of his shirt, then stopped, his eyes finding mine.

  “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”

  “No. William—I’m not tired right now.”

  “No?”

  “I feel like I could climb a mountain and not break a sweat. I don’t want to go to sleep.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  I wanted to ask him if he meant it, every word he’d said today. I wanted to ask him if he truly loved me. But I knew that I couldn’t ask. Instead, I reached up and put one hand around his head, my fingers threading through his hair.

  “Kiss me,” I said.

  It wasn’t a question, but it might as well have been. I was so afraid of how he would respond. After all William had done for me, after all the lies I’d told him… was there any part of him that still wanted me the way that I wanted him?

  He bent over me, his face solemn.

  “Sierra… are you sure?”

  I couldn’t respond. I wasn’t sure. Of course I wasn’t sure. The way we had met each other…the contract I’d signed for our marriage…all of the issues between us, big and small, swelled up until my tongue could no longer work. No, I wasn’t sure. How could I be sure of his love?

  But I was sure of mine.

  Instead of answering him, I pulled his head down and lifted my lips to his.

  The sensation was utterly strange. The first time William had kissed me, it had been all roughness. His lips had torn wild moans of passion from mine, bruising me with their ferocity. But this time…

  This time, William was tender.

  He kissed me slowly, as though it was the first time. And I suppose, in a way, it was. It was our first time kissing as husband and wife. And even though I knew that the bond between us was born from an ulterior motive, it didn’t make a difference when his hands caressed my hips, drawing me closer to him. I felt like I was his, possessed completely. And although his touch was strong, dominant—it wasn’t harsh. It was a gentle confidence of possession that took me and bore me up. His lips found mine again and again, each kiss growing warmer and warmer until my whole body seared with desire, arching up into his lips.

  “William—”

  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered.

  “No,” I said, my breath hot over my tongue. “Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop. But he wasn’t quick about it, either. His mouth moved slowly, tenderly, inch by inch. He pressed kisses against my cheekbone and down my jaw. He kissed the curve of my neck, his tongue lingering on the skin there for so long that I began to moan and writhe. His hands touched my curves through the fabric of my dress, soft squeezes that melted my muscles and left me aching with want.

  “Please,” I gasped. My fingers clutched at his strong shoulders. “Please, William—”

  “Let me take my time,” he said, his mouth smiling in a curve against my skin. “I think I’ve waited long enough to deserve it.”

  Of course he had.

  When his mouth started to move again, though, I had to draw in a sharp breath. His hands drew up the skirt of my wedding dress. I was shivering now, but not with cold. My heart was racing.

  “William…” I began, then stopped. He would do what he wanted. I knew he would.

  And I knew, too, that I wanted everything he had to offer.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, sliding down on the bed. I watched as he drew down my panties, his head nestled amid the white bustles of the dress spreading out over the bed. “Do you know just how beautiful you are?”

  Before I had a chance to answer, his mouth bent down. I moaned as he pressed a kiss between my legs, where I was already wet with desire for him. His tongue slid up over my slit, teasing me where I was swollen and aching.

  “I want you,” I rasped. “I want—I want you inside me so badly.”

  “I want you too,” he said. One of his legs swung over my ankle, and I felt his length press against my calf. He was hard, throbbing through the fabric of his pants. My mouth went dry.

  “Oh, God—”

  “Soon,” he said.

  How? How could he wait, when he obviously wanted it as much as I did? Then he bent down again, and all my thoughts scattered like petals in the air. His tongue slid up and down, alternately hard and soft, teasing me with his breath over my wet skin.

  “Oh—oh—oh—”

  “Don’t come yet,” William said, pulling back slightly. I croaked out a noise of protest. My hips arched up instinctively. Inside, I was wound so tight that I thought I would snap at any moment. William’s storm-gray eyes looked up at me, warning me. I took a deep breath, panting through my teeth.

