Fake Bride

by Willow Cravings

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  I never expected a man like Zane to come crashing into my life.

  He was huge: broad-shouldered with giant arms and chest.

  But that's not all that was big.

  I would get the surprise of my life when he dropped his pants.

  No way that will fit. It just wasn't possible.

  Chapter One

  The crowd cheered for me and I took a bow. I made sure to pull up my top so my tits wouldn't fall out in front of all my fans. I bet the men out there would love that.

  I blew everyone kisses and ran off stage to everyone chanting my name over and over again. The rush of performing was almost better than sex.

  Almost.

  I descended the steps and my manager, Jerry, was clapping his hands. “You did amazing, Kimberly.”

  “Thanks, Jerry.” He handed me a towel and I wiped the sweat from my brow. Jerry tried to speak again but I brushed past him. I didn't want to talk business right now. I was still on a high after the performance and I wanted to stay there.

  Jerry always wanted to talk about the next venue or the next album. It was enough to make my head spin.

  My bodyguard, Zane followed behind me closely as I walked the halls. He was never far away and that made it very difficult to date people. It had been a year since I'd been laid and I felt like it was slowly eating away at me.

  I wouldn't be able to last much longer.

  Outside my dressing room, a group of fans were standing behind a red velvet rope. They had been given backstage access and that meant autographing their stuff and taking pictures with them. It was one of the highlights of doing concerts.

  I always felt so disconnected from them when I sang and social media was a storm that I never wanted to touch. Interacting with fans backstage was the only time I got to hear their praise face-to-face in a controlled environment.

  I went up to the first girl who was about twelve years old. She had tears in her eyes. “And what's your name?” I asked, grabbing the album from her and signing it.

  “Mary,” she replied behind sheepish eyes.

  I bent down to her level and handed the album back to her. “Did you have fun at the concert?”

  “It was the most insane thing ever,” she replied.

  “I hope I'll see you at the next one.”

  Mary swung her head up and down in big motions. I wished I could spend more time with her but there were a lot of people to get through.

  I signed posters, pictures of me, and skin which was always the weirdest. Fans wanted me to sign their arms, their chest, and even their foreheads. I never understood why when the ink would just wash off in the shower.

  I imagined them never washing themselves again to keep the signature intact. It didn't matter to me where they wanted me to sign.

  A man in his early forties was waiting with the rest of the young women. It wasn't unusual for a man to be at a show with their kid.

  But there was something different about this guy.

  He was a little on the chunky side with a mostly balding head. He didn't look like he had a kid or was even married. I put on my Kimberly act anyways.

  “How are you doing? I asked him with a big grin.

  The man adjusted his glasses. “I've been you're biggest fan ever since your first album.” He handed me the same first album.

  I remembered when I recorded Deep Desire. I was so nervous that my voice was constantly cracking. During production, I felt like the album was going to be a big failure. I didn't have any faith.

  Turned out that Deep Desire hit 2x Platinum and was still selling very well.

  I always felt that same nervousness whenever I went into the recording studio. The feeling that this would be the album where everyone discovered that you were one big fake.

  While I signed the album for the man, I felt a strong tug on my hair. I gasped and looked up to see my biggest fan holding a pair of scissors and a lock of my blonde hair. His eyes were glazed over and he had the sickest smile. I wanted to throw up.

  My hand went to feel the spot where he cut my hair. I didn't know what to say or do. I just stood there frozen, feeling like a victim.

  Zane was on the bastard in seconds. They wrestled around and I slowly backed away. Some of the younger girls screamed and ran. I wanted to run with them.

  Other security came to join the fray. Zane had taken the scissors and hair from the man. The other guards had propped him up. He had that same glazed look on his face. He was going to be another Harold.

  Harold was one of my stalkers. I was flattered at first. To know somebody is that obsessed with you is kind of cool.

  He was pretty harmless.

  Harold followed me everywhere, snapping photos of me. God knows, what he did with them when he went back home.

  Then one day I stopped seeing him. I was actually disappointed. I missed him.

  Harold was committed and I never saw him again.

  Zane came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. I couldn't stop staring at the new stalker. “Are you all right, Kimberly?”

  I shook the cobwebs off and looked up at Zane. “I think so.”

  Chapter Two

  Zane grabbed my hand. “Let's get you to your dressing room.”

