Billionaire's Fake Fiancee

by Eva Luxe

  I hear excited footsteps behind me and turn around to see Kristen practically skipping over.

  “Can you believe it?!” she shouts, giggling like a school girl. “What a night! And it’s about to get better.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “I just came from the bar,” she explains. “And I met this guy … Josh and his friend Greg. They’re both lawyers from Portsmouth, obviously loaded, and are looking for two girls to go back to their hotel with them. I told them I knew a girl who would be down.”

  “Who, me?” I say, astonished. “You mean me?”

  “Yes I mean you! They’re offering two grand each!”

  “To go back to their hotel with them?” I reply as more of a statement than a question. I already know where this is going, and I’m a bit confused as to why she’s telling me this. Going back to a guy’s hotel room, especially at this hour, means only one thing; they want sex. Kristen knows I don’t do that. It’s not the rarest thing for some of the girls here to do. A lot of them just see it as an extension of the job. They’re already putting their bodies on display, what’s taking it just a little farther for a lot more money?

  But when I started here I promised myself that was a line I would never cross, and I’ve kept that promise to myself ever since. And Kristen knows this, which is why I’m so confused right now as to why she’s asking me this.

  “Kristen,” I say softly. “Come on.”

  “Look, I know what you say, okay? I do. But think about it. On top of what we made tonight? We’d be at almost four grand!”

  “Kristen, I can’t,” I say. “You know my rules.”

  She looks disappointed, but only for a moment. Then a semi-spiteful look comes over her face.

  “All right, fine,” she snips. “That’s just more for me then.”

  Before I can respond, she turns and walks quickly from the locker room.

  When I open the door to my apartment, I’m nervous as hell. What if something went wrong? Ella would have called, and I have to believe Ty would have as well. But there’s always that mother’s worry in the back of my mind that I can’t get rid of. I take a deep breath, twist the doorknob and step inside.

  The kitchen and living room are empty. The dogs come racing over and start licking the back of my hands. I look around. Ella’s probably in her room pretending to be asleep, but where is Josh? I always have to put him to bed. I set my purse down and head towards his room when the door opens and Ty steps out and shuts it carefully behind him.

  “What,” I stammer. “Is he … asleep?”

  “Fast asleep,” Ty says. “And boy did I learn a lot about galaxies and dinosaurs tonight. Just don’t quiz me, I don’t know if I can pronounce any of those names.”

  I’m stunned. Josh never goes to sleep without me. I can’t believe he even made it through the night with Ty let alone went to sleep for him.

  “Good kid,” he says, walking over to me. “Real smart. Smarter than I was at his age. Probably smarter than me now.”

  He chuckles and stretches.

  God, look at his arms, I think. Seeing him, my dogs race over to him and start rubbing all over his legs and wagging their tails. He pats them both on the head like they’ve been his for years.

  Is this the Twilight Zone?

  None of this should be happening. First, Ty shouldn’t even be here. My rules dictate no men in the apartment. Second, the dogs should have ripped him apart when he stepped through the door. That’s their job! Third, Josh should have never even responded to him, let alone read his books with him and let him put him to bed.

  I don’t know what to think. It’s such a relief, but I’m also so confused. My head is spinning, and my legs are starting to tingle.

  “Okay, you two,” Ty says, giving the dogs a parting pat on the head. “Go lie down.”

  And they do! They both head over to their beds and curl up. This is really ridiculous. What is going on?

  “How was your night?” Ty says, taking a few steps towards me. “Show those titties off to everyone but me?”

  And there he goes again, that cocky side of him coming out. But unlike the first time I met him, it doesn’t get to me as bad. I still want to pinch him hard on the arm though.

  “See, that’s the secret to longevity,” I say as snarky as possible. “I don’t get my titties out. That’s not the kind of girl I am.”

  “You’re a stripper,” he says bluntly.

