Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  The man, who looked startled, stammered, "Um, yes, it looks great. Where did you get it?"

  "Where DID you get the hat, dear?" asked Kurt, with a look of faking interest on his face.

  Taking a deep breath, I said in my best Bullwinkle voice, "Why I grabbed it over yonder!"

  Both the man and his wife looked very confused and shuffled on, throwing concerned looks over their shoulder as they walked.

  Kurt and I laughed so hard that we could barely breathe.

  “Good job,” he said. “I think you sufficiently convinced them you were crazy.”

  "Okay, okay, my turn," I said. "Truth or dare?"

  The laughter left Kurt's eyes and voice as he said, "Truth."

  "Other than being out here now, what would you like to be doing?"

  Shrugging, he said, "That's easy. I would like to be at my board meeting right now."

  I guess I expected a different answer considering the events of the past 24 hours. My disappointment must have shown on my face.

  "But, if you asked me what I'd love to be doing, that would be another story," he continued, pulling me so close to him that our noses all but touched. “I would love to be back at the cabin with your legs wrapped around me while I pound your soft, wet pussy for all that it's worth."

  His words made me blush and excited me at the same time. It seemed that we would both love to be doing the same thing.

  I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. His warm, soft lips felt incredible. He was an amazing kisser. I felt as though I could have stood there lost in a kiss with him forever.

  Pulling away, he said, "Hey, don't try to distract me with your beautiful charm and mind-blowing kisses! We are still playing our game and I am going to win!"

  I didn't know that we were keeping score, but I was enjoying myself, so I didn't care.

  "Truth or dare?" he asked me.

  "I like to live dangerously. Dare."

  Rubbing his chin, deep in thought, he said, "I dare you to let me eat an ice cream cone off of your breast."

  "What do you mean?" I laughed.

  "I'm going to get an ice cream cone from that cart over there," he said, pointing off in the distance. "And then I'm going to put it on your breast and eat it all off."

  "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed. I looked at where he was pointing— near the town center with its beautiful Christmas tree on display— and laughed. "It is extremely cold! Are you kidding? That does not sound like anything that I would want to do!"

  "Well, I guess I win, then. Which is such a shame. I thought you were more fun than that. Do you mean to tell me that I am in the presence of a quitter?"

  "I am no quitter!" I said. "Bring it on, then!"

  He casually walked over to the cart and ordered a triple scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream on a cone and walked back over to where I stood on the side of the road.

  "Open up," he said, with that same playful smile dancing in his eyes.

  I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting some cleavage escape. The cold breeze from the frigid air shocked me. I couldn't believe that I'd agreed to this.

  He dumped the entire cone on my chest. I gasped, then screamed loudly. I know that it would be cold, but I hadn't expected it to be that cold. I could feel it beginning to ooze down my bra, the sweet stickiness making a trail down my breast, making me both wet and cold.

  He started to quickly lick it off, taking care to try to clean every exposed part of my breast. He didn't get it all off and I felt completely gross. He saw the sad pout on my face and let out a soft chuckle.

  “Here,” he said, pulling me into a wooded area, behind a tree. “Let me get the rest of that for you.”

  He bent down and licked up the rest of it off my breast, taking care to circle my nipple with his tongue. I shivered, not just from the cold but because it felt so sensual and naughty.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I told him. “This is amazing.”

  He pulled me closer and took my nipple all the way into his mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds that felt like a blissful yet nervous eternity as I looked around and made sure no one was coming up on us. The last thing we needed was to get arrested in this town we didn’t know. But, it was also very exciting.

  “That feels so good,” I told him, whispering into his ear. I couldn’t believe I’d let him do literally anything he wanted to me. But it was so damn exciting.

  "I think it might be a good idea to head back to the cabin," he said. I nodded my head quickly in agreement and we made our way back to the car. I knew he was just as anxious to return to lovemaking as I was.

  He had been so eager to take my breast in his mouth that he hadn’t gotten up all the ice cream. With every move that I made, I could feel sticky ice cream squishing inside of my bra and on my stomach. My whole front side was starting to get numb. I scolded Kurt, telling him that I would have to find a way to pay him back for that.

  He only laughed and said, "Well, I guess since I played a part in making you cold, it would only be right for me to make it my job to warm you up."

  The way that he said that made my mind immediately move from thinking about my discomfort and start imagining exactly how he planned to warm me up. We drove home in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. I was slightly startled when he reached over and grabbed my hand, but it felt nice. We held hands for the rest of the ride, simply enjoying each other's presence and the beautiful scenery of the wonderland that we'd stumbled upon.

  As soon as we got back to the room in the cabin, Kurt pushed me inside, backed me up against the wall, grabbed the back of my neck, and plunged his tongue deeply into my mouth. He started undressing me while his tongue danced around my mouth.

  “I’m going to fuck you again,” he told me. “I don’t want you leaving this cabin unless I say so. I don’t want to be out there where everyone else is. I want to be in here with you. You understand?”

  I nodded, and he reached down and spanked me on my ass, which was half exposed to him. He took such care in removing each article of my clothing carefully and then tossed them at our feet. He lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bed.

