Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Darcy moves his hands from my hips and brings his lips back to my clit. He slides two fingers into my pussy and presses them against my G-spot, massaging it as he makes out with my love button.

  As he pumps his hand against my cunt, I rock my hips back on him and roll them around against his fingers. I’m on the verge of exploding like fireworks and coming all over his face and fingers.

  I take my own hands and start massaging my still cum-covered tits, groping them hard to match the intense fingering of my cunt.

  The line of the roman candle is lit, and I roll my hips up as it sets off. Jolts of pleasure travel throughout my body like sparks of gunpowder igniting in spurts. Sure enough, an explosion of pleasure ensues, and I’m enraptured in my own orgasm.

  My mind is blank, and my vision is a blur as my cum gushes out of my pussy and onto Darcy’s fingers and his chin.

  Darcy pulls his fingers out of me and offers them to me, holding them to my face. What am I supposed to do? I wouldn’t turn it down for the world.

  I happily lap my cum from Darcy’s strong, fat fingers, and as he pulls them out, I sit up and catch my breath.

  I glance up and down at Darcy and am reminded of his spectacular cock as I stare at it at full attention yet again. Goddamn, that fucking thing is huge. I want it inside of me.

  I stand up and straighten my clothing and tousle my hair gently. Floor sex gives you the most stubborn tangles, but I do what I can to tame it before it’s too cumbersome.

  Darcy follows suit and is on his feet just moments after me. He holds me from behind and breathes onto my neck and pecks his lips, starting at my jawbone and ending at my shoulder.

  His hands cup my tits. They’re such a perfect size and shape for his large hands—just enough for him to hold and for them to spill over slightly. He massages them and pushes his cock against my leg.

  I place my hands over his and drag them down my curvy waist and onto my hips. I let go and run my hand up behind me and bring my face close to his, my head tilted up.

  I breathe in his cologne, and my fingers rest on the back of his neck. I poke my ass out and brush against his lower abs and cock, swaying back and forth sensually.

  I bring my hand back down and stretch my torso and bring my hands all the way down to my ankles. I adjust my feet so they’re about shoulder width apart, and I wiggle my now fully exposed pussy at him, insinuating what I desire to happen without uttering a single word.

  Darcy holds his cock in his hand as he positions himself against me. I feel him push it against my pussy. He puts his other hand on the edge of my spine as he guides his cock inside my cunt.

  He moves his hands back to my hips and thrusts in and out a few times before finally sinking the entire thing into me.

  My cunt has twelve inches of thick cock buried deep inside of it. I am amazed every single time he fucks me because it just slides in so perfectly. This guy has a talent of making it fit like none other.

  I quiver with pleasure as his perfect hips slam against my ass, his cock so deep inside my pussy.

  “Holy fuck, Darcy!” I can’t help but shout. “Fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you fucking can. I love being full with your cock. Just take me and make me your fucking slut.”

  Darcy doesn’t skip a fucking beat. Without hesitation, he rams his cock into me and pumps in and out so fast I can feel the friction forcing our skin to be warm on each other.

  As his cock thrusts into my pussy, I can feel it pulse and throb, stretching my hole just slightly. The more it happens, the more slutty I feel. I love having my cunt pushed to the limit, and I love him experimenting with me, testing my every boundary.

  My hands are gripped tight around my ankles, and I’m squeezing so hard I’m afraid I’ll rupture my own fucking Achilles tendon. My thighs and calves tense and relax with each thrust, causing the muscles to burn in the best way possible while getting plowed with a massive cock.

  I moan in short, expressive sounds. I sound kind of like I’m on a rocket about to be launched into space. This man is fucking me so hard I don’t know what to even do with myself other than sit like a good little slut and take it for as long as I can before I squirt all over him.

  Just then, Darcy slows himself. Still buried in my pussy, he leans his torso over my back and pulls me up by my hair. I release my ankles from my grasp, some blood flow returns to my feet, and I feel tingling up through both of my legs.

