Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  The moment I do it, Tristan bends his knees and, lowering himself while he grabs his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my asshole. He rubs it up and down my ass crack, but inevitably he stops that coming and going motion and just starts pressing hard against my hole.

  As Tristan readies himself to take over my ass, Madden never stops pistoning into me. In fact, his thrusts grow even more furious, the way his thighs slap my cheeks producing an almost obscene sound of flesh-on-flesh.

  “Oh, fu --” I groan, choking as Tristan slides his mast inside my ass, stretching it wide. He drives all of his inches deep into my ass and then he rocks his hips hard, ravaging my ass with the same intensity with which Madden is demolishing my ass.

  Propped up on my elbows, I close my eyes and just surrender to the movement of their cocks, their thickness stretching both my ass and pussy at the same time. They don’t say a word as they use my body, the present moment too valuable to waste their breath on words.

  “I think I’m gonna come,” I say - or, rather, I try to say; in truth, the only thing that leaves my mouth is a quivering moan. My voice seems to echo through the whole house and, just a second later, I feel both my pussy and ass tightening up around their cocks. A shiver goes down my spine, slight spasms taking over my muscles, and then I just throw myself forward.

  Their cocks jump out of me fast, and I lay down on the floor, my breasts pressed against the cold tiles. I flail my limbs as if I were having a seizure, the connection between my mind and body completely broken.

  “AHH,” I moan hard, tears of joy streaming down my face as the most violent orgasm of my life rages through me, ecstasy racing through my bloodstream. “Oh, fuck,” I finally sigh as the incessant waves of that final orgasm start fading away. Rolling to my back, I look at Tristan and Madden and grin.

  “I want your cum… Right now,” I whisper, not lifting a finger. It only takes them a second to decode what I want. Kneeling side by side, they grab their cocks and, wasting no time, they stroke themselves as their eyes wander all over my body.

  I look at them as if I’m in a trance, watching as their muscles tense up and stretch their skin, their abs looking like bricks. And, better than all the rest, I watch them stroke themselves. There’s something wildly erotic about seeing a man pleasure himself, especially when he doesn’t even blink as he looks at your naked body.

  “Fuck,” Madden groans and, as he does it, a rope of white cum jumps from his cock and hits me straight in the chest. A fraction of a second later another rope of cum hits my naked skin, tracing an arch in the air as it gushes out of Tristan’s cock.

  I take my hands to my breasts as they cum all over me, smearing their semen over my skin. I told you I wanted to bathe in their cum, and that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.

  Ah, it feels good to be a dirty girl.

  By the time they finish cumming, I’m covered in cum from my head to my toes, thick strands of it dripping down my skin. Licking my cum-coated lips, I then swallow the seed I scooped up with my tongue, smiling as I feel their raw manly flavor going down my throat.

  “Kitchen christened,” I laugh as I sit up, my heart still racing.

  “Definitely,” Madden laughs as well, and then he crushes his mouth against mine, his hands grabbing at my cum covered breasts. When I pull back from him, I don’t even have the time to catch my breath - replacing Madden, Tristan kisses me as well, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth as he grabs me by at the ass.

  They smear their cum all over, licking strands off my neck and breasts, and I just throw my head back and savor the moment.

  “I need a bath,” I finally say, looking at them with a devilish grin.

  “A bath, uh? That reminds me of something,” Madden laughs.

  “Yeah, we still haven’t christened the master bathroom,” Tristan says, and then he goes up to his feet and pulls me up. Picking me up from the floor, he carries me into his arms and the three of us start walking out of the kitchen, heading upstairs toward the bathroom.

  Yeah, I know, I’m exhausted - but I’m never too exhausted for a round two.

  It’s been like this ever since we became a family of three. It’s just never enough, you know? And I’m not just talking about sex. More than sex, the love we feel for each other is so deep and intense that it overshadows everything else.

  No doubt about it… I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

  The Biggest Licker Season Update

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

  Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. And what a season, folks! What a week! It’s all over now and I think Megan finally got the Happily Ever After she’s been looking for!

  Chase: That’s right. What an ending. No one – myself or anyone on the production staff – could have ever imagined that such an ingenious solution would present itself to such a bad situation.

  Nadia: That’s right. Although I’m sure the studio execs weren’t that happy considering that they didn’t give her the apartment, Chase.

  Chase: I mean, come on. She won $2 billion. The apartment was only worth $150 million. I think where they ended up as well is a lot nicer than One57.

  Nadia: But the producers lost the spinoff opportunity with both men going with Megan, didn’t they?

  Chase: I think we need to say a big thank you to the producers and a big congratulations to the happy trio of Madden and Tristan and Megan.

  Nadia: I know you actually want to say fuck you to the producers. But I don’t think you can say fuck you to the producers on live TV, babe. You might get fired?

  Chase: I don’t think they’ll ever find television anchors as engaging and charming as us. Plus, they wouldn’t dare let us go. Not while you’re pregnant.

  Nadia: Sigh. You just spilled the secret out to the millions of people that are watching.