  “Yes, but I’m a smart stripper. I talk to men; I don’t just flash my body around for bucks. I don’t get my top off and I don’t fuck for money, so stop talking to me like I’m just a piece of meat!”

  I stamp my foot on the ground like a little girl. Why did I just snap like that? It’s so unlike me. I pride myself on maintaining my composure. But there’s something about Ty that just gets under my skin.

  “Well if you were a piece of meat,” Ty says, stepping even closer. “You’d be fillet mignon.”

  He cracks a smile that completely kills me. I don’t know whether to laugh or melt. He’s laying it on thick, and he’s doing it on purpose. I look up at him. He’s so tall, and I can smell him again. I can feel the heat radiating off his body. My heart skips a beat.

  “Did everything … go well?” I say, swallowing hard. My throat is dry.

  “Ella tried telling me she was going to see some guy named Jason,” I reply. I can see by the look on Jenny’s face that I did the right thing by telling her no. “But I shut that down pretty quick. How about you? How’d your night go?”

  “Good,” I say.

  “Make out pretty good?”

  “Yeah, it was great. Could have made more, but I’m not that kind of girl.”

  “Not what kind of girl?” he asks me.

  “The kind that goes back to men’s hotel rooms with them for money.”

  A slight smile crosses Ty’s lips. When I realize I’m staring at them, I turn my head away, but I think he noticed.

  Shit!

  My kids are home for God’s sake. This is bad.

  “Well that’s good,” Ty says with a smile. “I don’t like those kind of girls.”

  “And I don’t like those kind of men,” I say softly. I can barely speak. Ty’s close enough that our bodies are almost touching. I feel so small in front of him. He looks like he could lift me with one arm. “I’ve made bad decisions with men, and I don’t want to make any more.”

  “What kind of decisions?” he asks me. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from my face, and I almost faint. My heart is absolutely pounding. I can heart the beat in my ears.

  “Falling for bad men,” I whisper.

  “I’m a bad man,” he says, and I almost lose it as he slips his arm around me and presses me against him. “I think you like bad men.”

  And he kisses me. My body shakes as his lips touch mine, and it feels like a warm wave rolls over me, starting at my mouth and coursing through my entire body down to my toes. His lips are soft, and I feel his other hand against the back of my head. His fingers grasp a handful of my hair and presses me against him harder. He slips his tongue in my mouth, kissing me eagerly.

  I let out a soft moan. I can’t help it. I can’t help anything. Ty has total control over me I realize as he slides his hand up the back of my shirt. Anything he wants from me I am prepared to give. I wasn’t aware of the full power he had over me until this moment—until our lips met. Now I am his.

  He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down to my ass. His grip tightens and he lifts me easily into the air. I let out a slight yelp of surprise, pulling my lips from his and staring into his eyes, our foreheads pressed together. My legs wrap around his waist. He’s so strong. His other hand slides under my leg and he turns and starts to carry me down the hall to my room.

  The brief pause from our kiss reminds me that my kids are home. Josh is asleep. Ella is asleep in her room.

  “Wait,” I manage to mutter as we pass both of their doors. “My kids …”


  “We’ll be quiet,” he assures me, whispering into my ear. The feeling of his breath against my skin sends a shiver up my spine and I grab his face and pull his lips to mine, kissing him deeply. I hear my door click open as Ty pulls me inside.

  The only light comes through the window from the streetlight outside. Before I know it, Ty has me on my back on my bed and is pulling my shirt up. When his lips touch my nipple, I almost explode.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp, another moan escaping my mouth. With one hard pull, Ty has my shirt off and both hands gripping my breasts.

  “Oh, yeah,” he says, burying his face in my chest, kissing and licking my nipples. He presses his body against me and brings his lips up my neck, kissing me higher and higher until our lips meet again. He grinds against me, and I can feel he’s hard against me.

  He’s huge, I think. I can feel it. Of course he is.

  I hadn’t put much thought into it, but it just makes sense. Of course Ty is hung like a God. Sometimes you just know.

