Insta-Hubby (A Billionaire Fake Relationship Romance)

by Lauren Milson

  I look down at her pussy and at the lovely white lace panties she’s chosen. “You wear these for me to show that you’re pure?” I say, pushing her knees up and apart and kissing inside her thighs.

  “I did wear them for you,” she responds, breathily and hushed. “But not to show that I’m pure. Because they’re pretty.”

  “You’re not pure?” I say, tracing a finger along the soaked white lace. My heart leaps into my throat. I want to tear the panties off her and pummel my cock deep inside her wet cunt. “What do you mean you’re not pure?”

  “I’ve thought of you doing every last dirty thing to me over the past year,” she confesses, her hands over her face, muffling her voice. “I’m not that pure.”

  “Baby,” I say, my cock growing impossibly harder. “Show me. Show me what you did when you thought of those dirty things.”

  “What?” Her hands fall to her sides and she props herself up on her elbows to look at me. Her pretty hair falls down in her face, and she looks like a fucking angel. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I want you to show me what you did when you thought of all those dirty things. Did you touch yourself?” I drag a finger up and down between her legs as she lets out a shudder and closes her eyes.

  Her lips part. “Yes.”

  “Then show me.” I sit up on the bed and kick my pants off and shed my shirt. “Show me.”

  Jess sits up, bringing her legs together and passing her hand over her body, from her neck down to her pussy.

  Reaching out, I put my hands on both of her knees and spread her legs open. “I want to see everything,” I command.

  Her fingers dip down into her panties and rub slowly. “This is what I’d do,” she says softly. “I thought of you all the time.”

  I reach down into my boxers and wrap my hand around my cock, grazing up and down. “Only me?” There’s fire in my belly and pure desire in my heart.

  “Only you.” She nods and I cross the distance between us, scooping her onto my lap and capturing her wrist in my hand. I slowly bring her fingers to my lips, tasting the sweet nectar from her pussy.

  “I’m going to make that pussy mine. And only mine.” I look deep into her eyes and I know she’s ready. She gives me a purposeful nod and I slip her panties down and toss them aside. She puts one knee down on each side of my lap, and I slowly guide her down onto the tip of my cock. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she lowers herself down slowly with my help. “That’s nice.”

  Her wet cunt opens up for me, and I feel a little pressure against the head of my cock as I pull her down farther. “Does it hurt, baby?” She’s impossibly tight around me, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  “A little,” she says, steadying herself against my chest. “But it’s okay. I want to keep going.”

  I slip my cock all the way inside and stay there for a moment, kissing her pink lips and holding her. She moves up a little and grinds against me, her fingertips playing on the back of my neck.

  “Good girl,” I say, kissing her forehead and slowly starting to glide my cock in and out of her. I feel so content, so good inside. Reaching to unclasp her bra, I let the fabric fall away from her and capture one of her hard nipples between my lips.

  I reach to pull her ass toward me while reaching down to massage her clit. She’s taking my cock so well, and I feel the heat of pressure starting to draw up deep inside me, ready to spill over at any moment.

  Jess’ breathing picks up and she closes her eyes, leaning her forehead against my chest. “That feels so nice,” she moans sweetly. “I think…”

  “What is it, baby? Are you getting ready to come all over my cock?” I press up into her and feel a new depth. She accepts all of me, her tight cunt spreading around me and wrapping me up perfectly.

  She stutters a little, her breasts forming perfect peaks and her nipples becoming rock-hard. “Yes...I think so.”

  I put my hand over one of her nipples, teasing it lightly while rubbing her clit faster. “Then come on my cock,” I moan, unable to control myself any longer, marking her with all of me as I come deep inside her.

  “Yes, yes,” she says, her hot breath against my neck as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. I keep pumping as she comes hard, our bodies moving in perfect concert.

  “That’s right, you moan and scream. You know this is mine, right baby?” I whisper into her ear, pulling my lips away from hers.