  Chase: Actually I think the number was close to 1 billion people tuned in to see the finale of The Biggest Licker.

  Nadia: Wow. All those people saw how Megan basically said fuck you to the producers and the crazy situation they had set up and chose love huh?

  Chase: Well, the official line is audience, that love won. Megan didn’t win. Well, I guess she did. But more than anything, love won. It’s not about who lost. It’s about who won.

  Nadia: Wait, isn’t it about who lost?

  Chase: No, because think about it. Everyone who in some way touched The Biggest Licker or experienced any part of it came out the winner. Even if they got just a little bit of enjoyment from it. Whether they stayed for the whole thing or part way, they won. And that’s what we want. A lot of winners.

  Nadia: I know. We don’t like losers.

  Chasers: So audience, thank you for following us this season. We look forward to further pleasing you in the future. This has been a Naughty Angel Production!

  Nadia: Ciao, everyone! Be sure to watch out for us! We might pop in throughout other stories just to say hello!

  Chase: Until next time, this is…

  Voiceover: THE BIGGEST LICKER!!!!!

  Kim vs. Stepbrother

  A Naughty Angel Tale

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  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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  Kim

  “Derek told me yesterday that we were going to Vienna next month while he bought some country or something," Alicia says to the table. "But I guess they had a coup so we're not anymore."

  There are a few murmurs of con
cern and it's pretty clear no one knows what Alicia just said. Derek tries his hardest to not roll his eyes.

  "Babe, I was supposed to go to Vietnam to give a lecture on how to do business in other countries, but it ended up getting cancelled because we're going on a cruise," he tells her. "How much were you drinking last night when I was talking about this?"

  "Just one cosmo," she says, blinking her large eyes at him trying to look innocent.

  But that makes a lot more sense now the way Derek said it. I can't help but smile. Despite the fact that Alicia has the ability to sometimes just act like a total Valley Girl and an airhead, I still love her so much. And I guess Derek makes her so happy.

  Actually the two of them are really cute together. She's a classic, cute, and he's a strong, dominating influence. But you can tell she totally has him wrapped around her finger. I doubt if Derek even realizes the extent to which Alicia has him under her spell.

  "I can't believe you were thinking of going to Vietnam!" Ashley says with a squeal. She turns to her SO. "Why can't you send me somewhere awesome like that, Apollo?" she asks.

  Apollo doesn't say much when it's a large group of us. I don't know if it's because he's shy or if it's because he just views us all with contempt.

  But let me take that back.

  I'm pretty sure from everything I've seen he is totally into Ash, so I don't think he views us with contempt.

  I think what happens is that he's just not sure what to make of Ashley. Like Alicia, even though they've been dating and are so in love, he just doesn't understand what to make of her sometimes. I mean, you gotta think about it like this. Apollo Kane is this billionaire titan. And the same goes with Derek who is this major player on Wall Street.

  Both of these men are towering figures.

  But these wispy lil' women with their Prada shoes and Louis Vuitton handbags, their La Perla lingerie and their Mac lipstick, their Sephora perfume, and their Forever 21 skirts basically just buzz around them like a little bird flies around a giant.

  Time to time, they come into contact and apparently sex happens. You listen to both of my friends and they'll tell you that they have these giant monster orgasms where, I dunno, they see God or whatevs.

  Whatever. I guess it's fine if they're happy.

  But I'm just sitting here by myself—literally the fifth wheel in this group. I wouldn't even have come out tonight if Alicia hadn't forced me to. And once Ashley heard that I was free and in the city there was no stopping the two of them. You think one is bad? Try having both of them trying to get you to do stuff.

  I mean, sure, I love hanging out with my friends and I get along just fine with Derek and Apollo. No one is mean to me.

  But, I mean, where's my guy who offers to pick up the whole tab? Where's my guy who I can hold hands with under the table? Or trade stories that make no sense and needs correcting for? Who's looking out for me when I'm out so that I can just be a lil' girl and not have to worry about life?

  I've had to take care of myself like this my entire life. Sure, Alicia or Ashley will roll their eyes if I ever complain.

  "I mean, your stepdad is like, the owner of Connecticut," Alicia will say, and it's true to an extent; the man Mom ended up marrying last year owns a lot of property in Connecticut.

  But where was he when I was growing up?

  Where was my stepbrother Cody when I needed a man to help me learn how to drive a car?

  "So, we're all set for this weekend, right you two?" Ashley asks Alicia and Derek. "You guys are finally going to have the engagement party?"

  We've finished dinner at Kittichai and are in the stretch limo that's taking us to the Time Warner Center.

  "Finally," Alicia says. "We've only been like waiting on this party forever. You're all coming this weekend right?"

  Ashley and Apollo nod and Alicia looks at me and narrows her eyes.

  "I'm going too," I say defensively. "I'm actually going to go relax for a few days at my stepdad's place too then," I say.

  "Isn't that in Southampton?" Alicia asks me and I nod. "That's perfect then, babe. You're like only a few minutes away from us."

  "I just need to relax and lay out in the sun, ya know?" I tell her as we ride the elevator to the Stone Rose Tavern.

