Spring Break Bride: A Virgin For The Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Vivien Vale

  Daniel’s cock proceeds to slide perfectly into my cunt, and I savor the sensation while easing myself down.

  Things get blurry as I take in more of Daniel’s dick, and the surges of blindingly intense pleasure blooms into an ecstatic sea of bliss with each new inch.

  And we’re only getting started.

  I only take about half of Daniel’s dick at first, and that feels amazing enough, but the transcendence starts to kick in the third or fourth time when I lower myself completely onto his cock and we start gradually increasing our tempo.

  My vision blurs, and the world starts shaking mildly, and I hear Daniel’s voice and my voice roaring in a duet of pure rapture.

  I close my eyes tight to focus fully on the sensation of Daniel’s gigantic cock fitting me perfectly, again and again.

  How could anything possibly feel this fucking good?

  I lean backward a little and throw my head back in bliss. Our hands find their way to each other’s bodies, with Daniel stroking my tits and me lightly caressing his toned pecs.

  That’s as much as we can take, and we both come with abandon.

  After yet another journey to the sublime, Daniel and I lay on our backs, looking wordlessly at the vacant ceiling as the afternoon sun shines on us through the blinds.

  Rose

  “I can’t believe I’m five months pregnant already.”

  A nostalgic burst of energy plants a smile on my face as I lovingly rub my swelling belly.

  Daniel tosses me a grin and places his hand over mine. “Is the baby kicking right now?”

  “If I stay very still, we can probably feel some light little flutters,” I explain and take his hand to direct it over to the top of my little mound.

  “Here…” I whisper and bite my lip in concentration. “Keep your hand right here.”

  I press his hand onto my belly, and after a few seconds, the baby responds with a sharp and swift kick with the cutest little accuracy.

  Daniel squeals and move his hand over my belly, laughing with delight. “Holy shit, we have a little soccer player bouncing around in there!”

  “I know!” I shriek with happiness and glance out the passenger side window.

  We’re in the car, en route to our next doctor’s appointment. The doctor explained that this visit will cover the anatomy scan.

  I grin back at Daniel. “I’m so excited to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.”

  Daniel takes my hand and squeezes it. “I’ll be beyond thrilled and over the moon either way,” he confesses.

  “Me, too,” I say and give him a warm smile in return. “I can’t wait to see the little pictures of his or her cute and chubby face.”

  “That will indeed be one of the best parts.” Daniel stares out the windshield in front of him and laughs with the fondness of anticipation.

  “One thing is for sure…” I begin.

  “What’s that, sweetie?” He turns to glance at me.

  “This baby is going to be incredibly loved.”

  “Hell yeah, they are.” Daniel chuckles. “Spoiled, too.”

  “By your mom, I’m sure,” I tease and roll my eyes.

  “Speaking of which,” Daniel says and unscrews the cap to his water bottle before glugging down a few sips. “She’s going to meet us at the hospital.”

  “When? Today?” I ask and reposition myself in the seat. I hate to complain that it’s already becoming so uncomfortable to complete simple tasks when I’m only halfway there.

  “Yep.” Daniel nods. “She can’t wait to find out the gender either.”

  “Maybe we should have a gender reveal party.” I propose the idea. “It would be fun. Don’t you think?” I give Daniel a glance.

  He nods. “Absolutely. I think that would be perfect. We could invite friends and family over, and then maybe pull pink or blue balloons out of a box or something like I’ve seen on social media.”

  I’m thrilled at the idea. “We sure have come a long way, haven’t we?”

  “It’s been a whirlwind of fun,” Daniel admits with a chuckle.

  We live in one of his resort hotels now, still in Manhattan, but it’s his newest venture and his “other baby”, so to speak.

  I love all the perks of luxurious amenities, and the process of adapting was exponentially short for me.

  At first, we were a little surprised to learn of the pregnancy because Daniel was still having a difficult time coming without a condom in place.

  The way the doctor explained it to us was there was the possibility that the condom we used could have had a hole in it, or perhaps there was so much cum in that one load that it overflowed and spilled out of the condom and into me.

  Pretty sure that was it because Daniel has some fucking massive loads of cum.

  Either way, we are taking this lovely little surprise of nature as a beautiful blessing and a fateful gift from the universe. It was meant to be, condom issue or not.

  I turn away, looking back out the window so that Daniel won’t become alarmed by my tears, although they’re the happy kind.

  I’m remarkably blessed and have so much to be thankful for. Over the last several months, I’ve become closer and closer to his mom, and the gesture of her coming to the hospital to meet us today might seem minor, but to me it’s astronomical.

  When we get to the hospital, Daniel squeezes into a spot in the parking garage that’s conveniently just outside of the elevator doors.

  Relief flushes over me as I realize I won’t have to trot far to get there because the baby is currently using my bladder as its first ever squeeze toy.

  When we get to the lobby of my doctor’s office on the eighth floor, I hear the familiar chime of Daniel’s mom’s voice.

  “Hello!” she greets us and gleefully jogs over to wrap her arms around me and my baby bump.