  Then his fingers came up, sliding into me. My heart leapt as I felt two of his thick fingers fill me, and my body clenched around him needily.

  “God, you’re tight,” he said.

  Slowly, agonizingly, he slid his fingers further in, then out. In, then out, his breath hovering over my swollen clit like a whispered promise. My whole body began to rock with his motion, as though he could control me with just his fingers. I wanted more. Needed more.

  “So tight,” he said, his fingers thrusting in deeper. I bit back a cry, clamping hard to savor the moment before he slid back out. “So, so tight. I can’t wait to be inside you, Sierra.”

  I clenched my eyes shut, my fingers grasping the silk sheets. Urgent animal noises choked my throat.

  “You’ve been such a good girl,” he said. His words breathed over my aching nub, making me quiver. “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me again you want to come.”

  “I want to come. I want you to make me come,” I said, my words spilling out in a hastily drawn breath. “William please, William, please, yes, oh yes—”

  He stopped me speaking with his lips on my clit. A gasp wrenched from my chest as his mouth sucked me long and hard. The tip of his tongue wound circles around me, drawing the spring tight inside.

  “Yes—yes—yes—”

  There were no words anymore, only moans of pleasure as he pulled me toward the edge. His tongue flicked out and his fingers thrust deep, and God, oh God, I knew glory for a moment as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Then he flung me over, his tongue working me hard as his fingers stretched me, and I screamed.

  “Ohhhhhhh!”

  My head flung from side to side, my body helpless under his power. His mouth sealed itself over me as the waves of my orgasm blew through me. His eyes were a storm and the storm had knocked me over, destroyed every part of my mind so that nothing was left standing. All that was left was my heartbeat and the sensation of being swept away into pure pleasure.

  William.

  His tongue was still lapping at my slit, his fingers sliding out, when I mouthed his name. I had no breath left to speak with.

  William.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, so low that I could barely feel his breath against my slick and swollen skin. “You’re perfect, Sierra.”

  Mine, I thought insanely. My husband. Mine, mine, and nobody else’s. I knew it was crazy. But it was what I thought.

  “Let me help you take off that dress,” he said, in a voice that made it clear he was anxious to keep going. I arched my back as his fingers unzipped my wedding gown. The silken fabric was damp with sweat, and when he peeled it off, the cool air of the night made goosebumps rise all over my skin.

  “Thank you,” I said, my tongue only just starting to function again. “William, thank you—”

  “We’re not done yet.”

  My throat clenched as he stood to undress. His shirt unbuttoned to reveal hard muscle, already glistening with moisture. His arms flexed as he bent and took off his pants. Then his briefs. Then there was nothing between us but an expanse of air that seemed to crackle with electrical power.

  Swallowing, I looked upon his body in mute appreciation. He knelt back
onto the bed, fluttering soft kisses along the inside of my thigh, up my hipbone, and up to my breasts. His back muscles tensed and hardened. Suddenly shy, I drifted my fingertips along his shoulders.

  This was my husband. The thought hadn’t yet worked its way out of my mind. My husband whose dark hair fell over his intense gray eyes, framed by dark features. My husband whose sculpted thighs led inward to a thick cock, now pulsing and hard between my legs. My husband, who was now at that moment taking my nipple in his mouth, his lips searing my flesh with electricity. I cried out as he sucked hard, then lifted his mouth from my breast.

  And then he smiled.

  “Turn over,” he commanded.

  I rolled over onto my belly without any assistance. Immediately his hands were on my back, his fingers kneading my shoulders. I breathed out as all the tension of the day melted under his hands. Breathed in as he reached to the bedside table for a condom and oil. Breathed out as he slicked my skin, his palms hot and oiled and everywhere, all at once. His cock nestled into my thigh as he leaned forward and I heard his breath catch as I tilted my hips back to nuzzle against his hardness.

  “Jesus, Sierra,” he hissed, sucking a breath between his teeth.

  “Don’t stop,” I said, dizzy with anticipation.

