Thief of Hearts: A Rogue Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Carter Blake

  I stare into Maddie’s eyes, letting the power of their mythical beauty inspire new, unmapped sensations of heat, power, and just pure fucking horniness flow, forcing myself to take in her painfully hot features even though painful is no exaggeration and my desire actually starts to fucking overflow...but I force myself to stay locked in Madeline’s emerald stare.

  That is, until she bites her lip, and for a second, it almost becomes too fucking much. She starts pulling at the lei I’m still wearing―not necessarily trying to pull me to her, but just pulling out of blind, building passion, grabbing at the flowers with such intensity that petals fall to the floor and generally just fly all over the fucking place.

  Maddie’s also grinding her crotch against the front of my jeans, and I’m gyrating in kind, my cock getting a tantalizingly faint sense of the supple phenomena of Madeline’s body through her sundress and my own pants and boxer briefs.

  Maddie’s had enough of simply snatching at the lei with little tugs, and now she’s using both hands to grip it furiously. She falls backwards in a purposeful, almost graceful way. I can tell she’s voraciously eager to get in a position besides standing.

  We fall to the floor good and hard, our lips drawn back to being hermetically sealed, like they’re two oppositely charged ions unable to deny their ionic bond―or some other science-y shit. All I know is that I’m face-down on top of Maddie, with her arms wrapped around my upper back, gripping me with an almost alarming intensity, trying to somehow get me closer, or maybe to get us both to sink through the floor as we remain rapt in charged erotic bliss.

  As I greedily tango my tongue around hers in intuitive rhythm with Maddie, reaching into her dress and stroking the downy coolness of her thigh, the ripening desire feels so good that I want it build and build forever, for eternities, as we attain new levels of excitement and exhilaration not yet known to the human mind.

  Maddie helps herself to two generous handfuls of my vacation-shaggy hair, pulling with aggressive force as I finally come up for air. The moderate bit of pain mixed with the unearthly pleasure of Maddie pressing her body upwards against my clothed cock generates a hazy white flash that washes briefly over my vision before leaving a clear-focused view of Madeline’s enraptured face framed by her golden locks―some of them shining in exquisite heaps, some just flowing out across the floor in a way that makes me just want to fucking howl with animalistic desire and anguish at beauty that I will never be able to fully comprehend or process.

  Instead of howling, I’m trying to just enjoy the view for a moment, but I can’t help but notice Maddie’s eyes starting to focus and go―I don’t know how else to describe it―fucking feral. Her gorgeous lips pull back to reveal her teeth, and her nose scrunches in an amazingly sexy show of fixated aggression.

  “Let me have it. All of it.”

  The words just fall out of me. I’m not even thinking. I’m just wanting.

  Madeline doesn’t respond verbally. Her hands still firmly fastened onto my hair, she starts pulling even harder while pushing me onto my side with the substantial force of her left leg.

  I’m caught up in a tornado-like force of nature moving me and eventually knocking me onto my back. I surrender to the power, feeling the wonderful weight of Madeline’s body come to rest on top of my throbbing, starving cock―still restrained and wrapped up in my pants, waiting patiently, or not, for its chance to be freed from the pants leg just barely keeping it from popping up into its natural position.

  Oh my fucking god. She starts grinding, beginning just below my waist and moving slow and easy down the rigid tent of fabric until she reaches the very tip, before moving back up again.

  I hear an intense, floor-shuddering moan. I know that I’m making the noise, but I have no control over it. I also have no control over my head falling back and hitting the floor as I almost pass out from the pleasure.

  Once again, I find myself flat on the ground, holding my forehead, trying to cope with the full force of what this woman does to me.

  Mercifully, Madeline pauses her grinding after several roundtrips of increasing pressure. She brings more of her weight down on my dick and leans forward slightly.

  “You asked for it,” she intones coldly.

  I try reaching for her tits, but she pushes my hands away and grabs the top of her dress.

  I’m thinking about how she’s going to tear the straps if she tries to pull it down, but my thoughts are interrupted by an almost cartoonish yell.