  I open my arms to embrace her, too, as she pats me on the back, and then she pulls away to size me up, drinking me in with joy.

  “Darling…you look incredible.”

  “Thanks.” I shift my weight with embarrassment and tuck an unruly strand of hair behind my ear. “I feel like a whale.”

  “Are you kidding?” She clicks her tongue to protest defiantly. “You are stunning, truly glowing.”

  “Well, if you keep it up with the compliments, I just may get a swelled head, too,” I joke.

  “Anytime you need a boost of self-confidence, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to indulge you.” She winks at me and whispers, “Pregnancy looks good on you, kid.”

  “Okay, Mother.” Daniel sighs with artificial annoyance. “Give the woman some breathing room.”

  He pulls me away from his mother’s grasp, always acting protective over me and the baby.

  “No, really, it’s fine.” I laugh because in reality, I’m delighted by his mother and thrilled to have her on my team.

  We greet Ruben, and the four of us walk to the entrance to my doctor’s office just off to the right of the main lobby on this floor.

  Everyone takes a seat in the back of the waiting room while I sign in and do the usual paperwork for my appointment.

  A couple of minutes later, I join them with a smile on my face, plopping down beside Daniel, who pats my knee with exuberance.

  “I’m so excited,” I whisper to the group.

  “Me, too,” his mother squeaks, practically unable to control her enthusiasm.

  “I’m just hoping for a healthy baby,” Daniel admits, to which we all nod in agreement.

  “I concur with that,” I say. “A healthy baby is the true goal.”

  A few minutes later, we’re called to the back. I have to go through all the routine motions of giving a urine sample and getting my weight and blood pressure checked.

  After that, we head into the room where I slip into a gown before allowing everyone else back in.

  “Hello, everyone. I’m Dr. Farland,” my doctor of Hawaiian descent greets the family.

  “We’re so thrilled and honored to be a part of
this historical event and witness it in person,” Daniel’s mom states with a dramatic wave of her hand.

  I laugh at the adorableness of his mom as Dr. Farland squeezes the cold jelly onto my round and exposed belly. Then she places her ultrasound wand on top of it.

  The baby immediately comes on screen, waving around its beautiful tiny fists.

  “Wait a second here…” Dr. Farland trails off quietly and furrows her brow at the monitor.

  My heart leaps into my throat and threatens to be vomited up in fear.

  “Is everything alright?” I say with alarm.

  “Yes…” Dr. Farland continues vaguely as she pushes her instrument around over my stomach. “It’s just…I think I see two babies here.”

  Daniel and I glance at each other in shock, then back to the doctor to see if we’re hearing her correctly.

  “I’m sorry.” Daniel shakes his head and speaks up. “Did you just say you think you see two babies in there on that screen?”

  I glance back at Dr. Farland, waiting on eggshells for the answer, a little panic-stricken, but a little excited, too.

  Dr. Farland has been my gynecologist even before pregnancy, and I’ve known her a long time, so I trust her with my life and my baby’s life…whether that ends up being multiples or not.

  She finally grins and points to the screen. “Yes, it’s twins. See there?”

  I squint my eyes. Then after further pointing out, I can see the two bodies on the screen, swirling, dancing, and playing with each other in there.

  Tears of joy fill my eyes. “I can’t believe it! Twins!”

  “They look perfectly healthy,” Dr. Farland announces.

  “Girls or boys?” Daniel’s mom chimes in with the one question whose answer we are all dying to hear.

  “We can find that out now if the little ones will cooperate,” Dr. Farland says and pushes the wand further against my belly, trying to expose the parts between the babies’ legs.

  “This one is a…” She sticks her tongue out in concentration. “Boy!”

  The room yells with delight.

  “A boy!” Daniel yelps with excitement. “I’m going to have a son!”

  “Congratulations, sweetie,” his mom says fondly and pats his back.

  “What about the other one?” I squeal.

  Dr. Farland moves between the second baby’s legs. “This one is a…”

  She halts, and the suspense makes me feel like I might burst and go into labor right then and there.

  “It’s a girl!” she finally exclaims, and we all roar with excitement.

  I’m having twins, and I get the best of both worlds, too. Daniel leans down to hug me, and we squeeze each other tight with joy from the great news.

  I’m in tears―the pure magic of the blissful moment takes over and consumes me, so I don’t notice at first that Daniel slowly bends to one knee in front of me.

  I glance down at him from the examination table.

  “Honey, what are you doing?” I chuckle and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

  He retrieves a tiny red box from the front pocket of his jeans and places it directly in front of me. I swallow hard, knowing what’s coming, but I need another moment to compose myself.

  “Rose, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His breath hitches for a second. “Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”

  Daniel is a blurry figure in front of me through the fresh batch of tears rolling down my cheeks. Today is one for the history books: it’s completely perfect.

  I can’t move because I’m so profoundly in shock by all the events of the past few minutes. I’m still trying to process and digest the splendor of the day…but I manage to whimper a tiny yes while nodding vigorously.

  I hear everyone cheering and clapping as Daniel stands up and places the rock—a huge and chunky diamond—on my ring finger.

