Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  As I feel myself close to the edge, he starts to go so hard his thighs smack my ass harshly enough to leave a mark. His cock pulses inside of me and, knowing he’s as close to the edge as I am, I can’t hold back - I scream like a banshee, my fingers curling so hard against the sheets my knuckles turn white. He comes at the same time, his cock spasming inside of me and kicking against my inner walls.

  In a heartbeat, I feel his cum filling me, each spasm of his cock a new wave of warm semen. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me in place as he shoots his endless load inside of me, strands of it already dripping down my thighs and falling on top of the sheets, staining them.

  Not even knowing what I’m doing, I fight against his hold and move forward, his cock sliding out of me in an instant. It keeps gushing out in a stream, his warm juices flying straight onto my naked skin. Ropes of cum hit me across the back and, as I turn, straight onto my chest. I move closer to him, immediately grabbing his cock and stroking him as he spurts out his load. With my mouth open wide, I aim his stream at my face, letting his semen cover me as if I were a wax figure. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, thick ropes of sticky cum flying straight onto my face and dripping down to my neck and breasts, completely blanketing me.

  When it finally ends, I close my mouth and swallow his salty juices, letting them caress my throat on the way down. He simply looks at me, breathing hard as I take two fingers to my breasts and scoop all the cum that I can, taking it to my mouth. I slide the fingers inside my mouth and suck them dry, a hint of a grin on my lips as I return his gaze.

  “I want this everyday,” I say between breaths, my heart racing so fast I think it might just explode. “Every single day, Liam.”

  He says nothing. He simply leans into me and lays his lips against mine, a few drops of cum going from my mouth to his. With a smile, he runs his hand over my face and tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear.

  “Of course. It’s not like we have any other option,” he tells me, his smile becoming wider and kinder. “I love you, Cara. You’re all that matters to me… And I promise you, just like I told you, I’ll make you the happiest woman on Earth.” His smile then turns into a grin, and he continues, “and yes, you’ll have this, every single day for the rest of my life. I promise you.”

  Ah, love - it’s real, after all.

  Liam

  One year later.

  I sit back in my chair at my parents’ formal dining table and wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to rein in my laughter at the story Cara’s mother is telling about when Cara was a little girl at a restaurant. Apparently, she’s always had a naughty streak because little five-year-old Cara liked to run around in nothing but red cowboy boots.

  I lean into my wife and nibble at her ear. “Maybe you can take a trip down memory lane with me later?” I wiggle my eyebrows and lower my voice. “I think I could get down with fucking you while you wore nothing but cowboy boots. Maybe you can even lasso me up and tie me to the bed.”

  Cara gives me a shocked look like she can’t believe I’m sitting here talking about fucking her in front of my parents and her mother, but I can see the idea gets her excited.

  I let my breath tease her neck as I tangle my hand in her hair and continue to whisper. “I bet you're wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

  I know if I snuck my hand under the tablecloth and up her dress, she’d be dripping. And it only makes me want to dive in for a taste. Dinner’s over—it’s time for dessert. And her pussy is my favorite kind.

  “Oh my god, Liam,” she says softly, her hands resting on her stomach while her breasts heave with her suddenly panting breath.

  I chuckle. It’s been even easier than normal to get her wet and ready since her pregnancy hormones have kicked in. And I have to say, Cara pregnant with my child is such a fucking turn on. I want to put a baby in her every chance I get now. She’s so fucking hot, and lately, she’s been insatiable in the bedroom. I have zero complaints.

  “All right, you two,” my dad says, amusement in his eyes. “Knock it off over there or you’re going to inspire me to take your mother upstairs a bit early.”

  I groan loudly. “Fuck, Dad. That is not an image I want in my head.”

  He just laughs. I feel like I want to disappear in my seat when my mom looks at him with obvious lust in her eyes. And I swear to all things holy that her hand is most definitely in his lap.

  Ugh. Fucking awkward as hell. But I have to admit, the old man still has it. He’s a fucking silver fox, and I know I come by charm naturally. His heart attack hasn’t seemed to put a wrench in their sex life, that much is clear.

  “So,” I say, clearing my throat and glancing pointedly at Cara’s mom. Though I think she’s grown pretty used to my father by now. In fact, I think she finds him charming. I don’t even know. “Moving on…”

  I look at Cara with my eyebrow arched, asking silently if she’s ready for our announcement. She nods happily, and I slip my hand into hers, intertwining our fingers.

  “We have an announcement,” I say with a grin.

  My mom’s hand reappears on top of the table. Thank fuck.

  I look from my parents to Cara’s mom, and they’re all watching me in anticipation.

  “We’ve decided on a name for the baby.”

  A chorus of excitement goes around the table, and I look at my gorgeous wife. “Would you like to do the honors?”

  She smiles at me, and my heart squeezes in my chest. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that this girl is mine. Forever. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I make sure she knows I know it. Every single day.