  “Yes,” she cries out. “I know it’s yours.”

  “Only mine, right?”

  “Yes.” Her body collapses against my chest and I rock against her. The bright morning sunlight pours through the window. She’s mine.

  Jess

  A light rapping on the door wakes me up, and for a moment I forget where I am. My eyelids flutter awake and I see Chris sitting on the edge of the bed with a steaming hot mug.

  For a second, I forget I’m not a virgin anymore.

  “I guess I wore you out, huh?” He hands me the mug as I sit up in his bed, wrapped up in his dark slate grey sheets and duvet.

  “How long was I sleeping?” I wake up slowly and take the coffee from him, taking a sip before placing it down on the nightstand.

  “Not long. Half hour. I know you already had your coffee but I thought you might like more.” He gets up and pulls his heavy blackout curtains on the window open a little wider, letting sunshine pour in.

  I curl my legs up under me and contemplate how I got here. I guess if it hadn’t been for the storm, I would have been able to drive home just fine last night and I would never have needed Chris’ help getting home.

  Chris goes into the hallway and shuts the bathroom door behind him. My first instinct is to get the hell out, but it feels so good to be back here. I couldn’t resist his deliciously sexy smile, and the way he pushed me against the wall this morning and took me upstairs was perfect. The absolute perfect way for it to happen.

  Somehow I’m wearing a pair of Chris’ college sweatpants and old band t-shirts. I don’t remember getting dressed, and it’s almost like I was in his clothes the whole time.

  “I was thinking of shaving,” Chris hollers from inside the bathroom. “What do you think?”

  “No!” I shout from the bed, hurrying over to the bathroom. “You look so hot with that beard!” I can’t believe the words fly out of my mouth, but it’s too late to shove them back in.

  The door swings open and Chris is standing there without a shirt and just a towel wrapped around his waist, his face covered with shaving cream. “I was thinking of going to get a Santa gig at the mall this year,” he says, checking himself in the mirror. “What do you think? Does this pass for a Santa beard?”

  He leans down and steals a kiss from me, causing the shaving cream to get on my lips and chin. “Hey!” I laugh and push him away playfully.

  I’m finally able to get a good look at his body now, in the full light of day streaming through the small window. His chest and abs are chiseled and I’m getting wet thinking of how he took me and made me his. It felt so perfect, and it still does.

  Since early this morning, everything’s changed. Or maybe everything’s been the same all along.

  “Get in here.” Chris grabs me by the hand and pulls me into him, kissing me on the cheek and wiping away the shaving cream that he’s gotten on my face. “Let me clean you up.” He pulls the towel off his waist, leaving him standing there in the buff as he dabs away the shaving cream from my face with the black towel.

  Stunned, I stand there in front of him, smiling and frozen.

  “So you want me to keep the beard, right?” he says, gently wiping away the rest of the shaving cream.

  “Yes, please.” I look up into his eyes as he hangs the towel up on a hook behind the door. The way the muscles in his chest and arms flex is distracting me from the fact that his dick is out and on full display right in front of me like he’s used to it.

  “It’s okay baby,
you can look at it. I won’t be offended.” He peers down at his dick and smiles at me. “You should get used to this thing.”

  “I wasn’t trying to look at it,” I say casually. He’s caught me. The more I tried not to look, the more obvious it became that I wanted to.

  Chris starts getting dressed again, pulling on the boxers and undershirt he has folded up on the counter.

  “I wanted to bring you somewhere special today,” he says. “So where do you want to go?”

  I look around the bathroom. It’s decorated exactly how it was when we were in college. It’s a little bit dated, but I still love it. Pink and teal tiles line the wall inside the shower, and the rest of the walls are painted beige. There’s a small window inside the shower, and all I can see through it is a bright blue sky.

  “Here,” I say, shifting to look in his eyes. “Right here. This is the special place I’ve wanted to come back to.”