  He kisses my lips and makes me tingle all over. “I love you so much,” he breathes into my neck, causing a shiver of pleasure to surge through me.

  “I love you, too.” I sigh with contentment and make a mental note to freeze this perfect memory in my mind forever.

  This baby bargain gave me way more than I bargained for―and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Hard Bargain

  A Virgin & Billionaire Steamy Romance

  By Vivien Vale

  Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens

  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 intended for adults only.

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  Wes

  I'm in the meeting room with Leon again, and he's not happy. I've lost count of how many times I'm holed up with the guy, but I'm CEO, and it's my job to meet with my senior managers from time to time.

  I meet with Leon more than anyone else. He’s always complaining about something.

  There's nothing pleasant about Leon. He's closer to fifty than sixty, but since he found out about his wife Martha having cancer, he's become an old man overnight. His blond hair has grayed at the temples, and every day new wrinkles seem to appear between his brows and around his mouth. They’re not from smiling.

  It shouldn't happen to a person – you would think that thirty years of marriage would give a man some protection against bad luck, a reward for sticking it out so long. Even one who’s a dick like Leon. The universe is not known for its kindness.

  "What the fuck were you thinking?” Leon asks. His voice is louder than I like it to be. Again.

  “Language, please, Leon. We’re in the office.”

  “I don’t care where the hell I am,” he says. At least he avoided fuck. “If you’re going to bump up a little ditz from the front desk I’m going to say something about it.”

  And he has. Leon has been “saying something about it” for the last half hour.

  “Jordan deserves the position, Leon. You’ve seen her résumé. You know how impressive it is.”

  “Her attitude stinks. She walks around like she’s God’s gift to man and I’m not going to oversee her.”

  Leon has been a senior manager in my tech department for a long time. He’s good at what he does, and most of the time I trust his judgment. Most of the time. Since Martha became ill, I don’t know if he’s as reliable as he used to be. You can separate your personal life from your business life all you want; if someone close to you is dying, it changes you.

  “She has an MBA, Leon. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.”

  “Her attitude stinks.”

  So does yours, I think, but I don’t say as much. It will only make him angrier, and he’s pissed already.

  “You can’t shoot her down before we give her a chance. We wanted to hire internally. She’s the best we’ve got.”

  “Find someone else,” Leon says.

  I’m getting pissed off now, too. This guy thinks he’s going to tell me how to do my job?

  “Leon, I appreciate that you’re open with me, but I’m still your superior. You don’t tell me what to do.”

  Leon makes a face at me that tells me he’s not happy, but he bites his tongue. Smart man. At least this time. Instead, he paces the meeting room. I watch him from my chair at the six-seater table.

  I can fire him on the spot if I want to. God knows he’s had enough warnings from me to be out of here already, but I don’t want to fire the guy. He’s got chemo to pay for, chemo that might not even work.

  Losing your job when your life goes up in flames is a different kind of hell.

  “I don’t like it, Wes,” Leon says.

  I nod. “I know. And I’m sorry.”

  Leon narrows his eyes at me. “Sorry for what?”

  I sigh. “Everything you’re going thr
ough.”

  His face softens and I glimpse the man that already worked here by the time I arrived. Leon used to be the star of RidgeCo, the kind of man that knew exactly what needed to be done to grow a modest San Francisco tech company into something spectacular.

  He sits down in the chair he vacated when we started talking about Kylie Jordan. He’s calmer now. Sometimes, all it takes is sympathy.

  “So, we’re looking for someone else, then?” he asks.

  I shake my head, slowly. I know this is going to blow up in my face, but I’m pulling rank on this one.

  “I want her as my project manager, Leon,” I say. “We need her knowledge.”

  Leon blinks at me. It’s the silence before the storm.

  “I knew it,” he says and jumps up again. There it is. “I knew you were going to fuck me like this.”

  I close my eyes, biting back my temper. I can’t lose it and blame Leon for his outbursts.

  “Language, Leon,” I say. “And this isn’t personal. It’s business. You of all people should know that.”

  Leon’s temper turns into rage. He stomps his legs when he marches around the table toward me. I hold my ground and look up at him when he comes closer, my expression blank. He’s about to push me past my limit, especially when he points a finger in my face.

  “You don’t know what’s good for this company,” he shouts.

  “Leon,” I start, but his temper has taken over. His eyes go a little crazed, and I wonder if it’s wise to keep him on when he’s acting like this. Leon grabs the closest chair and throws it. It bounces away awkwardly – it’s a standard office chair with a padded seat and metal frame – and hits the wall. Lucky for Leon, it doesn’t damage anything.

  Leon storms past me and out of the meeting room. I’m left behind with the taste of anger still on my tongue.

  I sigh and scrub my face with my hands. Insubordination like this is wrong. If he does it in front of any of my employees, I’ll have to let him go. So far, it’s only happened in front of me, and I feel sorry for the guy. I probably shouldn’t – we all have shit in our lives. But the man seems more and more unhinged by the day. And this irrational reaction to Kylie? It’s too much, even for Leon.