  “Do you trust me?” asks Darcy. His question catches me off guard, but I’m quick to reply with certainty.

  “Absolutely,” I assure him.

  “Good.”

  Darcy hugs me around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. As he pulls himself back upright, he tugs at the scarf around my neck from behind. I feel a slight head rush and start coughing.

  “Darcy,” his name barely escapes my throat.

  “Lizzie, trust me. Not another word,” he practically barks.

  I do trust him. I would bet my life on him never trying to harm me. But I would be wrong if I said I wasn’t still nervous somewhere in my being.

  I shake it off as much as I can and go with his plan. I breathe, and I let go.

  Darcy thrusts hard into my aching cunt. He gives the scarf a good tug as it’s pressed against my neck.

  Ooooh. What an exhilarating sensation. I’m beginning to see what he’s getting at here.

  He pushes my back down some, forcing my upper body to hang against the scarf he has leveraged up at chest level.

  It’s not a hard-enough pressure that I can’t breathe at all—it’s just enough to limit my oxygen levels, making me go a little loopy as we fuck. As I float in this euphoric cloud, I’m taking all twelve inches of his cock in stride.

  Because of the scarf, each thrust is heightened. I’m on the verge of coming all over his cock.

  His grip tightens on the scarf, and it absolutely sends me over the edge. I gyrate my hips and flex them forward as I feel an incredible tingling feeling throughout my body, starting at the top of my head and traveling all the way through to my toes. Suddenly, my cunt is brimming with my own cum before I relax my pussy’s muscles and spew it all over Darcy’s thick cock.

  I moan out in ecstasy and weep at his beautiful girth as it exits my cunt.

  Darcy let’s go of the scarf and holds me from behind. I huff and puff and pant, trying to bring my breathing back to normal. Darcy is a beautiful dominant man. He comforts me and reassures me everything is as it should be every time he plays with my limits.

  After some gentle nuzzling and kissing, I’m calm. I’m actually better than calm. I want more.

  Of course I want more. I’m his little slut. I want him to take everything I am and turn it into some form of pleasure.

  He’s a drug, and I’m an addict.

  “That was spectacular, Darcy,” I comment. “Thank you, sir.” I nod to him.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he responds. “I knew you would.” His tone is just a little bit snarky; he’s poking fun at my initial hesitation.

  “You know just what I want and when I want it. What can I say but I’m never left unsatisfied?” I say.

  “Then I know exactly what you’re going to do. Get on all fours,” orders Darcy.

  I drop to my knees so quickly I’m not sure if he’s even finished his sentence at first. Once I’m at the floor, I stabilize myself with both hands in front of me, about shoulder width apart. My legs are pressed together, and my ass is sticking out from under my skirt, which I’m somehow still wearing.

  I guess when it’s hot enough, you just don’t care if there are clothes involved or not. I already am going to have to get my shirt dry-cleaned. I might as well toss in the whole outfit from today.

  Darcy brings himself to his knees again. He’s standing behind me, with a full view of my bare ass and my pussy lips peeking through. Darcy rubs my butt cheeks, admiring the plumpness of my ass.

  After caressing for a few moments, he brings his hand back and strikes his hand forwa
rd firmly against my right butt cheek.

  I gasp and jut forward, surprised. I bite my lip and wiggle my ass at him, beckoning him to do it again. He obliges and smacks my left butt cheek with a thwap.

  He does it a third time, right across both cheeks and even smacking my pussy some. I writhe and lower my head down, my chin greeted by my tits. I clench my fist and moan, wiggling my ass at him even more.

  Darcy takes his hands and caresses my ass again, this time with red markings from his bare-bottomed spanking. He takes one butt cheek in each hand and spreads them apart, revealing my tight, puckered asshole. He rubs his thumb over it, and I feel it spasm against his touch.

