Billionaire’s Fake 90 Day Fiancée (A BWWM and BBW Alpha Male Romance)

by Kylie Hudson

  Billionaire’s Fake 90 Day Fiancée (A BWWM and BBW Alpha Male Romance)

  Kylie Hudson

  Hunks of Hollywood Hills Book 2

  Copyright © 2020 Kylie Hudson Books

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to an actual person or persons, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Dedicated to my loving family, (Heth and Bogie) thanks for all your patience and support.

  You are my inspiration

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  Table Of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  Ryker

  CHAPTER 1

  Ryker

  CHAPTER 2

  Siena

  CHAPTER 3

  Ryker

  CHAPTER 4

  Siena

  CHAPTER 5

  Ryker

  CHAPTER 6

  Siena

  CHAPTER 7

  Ryker

  CHAPTER 8

  Siena

  CHAPTER 9

  Ryker

  CHAPTER 10

  Siena

  EPILOGUE

  Siena

  DESCRIPTION

  Billionaire RYKER DEAN is the ultimate Alpha Male.

  Skyscraper tall, and with a body wrapped with corded muscles.

  But when it comes to women he is ice-cold, and never sticks around for any length of time.

  A Dominant, he doesn’t play by the book, but uses any means necessary to get what he wants.

  But when a long-time friend, a man who saved his life, calls in a favor, he simply can’t refuse.

  Now he faces the ultimate test – playing the role of a fake fiancée.

  But when he meets his fake wife-to-be, all bets are off and the playbook goes out the window.

  A woman that makes his heart race and the blood run hot in his veins.

  SIENA is thick and curvy.

  A big, beautiful black woman, with a penchant for turning heads wherever she goes.

  Now her stepdad has placed her in a rather compromising position; a fake engagement to a man she finds cocky and totally full of himself.

  Yet why does acrobats does somersaults in her tummy and that tingle starts between her thighs whenever he is near?

  How will this fake romance play out?

  Billionaire’s Fake 90 Day Fiancée is a standalone, BWWM Alpha Male BBW Romance Book, filled with steamy and sexy scenes, but with a HEA ending.

  Absolutely no cliffhangers.

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  PROLOGUE

  Ryker

  “Skylar Blake,” my voice drips with honey at the sight of the one woman who had shot down my advances in college. “Is that really you?”

  The woman who had claimed she would not sleep with me, to quote her words exactly “if you were the last man on earth,” is, as per the norm anytime she inhabits a room, the center of attention and the men are tripping all over themselves to catch her eye.

  I laugh at the scene I had witnessed played out in front of me so many times during those impressionable college years, and move in for a closer look.

  Those gorgeous, big grey eyes open wide in apparent surprise and then suddenly seem to grow cold. “Ryker…Ryker Dean, is that you?” Her long lashes flutter and her nostrils flair. “Fancy running into you here.”

  Shit, I can’t fucking believe it. It is beyond the realms of possibility that she has grown even more ravishing since her college years, when all the men at Yale were tripping over themselves trying to get into what many considered the most desirable pair of panties on the entire West Coast. Including me, I must add.

  But sweet Skylar; gorgeous, slim but shapely Skylar, sent them all crashing in flames, choosing to bury her little pointed nose into her books, graduating top of her class and leaving a string of would-be suitors saddened and frustrated.

  “The one and only.” I wave my hands in mock curtsy, as if bowing to royalty. For some reason it suddenly feels hot out here on the terrace of my mansion in Hollywood Hills, venue for the launch of “Misty”, a brand new movie that my executive team is producing. “And I should say the same,” I chortle. “Fancy running into you here.”

  Skylar scrunches her brows and purses her lips. Fuck, my cock strains inside my boxers, threatening to bore a hole through them at the sight of those rosy pink lips. Lips I had spanked my monkey to several times during my college days, as I am sure most Yale men did, imagining them curled around my cock, sucking me dry.

  “Well, my company has asked me to headline the marketing of the film, so I am here at their behest and getting to meet some of the players involved. So what are you doing here?” Her voice dribbles with sexuality.