  Squeezing my hand, Cara’s gaze lingers on mine for a minute, then she looks at our parents. “We’ve decided to name him after the men who mean so much to us. The men we want to honor.” She pauses, drawing out the anticipation. “Lucas Tate Donovan.”

  Everyone sighs collectively and murmurs how wonderful and that’s perfect. The women’s eyes are damp, and I swear I see a little glimmer in my old man’s eyes too.

  Leaning over, I place a soft kiss on Cara’s lips. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

  She kisses me back. “Me too.” Then she grins wickedly and whispers, “But until he arrives, I think we need to make use of our nights. I think I just might have some rope somewhere.”

  “Is that so?” I ask with a smirk. Then I stand up, saying more loudly, “Mom, Dad, Mrs. Dawn. I’ve enjoyed this dinner immensely, but I think it’s time I get my darling wife home and into bed before she overdoes it.”

  They don’t even pretend to not know why we’re leaving. What can I say? I love my wife. And I love to fuck my wife. Every chance I get. And everyone knows it. I don’t care one bit. Because I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to have this amazing woman by my side every day and in my bed every night. And I don’t ever miss a chance to let her know exactly how I feel.

  We say goodnight and head out to the waiting limo. Once inside, Cara starts stripping down immediately.

  I laugh. “Anxious little thing, aren’t you?”

  She winks at me, then reaches into a box I didn’t notice on the seat and pulls out a pair of red cowboy boots.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. When did you get those?”

  She laughs. “I may or may not have encouraged my mom to tell that story.”

  “Hmm. So sure I’d be dying to live out a cowgirl fantasy, were you?”

  She arches a brow like I’m crazy. “You forget how well I know you, Liam Donovan.”

  With a growl, I pull her toward me in nothing but her cowboy boots. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she says softly, then her eyes go dark with lust. “Now get those clothes off and show me.”

  So I do. And when we get home, I show her again. And again. And I plan on showing her just how much for the rest of our lives.

  The Biggest Licker

  AN MFM Reality Show Romance

  By Alexis Angel

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  The Biggest Licker Season Update!

  Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.

  Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. Welcome to the only show where we take 7 virgins and put them in a fancy Manhattan apartment with 7 of the most eligible billionaires in America. What happens after? That’s up to the contestants, but we’ll be watching.

  Chase: Just to make sure everyone is caught up on the rules, here is a recap. Any virgin that has her pussy penetrated by a billionaire gets kicked off. The billionaire that did the penetration gets to kick out another billionaire. As billionaires fuck virgins and eliminate other billionaires, finally two people - one virgin and one billionaire will remain. At this time, if the virgin gives up her v-card, she loses and the billionaire wins. If she keeps her virginity, she wins. If they fall in love, she declares him her One True Love and they share the prize.

  Nadia: That’s right. So the person that’s left is set basically, they will be walking away with the combined entry fees of all the billionaires who sought to participate – a cool $2 billion dollars – as well as the fabulous One57 penthouse apartment that the show filmed in.

  Chase: These may be billionaires, but $2 billion is $2 billion. No one is that wealthy that they turn down that much money.

  Nadia: And let’s not forget the apartment. Money can’t even buy you a corner penthouse in One57 anymore.

  Chase: So true. To be the true royalty of New York City means doing it only one way.

  Nadia: What’s that Chase?

  Chase: By banging virgins and then eliminating your competition!

  Nadia: So true. But after one season, we’ve come towards the end of this competition.

  Chase: Correct. After a season filled with twists and turns and revelations, we now have one virgin left – Megan Wright – and two billionaires vying for her hand.

  Nadia: I don’t actually know if they’re vying for her hand, per se. More like the space between her legs.

  Chase: You’re absolutely right Nadia. The billionaires, Tristan Kane and Madden Sires, are in fact vying for her to let them be the first one to stick their billionaire cocks inside of her.

  Nadia: Now Megan is allowed to engage in all other types of sex. Anal, oral, and all other variations are acceptable as long as there is no vaginal penetration and breaking of the seal. We all remember a certain President, of course--

  Chase: I don’t think we’re able to discuss politics on the air, Nadia. Stick to safe subjects like virgin pussies and dripping cocks. This is broadcast television, remember? There could be kids watching.

  Nadia: I’m so sorry everyone. I don’t know what came over me. As I was saying, the billionaires are going to be trying to get into Megan. Now it’s up to her to pick a contestant to give away her flower to. Or, if she chooses to hold out, she can become a billionaire herself.

  Chase: That’s right. Should Megan keep her virginity intact, she will go ahead and win the apartment and the money.

  Nadia: Madden has slept with four virgins. He eliminated 4 billionaires as per the rules of the game. The virgins he conquered were removed from the show.

  Chase: And Tristan slept with two virgins. But he won the single immunity prize at the beginning, making him immune during the final elimination round.