  Keeping the cheeks apart, he immerses his face into the crevice of my ass and starts passionately tonguing at my hole. I moan in approval and dig my fingernails into the carpet beneath me.

  “Mmmm, Darcy, you make me feel so dirty.”

  He releases my butt cheeks from his grasp and wraps his arms around my legs tightly, keeping my asshole pressed hard against his tongue. He thrusts it deep inside me and pushes it in and out, getting it all slick.

  I could sit here all day and let him lick my asshole, but I know for a fact that I want this man’s cum to coat me again. I need him to shove that meat into my asshole while it’s primed and ready to go.

  “Darcy! Darcy! Fuck me in my tight little ass. Your little slut wants it so badly!” I shout at him.

  “For someone that was once so hesitant to let me fuck their little sluthole, you sure are eager for me to jam my cock into it,” Darcy remarks before lining his cock up against my pucker. He spits onto his cock and pumps his hand, rubbing the spit in for good measure.

  Darcy pushes the head of his cock into my ass. Just the tip. Then he stops and waits.

  My cunt throbs from that alone. He caresses my back, tracing his hands up and down and lands them firmly on my hips. I start pushing back against his cock, easing it into my ass.

  My movements are small and minimal at first, but soon they grow to be full-on thrusts against his hard, massive cock. I cry out in pleasure as I push onto him and feel my ass against his hip bones. He’s inside me as far as it goes, and I am fucking ecstatic.

  Darcy starts pounding into me, his balls slamming against my cunt and tickling my clit as his cock jams in and out of my tight ass. At this point, I’m full-on grunting at each pump into me.

  I’m sucked into a submissive state, and I throw my arms behind me and grab my own ass, allowing him to push even deeper into me and stretching my hole open.

  He thrusts hard against my ass and I spasm. He takes my forearms and grips them tight as he humps me, creating a different leverage point and tilting his cock in a different position, unlocking a whole new sensation I haven’t felt before. I moan in long, intense intervals just overwhelmed with all of the pleasure I’m experiencing under Darcy’s fantastic cock.

  I feel myself pushed into a trance, and I release hard in an orgasm. As I scream out to Darcy that I’m coming, his cock throbs hard inside me, and I feel my ass engorge with his cum. The extreme pressure of my full ass pushes his cock out of me, and I quickly turn myself over and allow him to come all over my torso and my chest.

  I fucking love having his hot, creamy cum coating my perky bosom. As his cum leaks from my ass, it also covers my chest and my collarbone.

  I bring my hand down to my ass and scoop up what’s escaped my hole and lay it onto my chest before rubbing it all onto my skin. The warm, slick liquid is so comforting. I grab my tits hard and pinch my nipples, feeling my fingers slide right off them from the slippery coating.

  Darcy brings himself to the floor with me. He lies on his side and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. He nestles his body onto mine, and I wiggle into his shape.

  We lay together, enjoying the aftermath of our reunion.

  “Definitely not a white dress for you,” Darcy confirms.

  I shake my head violently and smirk, trying my best not to give in to his stupid comments. He kisses my neck softly, and I lean my head away, letting him do as he pleases.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ve never been more happy and more satisfied in my life. Darcy is my nirvana.

  As we cuddle on the floor of the cam room, we find each other’s breathing rhythm, and soon our lungs are expanding and collapsing as one.

  We’re not fatigued, we’re blissful—enveloped in a serenity I’ve never experienced before. Quietly, and simultaneously, we start nodding off.

  Before I’m fully out, I hear Darcy whisper into my ear, “I love you, Lizzie.”

  He kisses the back of my neck. I squeeze his arms and relax and drift off to sleep, blanketed by my perfect Mr. Big.

  Lust Muscle

  A Billionaire Revenge Romance

  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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  Liam

  I grab the flavor-of-the-day’s hips and pound my cock into her over and over, smirking when she cries out a string of words practically in worship of me and what I’m doing to her body.