  Doesn’t this girl have any idea how fiery hot everything about her is? I guess not though, if there was ever a woman alive who took her beauty for granted, it was Skylar Blake. While the other hotties on campus strutted like they owned the fucking world, she talked to everyone and was so damn down-to-earth it was downright annoying.

  I guess I have to answer the lady. “Well, I own the place,” I say matter-of-factly. “And I am one of the producers of the film.”

  If she is shocked, she doesn’t show it. Nothing rattles her calm and collected exterior, it seems. “Well, well, you sure have come up in the world, Ryker Dean.” Her lips bend into a smile and suddenly my boxers seem to be carrying a much heavier object than a few moments ago. “Still being the man-whore though, are you?” She laughs a throaty, mysterious laugh and as my cock throbs between my legs.

  There is no other way to say it – I have to fuck this lovely creature tonight.

  Call it revenge fuck for turning down my advances in college, or whatever else you want, but I am going to have Skylar’s lips drooling all over my shaft before the evening is done.

  A wry smile forms on my face; no, more like a smirk, but before I can answer a sultry voice enters the fray. “Who’s a man-whore?” My eyes refocus and up walks another ravishing beauty, a tad shorter than Skylar, but as sumptuous as a scoop of rum and raisin ice cream.

  Hell, is it two for the price of one night?

  “Ryker Dean, meet my best friend Diane Lane, who happens to be my plus one for the night and forgive her being lippy, you will get used to it.” Skylar smiles and I tell you the entire fucking night sky lights up.

  Could I be so lucky tonight? It seems light years ago since I last saw Skylar, but I have often thought of her. Of course I do. When a woman who a man truly desires escapes his grasp, he can be forgiven for wanting to get a second chance to bang her against the bed post. It was not often back then that I lost out in my pursuit of any woman, so forgive me for being rather peeved about it.

  College babes appeared to have been enthralled by my height, muscular frame and gift for gab. Yeah, that was my weapon that made my fuck score higher than any other stud on campus. From way back then I knew how to get women to drop their panties, and I still haven’t lost the touch…at least not yet, not just yet.

  “Nice to meet you, Diane.” I extend a friendly hand. Diane’s fing
ers are soft, as if she lotions them every few minutes, and she squeezes my hand a bit too hard. When you are a pussy hound like I am you tend to notice the tell-tale signs that show when you have impressed a woman. You know what I mean – the fluttering of the lashes, hand trailing too long on your shoulder, or the tendency women have of holding your stare just a wee bit longer than they should.

  So I give myself a passing grade with Diane and if she has any influence on Skylar I could be in for some coveted pussy tonight.

  “Win the friend and you will win the girl.” I read that in a book years ago and the statement has stuck with me to this day. I can’t help but smile at the many memories that statement created. Man has that saying worked well for me.

  Diane looks at Skylar and I see the slight nod of approval she gives her friend. Women are so subtle and conniving, we men don’t have a chance in this battle of the sexes, I tell you. The most we can do is let them think they are smarter and just go along for the ride.

  It’s a freaking woman’s world and we men just live in it.

  As if on cue, Skylar tucks her arm into mine and I catch her eyes greedily drink in my muscular frame. Yup, she is sizing me up. Fuck, she is sliding her tongue over her lips and I hope she stops soon, for if she doesn’t I am going to literally sweep her off her feet, take her to my bedroom and stuff my now turgid cock into her mouth and nut all over her lips.

  “Ryker Dean, I heard you had made a killing in internet marketing, but I had no idea you were into movie production.” Skylar’s voice is merely a whisper as she leads me to a corner of the room, prying me away from the madding crowd.

  The touch of her silky skin against mine, albeit only her arms, has my heart beating in a scattershot manner. “It seems fate has caused our paths to cross once more,” I rasp, reluctantly detaching my arm from hers, but only to replace it around her waist and give her a slight squeeze. I half expect her to pull away, but instead she molds into me, eyes glittering provocatively. “I trust it will be much more fruitful this time around,” I rattle on. Although her looks has not waned, much has changed with regards to this lovely creature. Gone is the reserved college girl I used to know and instead is a go-getter of no mean order. This hell-cat wants to get up in the world and is more than willing to use her God-given charms to get there.