  Everything was a blur. My heart was racing. Zane took me to my room and set me down on the couch. He handed me a glass of water and I took a sip.

  Things began to clear up. I looked up at Zane, my hero. “Thank you. I feel a lot better now. I don't know what happened to me.”

  Zane took a seat next to me. It was funny to see this broad-shouldered man sitting next to tiny old me.

  “You don't have anything to worry about anything when I'm around. I'll protect you.”

  Just his words themselves made me feel safer. I looked into his eyes. “You're always there for me. I never get to thank you enough.”

  “It's my job, Kimberly,” he replied.

  I suddenly jumped onto Zane and pushed him down onto the couch. My lips met his and he kissed me back.

  I don't know what came over me. It was a combination of not getting laid in a year and the fact that Zane was the only constant in my life.

  He was the only one I could count on.

  Zane pushed me away. “Kimberly, this shouldn't happen.”

  “I don't want to stop, do you?” I reached down to feel him. The outline of his boner was gigantic. Could any man really be that big? I didn't think it was possible but the evidence was in my bodyguard's pants. There was no way he could even fit.

  I knew he wanted me but I had a sinking feeling that rejection was going to slap me in the face. I needed to be laid and it didn't matter if he worked for me or not.

  He only thought about it a moment before kissing me again. His tongue shot into my mouth. The passion between us was undeniable. My hips pressed to him, grinding against his hardness like it would be the last time.

  Zane was desperate too. His monster cock throbbed between us. He was going to rip me apart and that's exactly what I wanted.

  “Take me, Zane,” I whispered. “Take me hard.”

  A hunger overcame this man and he gathered me in his strong arms and picked me up. My tongue tasted his lips and I moaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck. I was locked in and there was nowhere for me to go.

  Zane slammed me against the wall of my dressing room. His hand wandered into my top and he cupped my breast. My nipple became hard to his touch.

  “That feels so good,” I said. I pulled down the straps of my dress and revealed my bountiful tits to him. Zane buried his face in my cleavage and ran his tongue over every inch of my peaks until they were all wet.

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nbsp; He didn't need to hold me up with his arms anymore. Instead he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor.

  I was right. He was the biggest man I'd ever seen. His cock could win awards. And my pussy was about to be torn apart.

  I hiked up my dress and revealed a pair of black lace panties that hugged my hips.

  Zane licked his lips and rubbed my pubic mound over my underwear. I'd forgotten what it was like to be touched by another man. He pulled them to the side and rubbed his finger over my hard nub. My fingernails dug into the back of his neck and I screamed out.

  His finger moved south and to my wet slit. Zane shoved his finger inside me and I clenched around him. He was rough and I was so wet that he slid in and out with ease.

  I rocked my hips to bring his finger further into me. I brought my hand down to rub my clit. I needed to feel that release. I was so close.

  Zane took his finger out. The sudden void made me gasp. I was so close yet so far.

  I clawed at his skin. “Fuck me, please. I need it so bad.” I didn't want to beg anymore but I had to. I was going to explode if I didn't feel something inside me. Touching my aching clit wasn't enough. I needed to be fucked.

  I needed to be fucked hard.

  Zane slowly lowered me down on his hard spear, piercing me and splitting me wide open. He was so big. My soaking wet pussy engulfed him as he pushed deeper and deeper. We both screamed out as my lips finally met his base.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned.

  Zane pounded into me, slamming my body against the wall. That was it. I couldn't think anymore as pleasure flooded my system. My orgasm shattered me and I fell apart all around Zane.

  It was only the first orgasm. There would be many more.

  His cock stretched me more and more. I was stuffed so full that I didn't think my body could take anymore. Zane was hitting the perfect spot. His grunting fueled my desire.

  I came a second time, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my clit rubbing against his body. The need was never-ending. After every orgasm, I was only hungry for more.

  How could anyone else ever satisfy me like this again?

  Zane wasn't even close to done using me yet.

  Chapter Three

  Zane put his hands under my thighs and used the leverage to force me down on his enormous cock even harder. My big tits bounced out of my top and that only made him go faster.

  He fucked me rough, fast, and better than I'd ever been fucked before. The wall was taking a beating and I didn't know if it would be able to hold up much longer.

  Before I knew it, another earth-breaking orgasm was upon me, wreaking havoc all over my body. I kissed him hungrily, never wanting the pleasure to stop.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, unloading inside me, giving my starving pussy all that it desired. His thrusts slowed down.