  He steps toward me and pulls me in for a strong embrace. My fingers trace along the back of his shoulders as I breathe deeply. It’s warm and safe in his arms. I’m never letting him let me go again.

  “My dad’s on his way home,” Chris says, hugging me tight. “Let’s try to get him to come to your place tonight.”

  “That would be nice.” I snuggle into his chest, my fingers punctuating how different everything is. How good. How perfect.

  From outside in the hallway and down the stairs I hear the front door open. Chris jogs into his room, and I’m unable to pry my eyes away from butt in his cute Santa boxers. He reappears from his room moments later, as his dad appears at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Anyone home?” I observe him tossing his keys into a small metal bowl on a table by the front door and check himself in the mirror hanging above it. Turning to start up the stairs, he sees me at the top landing, waving down at him. “Jess?”

  “Yep, it’s me,” I say, pausing by the banister as Chris’ dad comes up and gives me a hug. “Nice to see you again!”

  “What a nice surprise,” he says, a warm glow spreading behind his eyes. “Chris, you didn’t tell me your number one girl was back in town.”

  Chris leans against the banister and folds his arms. “I didn’t know she was going to be here myself, until yesterday.”

  “How long are you in town for?” Chris’ dad asks. “How are you liking California?”

  “It’s great. I’m just keeping busy with school and everything. Not much time for a social life.” I dig a toe into the floor behind me, awkwardly trying to avoid Chris mentioning anything about me transferring schools.

  “Better there than here, though, right?” Chris’ dad jokes. “Everyone here knows each other. Old news, right?”

  He reaches out and puts a hand warmly on Chris’ shoulder.

  “Actually, Jess’ parents wanted you to come over to their place for dinner.” Chris hooks a hand around the back of his neck and looks sidelong at his dad. “I told them I’d ask. I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood.”

  His dad lets out a sigh and checks his watch. “I’ll try to make it over. But Chris, don’t let me keep you here. We don’t have anything planned for tonight ourselves.”

  “I’m aware of that,” Chris grumbles, putting a hand on the small of my back.

  I look over at him sympathetically, knowing how hard it is to face the holidays when someone you love is gone. I know he still has a relationship with his mom, but it must be so different with both of his parents living under different roofs. They’re not a unit anymore. I force a smile at Chris and he reaches down to squeeze my hand.

  “Good to see you, and Merry Christmas,” his dad says, slipping past us and disappearing into his bedroom.

  Chris and I make our way downstairs quietly and a little bit somberly.

  “I think he’ll come,” I offer when we are in the living room, Chris collapsing onto the couch. “Don’t you think?”

  “Nah,” he says, his face growing hard. “I don’t think he’ll show. That’s fine.”

  “I know it’s fine,” I say, sitting down next to him, “but it would have been nice to have him.”

  “Yeah. Would have been nice, but what are you going to do?” I study Chris’ face, starting to grasp a better understanding of the pain he’s been through. “Let’s go back to your place,” he says, slipping his hand into mine.

  We drive in silence back to my house, and my stomach is growling by the time we arrive. The house looks beautiful from far down the road, idyllic and peaceful, and we turn the corner in the driveway easily. The ice and snow are starting to melt faster now, and the house is dripping with melting icicles. For the first time in years, there’s a lit tree inside, framed with the living room’s big picture window.

  “It’s really nice, isn’t it?” Chris must have caught me looking at the tree. “I’m glad you bursted into my nursery yesterday. Have I mentioned that yet?” I look over at him and he leans over to give me a sweet kiss on the mouth.

  “You go inside. I want to clean some of the crap out of the back of this thing really quick.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and kneel down backwards in my seat, and start rooting around behind the seats.

  “Here, let me help you.” Chris starts to take off his seatbelt and turns around to help.

  “No, it’s okay. You go in. It’s probably open. Or just ring the bell.” I start grabbing text books from the box on the floor because it’s too heavy to pick up with everything inside it.