  “I want to be inside you,” he said, and I could tell that he was as desperate with need as I was. “Now.”

  The word had scarcely left his mouth before I felt his hands grip my waist, dragging me back. Then he plunged into me from behind, his cock sliding deep between my oiled thighs and into me.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned. He was huge, so huge and hard and needy, and as he thrust into me I gasped against the sheets. So much of him. His hard chest on my back, slick with oil. His palms rubbing my sides, slowly from my hips to my shoulders all the way down my arms, as though trying to keep himself from bursting.

  “God, you feel so good.” His voice was in my ear, low and throaty and full of air.

  “Yes,” I said, insane with a newfound need that had come upon me in the moment he pushed into my body. There was something else driving my body now, some new primal instinct that seemed to take me over whenever William was around. I wanted him. I needed him. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Slow,” he whispered, and I felt him draw back and then drive into me again.

  Slow, yes. Agonizingly, excruciatingly slow. Again he drew back, and again he thrust into me, spreading my body with his hard cock. But a moment too late every time, as though holding back. I began to rock back on the sheets, my hands bracing up against the bed for support.

  “Yes, William,” I said, backing into him when he thrust into me. “Yes, oh God, yes—”

  His thrusts grew faster, urged on by my rocking. Every time he entered me, I felt myself grow and stretch to accommodate his hugeness. And then his arm wrapped around me, his hand snaking down to the front of me. His fingers were coated in massage oil, and he cupped me over my clit, his palm pressing hard against me.

  I screamed, bucking into his hand. Every part of me was awake now, full and swollen with need. His fingers slid over me, working my clit even as his thrusts grew faster and deeper.

  “Ohhhhh!”

  I felt rather than heard his moans. His whole chest rumbled with need as he thrust forward. His body was slick with sweat and oil, and so was mine, and as he rode me his other hand gripped my hip, keeping me in place as he rocked again and again into me.

  “Yes,” I groaned. I could feel his cock stiffening in me, and I wasn’t going to wait to come. I couldn’t. His hand worked my clit as he pumped into me, and bolts of that electric energy shot through my nerves. He rode me harder and harder.

  “Oh—oh—oh!”

  Slick with scented oil, he jackhammered into me. His moans and mine mingled as we came together. The shock of yet another orgasm wound through me, spiraling deep into my core.

  “Ohhhh! Yes! William! YES!”

  It wasn’t like before—this time, I felt utterly sated, filled with his hard cock and pressed deep into the bed. When his body lifted from mine, I felt hollow inside. He slid back onto his side, and before I could catch my breath, he had gathered me against his chest. His racing heartbeat pulsed against my back, his skin hot.

  “Sierra,” he mumbled, his mouth pressing kisses into my hair. His arms slipped around me, and I nestled back into the crook of his shoulder. My breaths were fast for the next minute, my pulse still racing in my ears. But as he kissed me and held me, my body quieted down.

  “Are you tired now?” he whispered, once we had both caught our breath.

  “I feel like I’ve climbed a mountain.”

  “Then you’ll finally let me get to sleep?”

  I twisted in his arms, saw the joking grin on his face. Laughing, I hugged him tightly and he hugged me back, pressing a soft kiss onto my lips before letting me settle back into his arms.

  Happy, contented beyond my wildest imaginings, I didn’t have a thought in the world apart from one:

  Mine.

  Chapter 29

  Sierra had pushed me to my limits of waiting. I’d wanted to be gentle with her, to show her that I could take my time and put her needs first. When she’d started moving against me, it was all I could do not to explode against her. I’d thought that she had tested my willpower enough for one night. I’d thought that we would wake up in the morning and it would be over. We would have gotten it out of our system.

  I was wrong.

  In the middle of the night, I woke to find myself hard. Sierra had turned away from me, and my cock was pressing into her lower back. The ache inside of me was unbearable.