  Maddie is channeling Tarzan with her yowl, swinging across the jungle on a vine. I wasn’t expecting to fucking laugh, but I almost do...until Maddie just fucking tears her fucking sundress down the middle like she’s Hulk Hogan or some shit.

  I almost want to laugh again, but as she tosses the shredded fabric across the room, I’m immediately spellbound by those perfectly natural, imperfectly round and terrifically large orbs of wonder, held in place by a sexy as fuck bra.

  My hands go up again, and Maddie hits them away before undoing and letting her bra drop onto my stomach. Before I can even register the splendor of Maddie’s naked tits, she decides now’s the time for my hands to reach their desired destination―her fingers dig painfully into my wrists as she grabs them, but any discomfort is demolished the moment she transports my hands to her heaving chest.

  Maddie lets go of my wrists as I massage her tits tenderly. Her green eyes sparkle as I gradually intensify my kneading. When she tosses her golden hair and looks up at the ceiling to hide a smile, I swear to fuck, I come closer to coming in my fucking pants than I thought possible.

  I didn’t think anything could feel better than Maddie’s tits in my hands―or at least as much of them can fit in my hands―but as she leans forward, her weight pushing them into my palms, I practically fucking growl.

  Madeline doesn’t seem to mind. After she leans forward far enough, we share a few slow, dawdling kisses, saturated with hunger.

  “My turn to go first,” Madeline whispers in my ear.

  She won’t hear any arguing from me.

  Madeline slams her hands across the carpet on either side of me with a pair of potent thumps. She throws her head back with startling abruptness, but nothing could prepare me for watching the massive, blond forest of Maddie’s hair flying back towards me as she swiftly brings her head back down and lets her hair rest on top of my chest. As Maddie slides down to position herself, her hair glides slowly from my chest all the way down to my belt.

  Why, oh why, am I still wearing a fucking shirt? If, one supremely lucky day, I get to find out what that feels like without a stupid goddamn motherfucking shirt in the way, I will likely be able to die happy afterwards.

  For the time being, I’ll have to make due with watching Maddie toss her head back up and whip her hair a few times to get it out of her face as she undoes my belt.

  “I am the luckiest motherfucker in the fucking universe,” I grit out through clenched teeth, unable to keep the certainty of it to myself.

  “Easy there, Eth. And take your fucking shirt off, already.”

  I do as I’m told as Madeline frees me from the burden of my pants.

  Ethan

  The boxer-briefs I have with me on this honeymoon are supposed to be breathable, whatever the fuck that means. Despite that claim, and their ridiculous prices, when Maddie pulls my cock out into the wonderful, air-conditioned atmosphere of the honeymoon suite, it feels like my cock can breathe for the first time since we left the damn elevator.

  Maddie leisurely pulls down my pants and underwear while eyeing my cock: wholly engorged, pointing somewhere towards the top of the wall behind me with its generous length, throbbing, hard, and deep violet in color.

  At the same time, I’m joyously watching Maddie, the appetite in her eyes setting me on absolute fucking fire, filling me with a never-ending, superheated eruption of molten lust.

  And we’ve barely even fucking started.

  I’m thinking about the way Maddie’s dexterous tongue felt out
on the beach…a nice, slow buildup…

  Not tonight. Maddie assertively grabs the base of my dick and spits on the tip before taking a good portion of it right into her mouth. She’s wasting no time, moving up and back down again with purpose and speed, grabbing my balls with a firm squeeze, painting what feels like a frenetic fucking Jackson Pollock masterpiece with her tongue.

  “MmmmMMmmmM.”

  I’m making all kinds of new noises tonight, and right now, it sounds like I’m singing that goddamn Crash Test Dummies song from the nineties.

  I can’t help it, and my moaning continues as Maddie throws me a lightning bolt of eye contact while steadily increasing her suction.

  I close my eyes, again feeling like I’m about to fucking pass out, and try to concentrate on the pure fucking pleasure she’s providing. I feel Maddie grip my cock tight with both hands as she shifts position.