  He gently laid me down and began kissing my neck and moving down. He finished the job that he'd started in town and licked the remainder of the sticky dessert from my body. It was the first time that I'd ever gotten a literal tongue bath.

  Things really took off from there.

  "I want you," he growled, ripping off his own clothes, his eyes fixed on mine. “Now.”

  He didn’t have to say it twice. I wanted him just as badly. My firm, perky nipples hardened to his touch. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, letting my body become putty in his hands.

  I got so excited when his hard dick sprung from his pants and pointed straight at me. I couldn't contain myself any longer and wanted him so badly.

  I pushed him off me and onto his back on the bed, watching the full length of his manhood stand at full attention. It was a beautiful sight.

  I began to run my fingers up the length of his shaft, taking care to circle the knob of his head. Drops of precum oozed out of him and I spread them over his dick, letting my fingers glide around. His dick jumped in response to my touch.

  I had to taste him again. I began kissing the taut skin of his shiny dick head, enjoying the smoothness of it pressed against my lips. He took sharp breaths, watching and waiting in anticipation.

  I circled my tongue around his dick. He let out a sigh. I took his dick deep into my mouth, ramming him as deeply down my throat as I could without choking, moaning, letting the vibration excite him even more. I took him in and out of my mouth, over and over, speeding up faster and faster.

  His dick grew harder. I could taste the precum spilling out of him. He was pumping to meet my rhythm. Grabbing my face, he began pumping harder and faster. He seemed to be gasping for air as he pushed himself deeper and deeper down my throat. I tightened my lips and sucked. That took his pleasure to another level.


  And he exploded in my mouth. Each shot of warm cum was paired with a low, guttural cry from him. I held him there in my mouth until his dick had emptied all its sweet juices into my mouth and I swallowed hard, taking care to wipe away any stray drops with my fingers and silently cleaned them off like I was savoring my favorite meal.

  I could tell that he was turned on even more. He flipped me onto the bed, pulled my legs up with the crook of his elbows, and entered me with so much force, my eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe how hard he was still after cumming as much as he did. He put his hand around my throat and held me down on the bed, staring into my eyes as he pushed his firm dick in and out of my dripping pussy.

  We went at it for hours. Our sweet musk filled the air as he moved me from the bed, to the floor, back up against the wall, and everywhere else that we could find in that room. He bent me over and fucked me while I stood in front of him doggy style, him holding my arms and pulling my hair.

  He knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it and took control, giving me orgasm after orgasm. I didn't bother to contain my screams of passion because he felt so good that I had long since lost control.

  When we both finished in a pile of sheer ecstasy, it felt nothing short of fireworks. We climbed back into the bed and lay there, holding each other tightly. I was overwhelmed by the deep feelings that I'd already developed for him in just a matter of two days.

  It had been a long time since I'd been touched and held the way that Kurt did. And I couldn't help but to feel a pang of guilt as I realized something: even though I missed my husband so much, all I had been thinking about was Kurt, and that was a new and unexpected feeling for me.

  I loved how Kurt caressed me softly and acted like he was savoring every inch of my being. The look of relieved satisfaction that washed over him, whenever I began pulsating with an orgasm, let me know that it was more than just sex for him. That I was his masterpiece, the bedroom his personal Smithsonian, and I the main attraction.

  I felt so special, so loved. I would always cherish the memories of being married to my husband and I still smiled thinking back on our wonderful life together, our bond of love that compelled us to bring our amazing son into our lives. Nothing could compare or take the place of that life.

  But, now I was having this amazing sex, this amazing time, with Kurt.

  The thought resonated in my head as I struggled to put together what it could all mean. I knew it was silly to think that we were in love just after a day of frolicking and kinky sex play.

  But, I couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be to be with Kurt for good. The spark, the chemistry, the excitement, it was the perfect storm for an amazing adventure.

  I laughed at my own silliness. Amazing adventure, I thought. I was thinking like a fairy tale-believing school girl instead of the grounded, responsible woman that I knew myself to be.

  I pushed away all those thoughts. I wanted to be in this moment, reverberating in the afterglow of whatever it was that had just happened.

  Maybe it is just a fling, I thought. It was definitely an incredible experience worth having.

  But, if I were being completely honest, I couldn't help but think that this was something that I would love to experience all the time. I didn’t know if that was even an option. Kurt seemed to like to keep himself distant and reserved.

  This might just be a one— or maybe two—night stand while stranded in a cabin in the woods with a possessive billionaire who wanted to do what he wanted with me. If so, then at least I planned to enjoy those nights and not think about the future, or the past.

  For now, it was just me and a super-rich, powerful, handsome man who wanted to continually devour me. Just some nights of absolute abandonment to desire, passion and every carnal lust we could imagine.

  What more could a girl ask for than that?

  I’d have to keep reminding myself of that, and not get too caught up in my fantasy. Even though it was clearly easier said than done.

  Chapter 10 – Kurt

  My phone vibrated loudly, almost jumping from its place on the nightstand. I didn't even bother checking to see who it was.