  I know that's probably the one thing in the world I don't need right now, to be by myself even more. I mean, there's no way I'm going to meet Mr. Right Now if I'm hanging out by the pool on my own in Long Island.

  But, it's not like I don't get a chance to go out.

  I mean, I'm out now, aren't I?

  "Can I buy you a drink?" a voice asks me and I turn toward it.

  Cute guy. Nice bod.

  I notice Alicia and Ashley start to steer their men a bit away from me, letting the guy feel a bit more confident to talk to me.

  Alicia throws looks over, ready to jump in in a moment's notice. Ashley's different. She'll watch and if needed she'll step in.

  "What do you do?" I ask as the bartender hands me a cosmo. I breathe heavily, hoping my boobs are going up and down and he's noticing.

  "I work at Carter Jeffries in Private Equity," he tells me smoothly. "What about you?"

  "I work for City Hall," I tell him, just as smooth.

  "The Mayor?" he asks.

  I nod.

  "Didn't he have some scandal a year ago?" cute guy asks me.

  "What was your name again?" I ask him, getting away from the topic that Mayor Anders doesn't want to talk about.

  "I'm John Halpern," he tells me. "And you?"

  "Kimberly Lubbers," I tell him. "But you can call me Kim."

  Jim gives me a winning smile.

  "Well, Kim," he says. "I was just about to head out and call it a night. But maybe you want to keep it going?"

  I would.

  I honestly should.

  Just say fuck it to the world and go have a night of no strings sex.

  But here's where I get lame.

  "I have to catch a train tomorrow to go to the Hamptons for a party this weekend," I tell him. "So no late night for me, and that's what it would get to."

  I can tell somehow that Alicia and Ashley have dropped their guard.

  I don't know if they heard me, or they see my body language, or his, but they're okay now to enjoy their men.

  You can bet your bottom dollar that if I were going home with him tonight, my sisters in arms would be checking him out and interrogating him non-fucking-stop.

  "I got a buddy in Babylon," John tells me. "Gimme your number and maybe we can get together."

  I can do that.

  I give it to him.

  He gives me a kiss on the cheek.

  "See you around, Island girl,” he tells me and I smile.

  Maybe Mr. Right Now is actually right around the corner.

  God, it's so great to be young.

  Cody

  Can you feel the humidity in the air? I’m just standing here in the middle of the dance floor, but the air around me seems like something out of a fucking rainforest. These girls are surrounding me like savages, rubbing their bodies against mine, and they’re so fucking wet you can barely breathe around me.

  “What do you say we get out of here?” Comes the voice of a girl from just behind. I turn around, nursing the 15-year-old whisky in my hands, and face her. Oh, what do we have here? She’s a petite brunette, a dress too tight for her own good, and lips that are just fucking begging for my cock.

  “Cody, right?” she asks me, coming up to me and pressing her voluptuous tits against my body. They feel like plastic fake tits and, judging by their size, they probably are. What’s with women these days? I don’t fucking mind it most of the time, but it seems like most women nowadays are all silicone and no flesh.

  Where are the fucking natural wonders? I mean, just look at me, twelve-inch cock dangling from between my legs, and I can fucking assure you it’s all natural.

  “That’s me, yeah,” I say, running my hand down her back and resting it over her ass. />
  “What do you say we go back to your place?” she mewls, swaying her body at the rhythm of the music and rubbing her tits against my chest.

  “What do you say we don’t go back to my place and you buy me a drink?” I ask her, waving my now empty glass of whisky in front of her face. Her eyes widen, and then she frowns; not the answer she was expecting. Well, babe, we can’t always get what we want, right? Besides, this is like the fourth girl tonight coming up to me like that. This shit gets tiresome. That’s why I just shot her down. I didn’t want or need her to buy me a fucking drink, and, to be honest, I doubt she could even afford what I’m drinking.

  “Bon voyage,” I tell her as she steps back from me and ambles down the dance floor like a predator in heels, looking for some fresh meat to dig her claws into. You’re probably wondering why I’m not fucking the living daylights out of anyone by now, but the truth is that I just can’t be fucking bothered tonight. That doesn’t sound like Cody Brooks at all, right? But that’s me.

  What, never heard of me? I’m a fucking rock star here in Manhattan, babe. That’s why these girls are all dancing around me as if I were some kind of God. My nights out are legendary, and I’ve lost count of how many girls I’ve fucked. It’s not my fault, really; women can’t get enough of my twelve-inch cock, 8-pack washboard abs, and ripped frame.

  You know what pisses me off, though? Most of them care more about the money than they care about my cock. Yeah, that’s right, I’m fucking rich. Since it somehow seems like you’ve never heard of me, let me explain: I’m Joseph Brook’s son. Yeah, that one, the hedge fund manager.

  Don’t get me wrong; I’ve made a fortune all by myself. I invested the $100k my father handed me down and turned it into a few millions. And that just a year after I got stateside from Iraq, where I was handing out justice to terrorists by way of a M4 rifle that earned me two Silver Stars; you can swing by my bedroom to check them out any time.