  I’d been dreaming about her, I remembered, as my thoughts came fuzzily back to me. Dreaming about her in the wedding dress, sliding down her panties for me in the middle of the woods. As I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the low moonlight of the lodge cabin, I licked my dry lips. Such a vivid dream.

  And now she was here, right here in my arms.

  But I couldn’t take her again. Not after what we’d already done. Not wanting to wake her, I tried to lift her up slightly to extricate my arm from under her pillow. Instead, though, she rolled slightly back into me, making my ache strum even louder.

  “William?” she murmured.

  “Just need to get my arm back,” I whispered, tugging slightly. But before I could get away, her hand snuck back under the sheets, finding my hard cock. In the dim light, I saw Sierra’s dark eyes open all the way. Her head tilted back, her expression searching.

  “Already back for more?” she asked.

  God, those lips. So plump. When she bit her lower lip, her fingers grazing my cock, I couldn’t help the surge of need that made me twinge under her hand.

  “Oh, I like that,” she said.

  “Like what?”

  “The way you react when—”

  And she squeezed my cock, just hard enough to make me gasp.

  “Sierra.”

  “Looks like you need something else to put you to sleep,” she said. Twisting around until she faced me, she smiled. A sparkle flashed in her eyes, one that I could see even in the moonlight.

  “I just—I just—”

  “Shhh,” she whispered, and her other hand put a finger to my lips. “Now it’s my turn to drive you crazy.”

  She pulled back the sheets and slid her hand down my chest. Now both of her hands were at my groin. One hand stroked my cock, and the other came down to cup my balls. They tightened with anticipated pleasure as her soft fingers massaged lightly.

  “God. Sierra.”

  “I told you to be quiet,” she said. A smile quirked the corner of her mouth. Her hand moved smoothly over me, tugging me until I ached. “Tsk. What am I going to do with you?”

  My throat nearly closed up. When I spoke, the words came out husky with tense need.

  “What are you going to do with me?” I asked.

  A swipe of her tongue on her lips made my brain disappear.

  “Let me show you,�
� she purred.

  With that, she slid down in the bed. I hardly had time to register what was happening before I felt her lips slide around the head of my cock.

  Moving forward, she took me entirely into her mouth. A noise escaped my throat that could have been a moan or a cry. I could feel myself thicken inside of her, pressing deep into the roof of her mouth. I choked back the explosion that seemed ready to happen. I couldn’t stand this, the delicious heat and wetness. It was impossible.

  She held her mouth there, not moving. A second passed, or maybe an hour. All the world seemed to stand still as her lips held me tightly.

  Then, tentatively, her tongue slid out, pressing against the base of my cock. I moaned.

  “Oh, Sierra. Sierra…”

  My fingers threaded through her dark silken hair. The skin of her ear was so soft under the pad of my thumb. I cradled her head in one hand like it was fragile, but no—it was me who was fragile, my body that seemed ready to shatter into a million pieces at the touch of her tongue against my sensitive slit.

  Her mouth was the entirety of my world, and I couldn’t focus on anything but the slow motion of her tongue over and around the head of my cock. Down to the base again, and then back. I gritted my teeth, trying not to move.

  “Oh fuck—”

  Slowly, tantalizingly, she drew her mouth back, gripping me by the shaft hard enough to stave off the orgasm that threatened to break through. It was there, storming just below the surface. But when her fingers slipped easily around the head of my cock, it pressed me back, back.

  I had always hated to give up control. But now, I loved watching her take me and work my body expertly. I danced on the edge of my climax, letting her edge me closer and closer, then pull me away at the last moment.

  It was everything I had always wanted but never knew I wanted. She was perfect, absolutely perfect. Her fingers were wet and they slid over my balls, tightening me there even as her tongue relaxed on the swollen and twitching head of my cock.

  “I’m almost there,” I choked out. The air in the room was hot now. When had that happened? And the blood in my veins pulsed hot and fast, pumping through my heart and straight to my groin. Closer…closer…