  “Oh, fuck, Liam, your cock is so big,” she squeals, writhing under my hands. “I’m gonna cum—”

  Her words break off as I flick my thumb across her clit and make her cum all over my cock.

  Fuck yeah, my cock is big. And I know exactly what to do with. This girl—Misty?—is just the latest to tell me how fucking amazing it is. Like I don’t know. There’s a reason I have a reputation as the hottest billionaire playboy in New York City. Everyone wants a piece of Liam Donovan. And I’m usually happy to give it to them.

  Hard, fast, and dirty.

  Sometimes more than once if the chick happens to be especially hot. But never for more than one night.

  Shoving her face down into the bed and yanking her ass up even higher, I plunge into her even harder, groaning through my own orgasm.

  “Fuck…” I grit out as I shoot hot, streaming jets of cum inside her, my cock throbbing with my release.

  Then I pull out and let her fall to the bed, standing up and taking care of the used-up condom. I tie it off and toss it in the trash and reach for my pants, ready to get the fuck away now that we both got what we came here for.

  Misty (I think) rolls over on the bed and bites on the tip of a brightly painted fake fingernail. “Liam,” she coos, rubbing the wrinkled sheets beside her. “Why are you getting dressed? Come back to bed.” She pats it for emphasis.

  I just look at her. What the fuck? She wants to cuddle or some shit?

  “Uh, Misty—” she doesn’t correct me so I assume I got that much right, “—that’s not part of the deal.”

  She pouts. “Maybe I’m not done with you.”

  Too bad. I’m done with her.

  “I thought maybe we could go again?” She bites her lower lip, no doubt thinking I’ll find it sexy. Whatever. Girls like Misty are a dime a dozen.

  Well, at least in the circles I run in. Yeah, she’s some celebutante socialite, always on the pages of the tabloids, but girls like her throw themselves at me on the regular. I’ll have another one begging for my dick tomorrow.

  Misty should know how this goes. It’s a one-night stand. I pull my pants on, making it clear that she needs to be happy with what she got. A nice, hard fucking from Liam Donovan.

  She slumps back onto the bed and shrugs, yawning, and my mind moves on to other things. I have a lot to do for work tomorrow and I need to get some rest. I’ll sleep better now that I got my rocks off.

  Pulling my shirt over my head, I notice that Misty’s already on h
er way to knocked out cold. Guess that’s what a bottle of wine and a good fucking will do to you.

  Leaving her there naked on the bed, I leave the room, pulling the door shut behind me. She’s totally welcome to stay in the guest room all night if she wants. I always let the women I bring home sleep there if they want, even though I don’t invite them to. I won’t even have to ask my housekeeper to clean the room up tomorrow. She knows the drill. It’s the room I use for fucking, and it’s always fresh for the next girl in line.

  I wonder briefly what my housekeeper thinks about that. I don’t ever fuck girls in my own room. It’s a rule. One I never break. But just as quick as the thought comes, it’s gone.

  Strolling into the living room of my penthouse apartment, I look out the windows at the lights of Manhattan below. I could probably go get some work done tonight if I wanted to. I have a lot on my plate right now, trying to juggle everything.

  Instead, I pour myself a glass of Scotch and settle on the grey sofa, my eyes on the city lights but my thoughts elsewhere. Taking a sip, I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling.

  I have a fucking awesome life and I want to keep it that way. The best apartment, all the best and sexiest women, the envy of every man in Manhattan, more money than anyone could ever need. They all want to be me.

  More than that, I have my work. I fucking love what I do. You can’t really beat that, can you? What more could I ask for?

  Nothing. That’s what.

  Yeah, some people want to razz me about my playboy lifestyle, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I like having a new woman in my bed every night. I like that I don’t have to worry about all the bullshit that comes with keeping one around for longer than that.

  Slamming the rest of my drink back, I go to my imported German bar and pour another glass of ten-thousand-dollar Scotch. Nothing but the best for a Donovan.