  I can feel the wetness in my pants. My hands slide up, almost on their own, and tug on Ty’s shirt. He lifts himself up off me and pulls it up and over his head, giving me a look at his chiseled physique. I have to restrain myself from saying something stupid in admiration.

  Ty’s hands grip my hips, and his fingers slip under the waistband of my shorts. My stomach spasms like I’m being tickled. I haven’t been touched here by a man in far too long.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Yes!” I reply instantly.

  Ever so gently, Ty pulls my shorts down over my hips, but stops, just before I’m completely exposed. My breath is shallow, and my whole body is tensed up. I look into his eyes, which are filled with desire, and I want to scream at him to take me now. But I don’t. I can’t. And I almost lose it at what he does next.

  Ty bends down and kisses me, right above the waistband of my shorts, right on my left hipbone. It’s like a shock hitting me, and my entire body writhes against the bed. His strong hands press me back down, and he moves his lips to my right hip and kisses again. I’m barely keeping it together.

  He pulls my shorts down just a little more, kissing along the waist band until he’s close … so close. He looks up at me, and half smiles, relishing in teasing me. I’m begging him with my eyes, and he has to see it. Finally, when I feel like I can’t hold out any longer, he pulls my shorts down.

  But only half way down my hips. He looks down between my legs, and before I can react, kisses me right on my pussy lips. I gasp and clamp a hand down over my mouth to muffle the moan that pushes its way out of me.

  “What are you—” I manage to say, raising my torso up off the bed to look at him. He looks up at me, and just when I’m about to say try and speak again, extends his tongue and presses it against my clit.

  “Oh, God!” I shout, falling back against the bed. I grab my pillow and smother my face with it, desperately trying to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. Ty’s tongue presses against me, and I cum.

  It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, and it washes over me like waves spreading up from my pussy to every extremity. My entire body feels hot, and if it weren’t for my pillow I would be moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors. His tongue flicks back and forth, driving me wild. I let go of the pillow and grab his head with both hands, pressing his tongue down even harder. He seems to love it, and slides his hands under my ass and grabs hard.

  He groans, delighting in what he’s doing to me.

  Just as I’m starting to come down, he yanks my shorts down in one swift movement, tosses them aside and slides his tongue inside of me.

  “Fuck!” I say, pulling the pillow off my face and lifting myself onto my elbows to look down. It’s the best view of anything I’ve ever had. Ty’s eyes are looking up at me from between my legs as his tongue goes in and out. I’ve never had anyone do that to me before, and it feels so intimate. He’s inside me, but it’s his tongue.

  “You taste amazing,” he says from between my legs. This is almost too much.

  Ty looks at me, then sits up on his knees and pops the buttons on his jeans. He slides them down and I see the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, hard and at attention, aiming right at me.

  “Wow,” I whisper. But I don’t have any time to take it in, because Ty leans forward, puts one hand on the back of my head, and slides it into my mouth. I can barely get my lips around it, and the sensation overwhelms me. I almost forgot how much I love doing this to a man. Ty moans as he presses his hard shaft deeper into my mouth.

  It’s not going to fit inside me, I think as I run my tongue over his swollen head. I taste his pre-cum dripping onto my tongue, and swallow eagerly. Ty’s hands reach down and grab both of my nipples. He pinches just hard enough to hurt, and it shocks me. My body twitches ever so slightly, and he smiles.

  “Your tits are incredible,” he says, running his hands over them, grabbing them tightly as I suck his hard cock. I want more of him, and I press my head forward, trying to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. But I gag and can see there’s still at least three inches left to go. I’ve never seen such a monster in my life.

  “That feels so good,” he whispers down at me, caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers. I try again, but the same thing happens.

  God I want it, I think.

  As if he can read my mind, Ty pulls his cock from my mouth and slides out of his pants. I’m soaking wet and ready, and he grabs my legs with both hands and pulls them apart. I’m completely exposed. He settles down on his knees in front of me and lays his cock down against my pussy.