  He gently let me fall to ground and I lay on the carpet with his come running out of me. I was such a slut. I would've fucked the next cock that came into the room.

  “We can't do this again,” I told him.

  Zane was panting. He had enjoyed it just as much as I did. I had a sneaking suspicion that he had wanted to do that to me for a long time. All his moves were calculated like he had worked out exactly how he wanted to fuck me.

  The thought of Zane stroking his massive cock at night, dreaming about fucking me almost made me want to go again.

  But I couldn't. Zane was my bodyguard. He worked for me.

  “It will never happen again,” he said. “I promise.”

  I almost wanted him to fight for me. To take me in his arms and kiss me, never letting go. But this wasn't like the movies.

  This was real life.

  Zane left me alone in the dressing room and I cleaned myself up. I couldn't help but smile in the mirror as I brushed my hair. It had been a long year but the drought was over and it couldn't have been better.

  I was going to be able to touch myself to the thought of what happened in here for a very long time.

  I entered the limo outside the stadium and Zane was in the driver's seat like always. For some reason I thought I could avoid him for the rest of the night but that was silly of me. I wouldn't want him to go away anyways. You never know if that crazy guy could be out there hunting for more of my hair.

  “Shall I take you back home,” he said in an impassive voice. It was almost like he didn't even remember fucking me not that long ago.

  “Yes, please,” I replied in equal impassiveness. Two could play at that game.

  On the drive home I tried to not think about Zane and his giant throbbing member. A relationship between the two of us could never work. What would the tabloids say? A star of my size could never date someone that worked for them.

  My fans expected me to date someone who was just as famous or even more famous than me. The media circus would be hellish if it was found out that I was dating my bodyguard.

  The dream of being with Zane died in that limo.

  Or so I thought.

  –

  I had a three glorious months off in between shows and since I was in my hometown, I got to actually sleep in my own bed and relax in my own backyard. It was the one thing I looked forward to the most. Doing press, rehearsals, shows, and answering every question Jerry had was so exhausting and I always looked forward to this time to regenerate.

  Don't get me wrong, luxurious hotels with fine dining was good too but nothing beats being in your own home.

  Zane was around the entire time but I did my best to ignore him. He was helping by not saying a word when I was around. I was glad we both felt the same way. We couldn't complicate things even further.

  That one night in the dressing room was a delicious secret that I would never forget. And I didn't forget as I touched my clit every night to thought of Zane pounding me into submission.

  After a couple months, I thought things were going very well. Zane and I were able to be professional about all this.

  Life always gets in the way though.

  One day I realized that I never got my period. I double-checked my calender and then triple-checked. I didn't want to think it but there was usually only one reason a woman would miss her period.

  This was something I needed to be very careful about. Being a big star meant the paparazzi were always around. I couldn't just walk into a pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test.

  I would see it all over the news the next morning.

  The only choice I had was to go to the doctor which I dreaded.

  –

  “And you're sure about this?” I asked.

  Doctor Haskins nodded. “A blood test always confirms it, Kimberly. I'm guessing you weren't expecting this.”

  I was pregnant.

  And there was only one man who could be responsible.

  What the fuck was I going to do?

  Chapter Four

  I had to tell Zane. I knew that. But I didn't know when the best time would be or how I should do it.

  Time was on my side at least for now. I wouldn't be showing for months and I could keep a secret. Just like I had kept the secret of Zane and I.

  This was a little different.

  As weeks passed, I still hadn't figured out when to tell him. What would he say? Would he be happy or just walk away?

  I wanted the problem to just go away.

  I had to just go for it. Like ripping off a band-aid. I found my bodyguard in the kitchen, reading a newspaper and drinking some orange juice. He looked just as good as the time he fucked me. Even better with the little bit of stubble on his jawline.

  “Zane, I have something to tell you.”

  He folded the newspaper and put it down. “Do you need something, Kimberly?”

  I stared into his brown eyes with my hands entangled. I couldn't find the words. Zane waited patiently but I had to say something. “I thought I'd give you the day off?” I cursed to myself. I didn't mean to say it in the form of a question. I didn't mean to say that at all.

 
But I was committed now. I cleared my throat. “You deserve a day off after everything you do around here.”

  Zane cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure, Kimberly?”