  I’m no longer watching her, but I feel her slowly tracing patterns across my cock with her tongue. The sudden change of pace, and just the insane fucking way that feels, inspires an especially weird and intense hum from me.

  Looking at the ceiling, I can tell I’m out of Maddie’s mouth entirely, though both her hands are working my shaft powerfully.

  “You told me to let ya have it. ‘All of it,’ you said.”

  The way Maddie softly delivers these words stands in stark contrast with this crazy fucking blowjob, but before I can think much about it, Maddie wraps her lips around my cock and takes me deep into her mouth, all the way down her throat.

  She must know I’m about to start that fucking moan again, because she starts humming.

  That’s right, she starts humming, almost in harmony, and the feeling of those humming vibrations makes me too fucking close to blow my load.

  “FUCK!” I growl.

  Maddie lets my cock out slowly until it’s again enveloped by the cool, conditioned air.

  One hand clapping, motherfucker, runners at the corners, come on!

  There’s no stopping it. I hear my come hitting the wall―and ceiling―behind me. No fucking joke.

  I’m still absorbed by the ceiling’s snowy hue when I smell, hear and feel Madeline lying down onto the floor next to me.

  Already, the fever of desire is beginning to retake me, my cock still rock-hard and ready to go again.

  I turn onto my left side to face Madeline, whose emerald stare―now iconic in my consciousness―pierces me with both aching thirst and tenderness.

  I softly brush away the last few wisps of golden hair from her face.

  Maddie starts laughing hard, and so do I, until our laughter trails off together. Then we soak up the silence, and each other’s close presence, for a few fleeting moments.

  Maddie brings the intermission to an end by brushing her fingers delicately across my abs.

  “You got your clothes back, that’s fair...but the dry cleaning is extra.”

  Maddie’s staring at me with conviction, and her hand is now traveling all over my abs and pecs. She’s not fucking joking.

  “I’ll get out my checkbook.”

  Maddie gives me a very business-like nod. The exact type of nod I’ve seen a million times in my career, the type of nod that means That sounds good, let’s move forward with that. It’s uncanny.

  Maddie rolls fluidly onto her back as I inch down the floor into my favorite place to be in the world.

  I move all the way past Maddie’s feet, get up on my knees and see that she’s lying with her hands behind her head, looking like a supremely relaxed and confident fucking badass. She gestures with her head down towards the area of her crotch.

  “Could you get those?”

  I slide off her lacy panties as I watch her try to fight a grin from spreading ear-to-ear.

  Not only is Maddie unsuccessful in stopping her grin, but she also can’t stop herself from playing with her definitively wet pussy as I lower her panties down past her feet and throw them across the room.

  “Hey, I’m gonna need those,” Maddie protests laughingly as she lightly rubs her clit.

  “Would you like some help?” I offer.

  “Would you be so kind?”

  “I would abso-fucking-lutely be so kind, any fucking time you want.”

  Maddie puts her hand back behind her head.

  Staying where I am, I start rubbing the tops of Maddie’s feet, just the very beginning of the warmup, staying there for a good half minute, then moving up to her ankles, tightening my grip a bit, but keeping the massage therapeutic, trying to channel out every last bit of tension.

  I notice Maddie propping her head up slightly, watching me as I work, her eyes drifting unhurriedly up and down my chest, my stomach, lower. It’s the same type of studying I remember Maddie doing outside the hotel after our first night together.

  Just like then, it’s a challenge to stay in the state I’m in. I’m ready to fuck her brains out, but I want to take my time.

  But since I don’t have the tools for a proper massage, and this isn’t an evening for painfully slow buildups, I migrate further up Maddie’s legs.

  “Ooh.” Maddie lets out a quiet, subdued moan as I reach her inner thighs. “That was nice.”

  Was nice, she says. I take the hint and reposition myself with steady determination.

  I lock eyes with Maddie, moving my fingertips around thighs, letting them get achingly close to the borders of her lips.