  There’s no way that’s going to fit.

  He grinds forward and the tip passes my belly button. I feel his balls press against my pussy lips. He presses his cock down carefully with one hand, spreading me open and teasing my clit with his tip. My mouth is hanging open and my eyes plead with him to give me what I need.

  Finally, Ty thrusts his hips forward.

  And almost splits me open. It hurts. A lot. I’ve never been so stretched in my life. But followed immediately by the pain, is the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. It feels like I’m being torn in two as he buries every inch inside of me. My body tries to wriggle backwards, to escape the pain, but Ty’s grip on my legs prevents me from doing so. He slides out, and I feel just how tight I am around his girth. He’s filling me like no one ever has.

  He slides himself almost all the way out, and then thrusts back inside. My teeth clench down to halt my scream, and the pleasure rocks me so hard I’m seeing stars. I don’t know what to do as he starts to fuck me, and pound the bed and grip the sheets with both fists. He slides his hands from my legs to my hips and grips hard, pulling me down onto his cock as he thrusts.

  I look up and see the striations in his chest, his chiseled abs, the veins in his strong arms and his gorgeous face as he looks down at me with lust. He’s sweating, and drops start to fall off him and onto my chest.

  “Does that feel good?” he asks me. He knows it does. He just wants to hear me say it.

  “Yes!” I shout in a whisper.

  “You like my cock?”

  “Yes! I love it!”

  “I want you to cum for me again,” he tells me. And just like that, I do. I didn’t realize how close I was until he said it, but he did. He could tell from looking, or from feeling, but either way he knew.

  Cumming on his cock is completely different from cumming while he licked my pussy. It’s even more intense, and I can’t even imagine what I look like as I do, but I don’t care. The sensation is too overwhelming. My pussy clenches down hard on him, and I feel his cock twitch like he’s about to cum too.

  He grabs me hard and pulls his face to my neck and bites down. He lets out a growl and buries himself even deeper inside me.

  He’s trying not to cum, I think, which just turns me on more. His primal groans in my ear are driving me wild. He bites just hard enough to hurt, and it makes me cum even harder. My hands wrap around his back
and squeeze with everything I have as my orgasm plows through me like a freight train.

  “Fuck!” he curses in my ear, and I know I was right about how close he was. “You almost made me cum, you know that? Come here.”

  I want to die as he slides out of me, but his hands grip my hips and flip me over like it was nothing. I’m on my stomach now, and he spreads my legs and mounts me from behind, his knees around my hips. Without hesitation, he slams his cock inside me.

  I scream into the mattress as he bottoms out inside me. No one has ever gone this deep inside me—ever. I didn’t even think it was possible, but as he starts to pound me mercilessly, my brain basically turns off.

  I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t do anything but take his cock. Ty is having his way with me and that’s all there is too it.

  And I love it.

  I feel the sweat dripping onto my back and the callused skin of his hands on my hips. I feel every inch of him sliding in and out of my pussy, stretching me out as he takes me as his. I smell the manly musk of his scent, filling my nostrils with every breath, and feel another orgasm rising within me.

  His cock is growing even harder, even bigger. He’s getting close.

  His hips buck forward and his cock twitches and shoots a hot stream of cum inside me.

  “Shit!” I scream into the mattress. His second shot of cum sends me over the edge, and I cum too, clenching down on his cock as he shoots inside me. We cum together, every twitch of his cock matching a clench from my pussy, and his cum fills me up until it’s oozing out of me. With his final shot he collapses down against my back, pressing his hot sweaty body against mine.

  “You’re amazing,” Ty whispers in my ear, his cock still hard inside me.

  “You’re amazing,” I say back, kissing him gently. He rolls off of me to lay beside me, and I feel suddenly empty. My pussy aches for him to be back inside me.

  He slips an arm around me, his face almost touching mine. I can feel his heart pounding through his chest against mine. I just want to lay here. I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end.