  “You mean you haven’t made me a key yet?” Chris jokes, opening the door quickly, hopping out and going to the front door.

  I watch him through the frosted front window as he goes inside, Paul shaking his hand and welcoming him in. It all seems so real and so true. I resume rooting around in the back of my truck and finally dig out what I’m looking for. It’s my acceptance letter to the vet program I’m thinking of transferring to. I know what moving back home would mean. It would mean that Chris and I would have a real chance to go all the way this time. I just don’t know if I’m ready yet.

  Shoving the letter into the glove compartment, I hop out of the truck and go inside the house. It smells like fresh sugar cookies, cardamom and rosemary. Paul and Chris are sitting on the couch with a cold beer each, and I go into the kitchen, pull on an apron and start helping my sister peel and chop some potatoes. Looking up from my work and over to Chris, I catch him looking at me while he’s talking to Paul. He takes a long swig from his beer, and the memory of his lips on me sends butterflies into my stomach.

  Chris

  Paul and I are shooting the shit and catching up on what’s been going on for each of us over the past year. He’s the assistant coach for the nearby university’s football team, but I already knew that. Even if I didn’t make it a point to follow his career, it would be impossible not to hear about him from the bar rats in town. He’s the town’s golden boy, and even though the team is nothing to write home about, he’s like a local celebrity.

  As for me, I’m not someone people give two shits about discussing. My life over the past year has been a progression from getting my degree, things really going fucking south with my family life, and then finally lucking out with this gig selling trees. I made two pretty good new friends there and earned some nice tips, but besides that, I usually wake up with either a raging hangover or still drunk from the night before. It’s a good thing helping people pick out a tree isn’t rocket science.

  But that’s all changing now, right before my eyes, because of her.

  And even though I polished off a bunch of beers yesterday, today I feel light as a fucking feather, no skull full of lead like normal.

  I watch Jess move about the kitchen with ease. My idea of a meal is a bowl of cereal or a microwaved frozen burrito. If I’m really feeling culinary, I’ll squirt some hot sauce on the thing. But seeing Jess in there doing her thing is making me want to get beside her and learn a thing or two about being in the kitchen. Call me a regular gourmand.

  Chatting with Paul, I hear
a car drive up the street and turn into Jess’ driveway.

  “Hey, isn’t that your father’s car?” Paul says, pointing to the window with his beer bottle. “It’ll be nice to see the old guy.”

  Jess pads over to me, wiping her hands on her apron. I picture her with nothing underneath, her little tits and pussy raw and ripe for me to bend her over and take her over the kitchen counter when we eventually get an apartment of our own together.

  “Told you he’d be here,” she says, flashing a smile and looking at me with those blazing, kind eyes.

  She rushes over to the front door and swings it open, reaching out and hugging my dad as he comes into the house. He’s been here before, but not in a long time. Jess’ parents were always friendly with mine, and as I glance up the stairs to see Mr. and Mrs. Murphy come down in their holiday sweaters, I can see that they’re smiling and happy to see my dad.

  I can’t believe he came through. I can’t believe he’s here. I can’t believe he and I will be able to sit down and have dinner together.

  And it’s all thanks to Jess.

  Jess

  After the plates have been scraped and the dishes stacked up high in the sink, I flop down onto the couch beside Chris and snuggle into him.

  “I can’t believe there are hardly any leftovers,” I say, patting my stomach.

  “That’s because everything went right in there,” Chris says, poking me on the side of the rib.

  “Hey!” I lean up and sneak a kiss onto his cheek, the soft stubble of his beard tickling my lips. I look over at the tree, wishing granddad were here, but this is turning out to be a pretty good Christmas after all. Maybe he really was watching over me when I stopped my car in the middle of the road like a crazy lady and Chris ended up rescuing me. I thought it was a bad thing at the time, but maybe it’s going to all end up okay.