  Nadia: It threw a bit of a wrinkle in the show because now we have two billionaires vying for the same virgin. Only one person will win. The next several days promise to be very interesting.

  Chase: But only if you tune into the 24 hour reality show that’s taking America by storm.

  Voiceover: The Biggest Licker!!!!!

  Megan

  “Okay, Megan, you’re the last virgin standing on Biggest Licker. Just tell the camera how you feel.”

  I nod at Maya, the production assistant, and take a deep breath as I get ready to give my confessional. It won’t be hard to act excited. This is what I came here for. To win the grand prize. And I’m so close I can practically taste it.

  I center myself, knowing I need to give Maya exactly what she wants with this little speech. It’s only been five minutes since the live eviction, and they called me straight up to my room before I had a chance to do more than hug Tristan and Madden.

  Maya holds her hand up, indicating the camera is about to roll, then drops it quickly and leans forward as if she just remembered something.

  “Don’t forget, you’re waiting for the right one. These viewers aren’t interested in how much you need this money. They want to believe you’ve been holding on to your v-card all this time for love. That’s your angle.” She rolls her eyes and smirks, showing just how ridiculous she thinks that idea is.

  Not that I blame her. It is a bit ridiculous. I mean, a house full of virgins? And then there are the billionaires, whose sole purpose on Biggest Licker is to seduce us, make us give it up. If the producers get their way, I’ll end up handing over my v-card before the upcoming season finale and they won’t have to pay up.

  But they have another thing coming. They have no clue how much I need that money. I remained a virgin all through college. I think I can keep that status firmly intact for one more week. Especially since all the guys have been eliminated except for Tristan and Madden—though if I’m going to be stuck in a house with a couple billionaires vying for my attention, I don’t think there are any two I’d rather be with.

  I suppress a shudder thinking about how miserable it would be if any of the other sleaze-balls had made it this far with me, then decide to just go with those thoughts and focus on who is here. I smile as the light on the camera flicks on.

  “Oh my god,” I gush, “I can’t believe it. I’m the last virgin standing!” I clap my hands and go for a dreamy expression, knowing that’s just what Maya wants. “And with Tristan and Madden? I don’t think there are two sexier men I could be in this house with.”

  I lean back on my plush, white over-sized chair and tuck my feet underneath me. “I’m in some kind of fantasy. I mean, this apartment? Insane.” I spread my arms wide for the camera.

  That much is true, too. It’s so fucking over the top that I almost don’t want the show to be over. And if I’m being honest, if it wouldn’t mean I’d be sent packing—straight out of the most luxurious apartment I’ve ever set foot in—I might have already given in to temptation and let one of those two sexy men have me. It’s obvious they’ve both had their eyes on me.

  I gesture for the camera at my bedroom that’s decked out in shades of gray, silver and white with a giant-ass four-poster bed that feels like a cloud covered in a feather duvet. It looks like a pillows factory, that’s how many silky pillows are scattered around the room. A waterfall trickles gently down the wall near the bed, covering what looks like a cityscape through a huge floor-to-ceiling window—but it’s all an illusion, made to look like we aren’t actually on a set in a production studio. Curtains and luxe fabrics drape over the walls and hang from the posters of the bed, candles and mood lighting are everywhere, and don’t even get me started on the private bathroom.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. The bathtub alone is large enough to fit at least ten people. Water falls from the ceiling like rain. Then there’s the heated marble and the colored lighting. The entire apartment screams sex. And there are plenty of places to do it, too. I’ve seen plenty of that in my weeks here. Naked bodies going at it in a place that’s anything but private. And I’ve imagined more than once wha
t it would be like to put my huge bed to good use.

  But no, that’s not why I’m here. I keep reminding myself I’m here for the prize money—the money I only get if I don’t give it up to one of the two sexy billionaires remaining.

  “But Tristan and Madden?” I repeat, widening my eyes at the camera. “I’m so glad they’re the ones I’m here with. I really think one of them could be The One. I’m so close to having everything I ever wanted—a man who I love and who loves me. Someone who’s worthy of giving my virginity to.”

  Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I grin shyly, just like a good little virgin should. The thing is, I haven’t actually been holding out all this time for the right guy. I’ve just been so busy working my ass off to keep a roof over my head while I finished my degree that I had literally zero extra time for dating, let alone sex.

  I guess it’s a good thing, though, because it gave me the opportunity to get on the show. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Biggest Licker? I never in a million years would have thought I’d do something like this. But when my parents died, I was flat broke. I had to sell the home I grew up in just to pay for college. And if that’s not bad enough, right after graduation I lost my job. Auditioning for this show was a last-ditch effort to get some money, seeing as how my degree has done nothing to help me find a decent job.

  But no one watching this show wants to hear that shit. So I give them what they want. “I have no idea which one I like most, though. They’re both so hot. And, oh my god, it’s so crazy that I have not only one but two billionaires that are just dying to get in my panties. It’s going to be really hard this next week with those two.”