  The only thing that was on my mind was spending more time with Dana. I was almost afraid that answering my phone would startle us out of our dreamland and back into reality. I wasn't ready to go back to a reality that didn't include Dana just yet.

  I rubbed her all over, taking care to gently run my fingertips along her supple skin, making her hairs stand on end. I loved the way that her body responded to my every touch.

  "I don't want to get up from here," she said in the most sultry voice, vocalizing exactly what I was thinking.

  "Me, either," I confessed, holding her tighter to me. I couldn't get over how perfectly she fit in my arms. I buried my face into her long, blonde hair, inhaling the fruity essence of her shampoo. Neither one of us attempted to move. We just held onto each other until we drifted off to sleep.

  When we woke up, it was dark, and the house was quiet. Everyone had gone out for the big bonfire celebration happening that night. Dana and I had hoped to join them, but we kind of got sidetracked and I, for one, was very happy with our alternative activities. So much so, that I wanted to do it again.

  "I should probably call home and check in," said Dana. Was that a hint of sadness that I detected in her voice? She stirred to get up. Before she had a chance to fully leave the bed, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against my chest.

  "Yeah, I've got to return calls, too," I said. "But, there's something else that I need to do first. It's very important. A very pressing matter, actually." I pressed my hard dick against her firm ass so that she got the message.

  "Again?" she asked, incredulously.

  Kissing the side of her neck, I whispered in her ear, "Are you complaining?"

  "Not at all," she answered, excitedly.

  "Good. Because I haven't had sex this good in years. And also, because you are my little forest nymph who must do what I want, when I want, in this cabin.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me.

  I hurried to get a condom from where I had put them in the bedside drawer. I couldn’t help but slap and squeeze her lovely ass while I put it on.

  She took my dick and stuffed it inside of her from behind. The way that her pussy slid down my shaft felt amazing. I could tell that I was filling every inch of her at this angle by the way that her pussy held onto my throbbing member for dear life.

  Her soft, high pitched moans drove me wild. I slammed her hips down onto my dick, digging in from different angles like I was traversing down a ski slope.

  I wanted to taste her sweet nectar. I laid her down and spread her legs open as wide as they would stretch. Her cum was dripping down her thighs and I graciously lapped it up with my tongue, taking care to squeeze my tongue in between the creases, separating her thigh and her ass.

  I looked down to admire her pretty pussy, her pearl tongue sticking out, greeting me, standing at attention, waiting for my tongue to do its dance all over it. I took her soft pearl into my mouth, then ran my tongue down, darting in and out of her wet hole.

  She tasted so good. I tried to ram my tongue into her pussy hole as far as I could, burying my whole face in her wet goodness. I went back and forth between her clit, tracing her pussy lips with my tongue, and darting in and out of her clenched hole.

  She climbed on top of me and started riding me. She went wild, bucking hard, riding harder and faster. I could barely contain my excitement. She was wonderful. Right before I came, I pulled out of her and pulled the condom off my cock and let loose all over her back.

  She went over to the shower. While she was gone, I grabbed my phone to put in my call home. The nanny answered the phone in two rings, sounding pleasant and relaxed.

  "Hello? How are you, sir?"

  "I'm doing fine. How's everything there?"

  "It's wonderful! Ms. Olivia has been in such a great mood. She
has been nice to me, even offering to help me with different things. I have told her that I don't need help, of course, but it's really nice that she's not being unpleasant, throwing things, or cursing me like she usually does." I was happy to have gotten such a positive report, especially with me being gone longer than I had anticipated.

  "Well, good," I said. "I'm hoping to be returning home in the next day or so. And I really appreciate all your help. I know that it hasn't been easy dealing with Olivia's fits and working the long hours that you have been working."

  "You know that I am always going to help you with Ms. Olivia. I know she may not be the easiest of children all the time, but I can only imagine the pain in her heart from having her mother completely abandon her. It breaks my heart thinking of how much her heart must be broken. I just hope that she finds a way to be okay and if I can somehow help with that, I'm happy to do it."

  I was blown away by the depth of her compassion. I was lucky to have found someone who cared so deeply to look after my daughter. I said my goodbyes and hung up.

  Could this be the happy turn of events that made things even out for Olivia and I? I didn't want to think too deeply about it for fear of jinxing it. But, the nanny was being nice in the way that she described Olivia's behavior.

  I knew that the real reason why I had dived so far into my work was to avoid facing my daughter. I felt embarrassed to feel that way, but it was the truth.

  My little girl had turned into the worse kind of monster. It made me feel like a terrible father and less than a man, every time I would hide away in my own house from my daughter, leaving the nanny to deal with my problems. But knowing that she was asking to be helpful, smiling, enjoying herself, gave me hope that maybe she would be the little girl that I remembered her to be once again.

  And if Dana and I continued seeing each other after this weekend, who knows what further good we could see.

  Fuck.

  I quickly dismissed the premature thought.

  We hadn't even known each other for more a whole two days. And I shouldn't jump to conclusions after a few hot rolls in the hay.