  As I get so close to feeling her pussy, and she maintains her green-eyed gaze, I feel my cock getting even fucking harder. Maddie finally breaks eye contact to take in the show, giggling with delight.

  I lower my head down slowly, my dick continuing to harden at the sight of Madeline’s beautiful pussy. These are the moments that I live for, quite literally. All the garbage, the inescapable daily annoyances, and the cumulative fucking stress and the endless bullshit that we all deal with…at this moment it is all more than fucking worth it.

  It’s even more worth it when Madeline lifts her knees up further and throws her legs wide open, allowing me to lie down on my side and go the fuck to town.

  I start licking around the perimeter like usual, but she’s already thrusting her cunt towards me. I use my sideways position to perform a leisurely, diagonal run of my tongue from the far lower left side of her pussy lips, running up to the upper right.

  Maddie squeaks abruptly.

  “That’s good...” she says in a somewhat higher register than usual, “Let’s continue down this road.”

  I move the softened edge of my tongue down the crease of her right thigh and I start another diagonal run in the other direction.

  “Oh, fuck, Ethan! How is that possible―never stop doing that, oh my god!”

  I want to take Maddie to the same heights she took me and then some, and I think that’s a sign I’m getting close. I make a couple more slow laps across the entirety of Maddie’s wet pussy as she moans and sweeps her hands wildly across the carpet.

  I slow the pace of my tongue more as I move into more of a classic figure-eight pattern, which is accompanied by the fucking perfect sound of Madeline screaming so loud that I swear I hear the furniture rattle.

  “Keep going, keep going, I promise I won’t scream again,” she pleads.

  I’m also pretty sure she knows I’m going to keep it up regardless, and I do, and she belts out another blood-curdler that may be loud enough to hear in both Japan and California.

  As Madeline raises her cunt further into the air, I get up on my knees and move my tongue up through the center. I gently press part of my tongue against her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her dripping cunt before Madeline comes crazy fucking hard.

  I wait until her climax subsides, keeping my tongue pressed to her clit as she writhes under my touch. Pretty soon, she recovers.

  “Okay,” she breathes, “that was good for dry cleaning.”

  Reading my mind, Madeline hoists herself up and excitedly races to the sofa. The sofa is covered with a large bedsheet for some reason
, and as I watch Maddie sit her bare ass down on it, I realize why.

  Madeline pats the spot next to hers, and crosses her legs in a way that could drive a lesser man fucking insane.

  I stride over, cock in hand, as Madeline watches in sheer glee.

  “Let me get that for ya.” Madeline reaches her hand out as I get closer, opening and closing it as if that’ll get me there faster.

  I stop right in front of where Maddie is sitting and free my cock for her to grab.

  Which she does, the feeling sending fiery shivers of pleasure in each and every direction. Madeline keeps her hand wrapped tightly around the middle of my cock as she eases onto her back. Somehow, we get ourselves into a decent position despite there not being too much space on the sofa.

  Of course, it helps that Maddie lifts one leg straight up into the air so I have room to kneel on the end of the couch and we can fuck like crazy.

  Does that all sound romantic? Well, the moment I take that magnificent plunge into the realm of overpowering, ineffable carnal oblivion, feeling Madeline’s dazzlingly beautiful spirit coursing through every fiber of the immense pleasure we are giving each other and building together, I’m finally beginning to understand what the word romance might actually mean.

  Ethan

  It turns out this front room sofa is also comfortable for sleeping. The sound of birds greeting the sunrise, the waves crashing nearby, even the staff vacuuming outside has all provided only brief lapses in slumber before drifting back into one of the best rests of my life.

  Of course, it doesn’t hurt at all to have the extraordinary being that is Madeline resting on top of me, both of us wrapped up in this enormous bedsheet and nothing else.

  That ringtone is getting to be annoying, I’ll admit. I don’t know if it’s some staff members outside or what.

  It can’t be Madeline’s; she keeps sleepily asking what it is when it goes off.

  There it goes again. Maybe it’s time and to get up anyway, and... fuck, Madeline’s already gone.