  Skylar gives off that seductive laugh of hers and huddles even closer, her skin scorching mine in more than mere accidental fashion. “Ever the flirt I can see, Ryker, but then you were always a man who went after what he wanted and I see it has borne prosperous fruits.” She stops on a dime and whirls around facing me, long hair flashing all over the goddamn place. “I guess I should have paid more attention to you back in college, but you and I know all you wanted was just sex. I heard you banged everything that moved.” Her lashes are fluttering, flirting outrageously. “I trust you have developed a taste for… how should I put it…more permanence in your relationships?”

  My heart laughs for a second, amused by the scene unfolding in front of me. Now that I am a big-shot movie executive, the same woman who never wanted me to even cop a feel, is all but willing to slip her panties off.

  They say in life if something is yours it will always come back to you, but I say why wait, just reach out and grab it by the balls. Here I am, literally in the arms of the woman of many of my college wet dreams, and she is now ripe for the pickings. Fuck if I am going to let her slip away.

  “The party’s getting a bit too crowded for me, Skylar. What do you say I show you the rest of the house?” My eyes are boring a hole in the back of her skull and for a moment I detect a bit of hesitancy on her part.

  Now this is where the men separate themselves from the boys. I hold on to her waist tightly, pulling her close. “I am going to take you upstairs, pull down your panties with my teeth and then eat that pussy of yours until you are screaming my name,” I whisper harshly in her ears, my hand cupping her pert little ass.

  Skylar’s pupils begin to dilate at my filthy language and her legs wobble against me for a second as I caress her ass cheeks, but I will not be denied, and pull her along as I climb the steps leading inside the large house. She follows me obediently up the stairs, her chest heaving and her breaths coming out much faster than before. Once away from prying eyes, I open the door to my indoor gym and push her inside. Poor Skylar doesn’t even have time to catch her breath before I have her pinned against the wall and my lips cover hers in a hot kiss.

  Let’s just say I am a man who likes taking charge. Call it being an Alpha Male or whatever shit you want, but for me being a dominant is the name of the game

  At first Skylar is taken aback by my forceful move, but her lips soften and her tongue slides into my mouth. I kiss her hard enough to leave an imprint on her mouth, relishing the suppleness of her sweet tongue against mine. But that’s not what I am here for, so I fall on my knees in front of her, my hungry mouth reaching for that magical juncture between her thighs. “Holy fuck, Ryker,” she gushes. “You don’t waste much time do you, dude.”

  My hands slip beneath her long dress, climbing upward until they stumble on a pair of tiny silk panties. My breath is hot and heavy and my heart hammers in my chest. Skylar’s ass, long a favorite fantasy body part of mine, is firm against my touch. “Not when I see what I want and I have wanted to eat this pussy for so long,” I mumble, causing her to tremble like a leaf as my fingers cup her ass cheeks tighter, reveling in their perfection. “I promised you I was going to guzzle your little snatch and I am a man of my words.”

  Standing up to my full height and resting against the shell-shocked beauty, I reach behind her back and roughly pull down the zipper of her dress, my knee pushing against the front of her sex, before allowing the garment to fall to the floor. The sight that greets me also has me nutting in my pants. Skylar is braless, her tits full and round, making big points like a fucking pear, causing my cock to now become as hard as a piece of iron. She is sporting a pair of tiny thongs, with a buffed mound that begs to me touched.

  So I again kneel and this time kiss the section of panties covering the mound, while my fingers crawl up to her bellybutton and I tuck one inside. “Fuck, Ryker, you are making me so wet.” She places her hand on my head and wiggles her ass against the wall. “Had I known what I was missing, I would have dropped my panties for you in college.”

  Shit, her words are exciting the fuck out of me, causing pent-up lust to scream from every nerve ending. It is time to go in for the kill. So using my teeth, I rip the fucking thongs off her and drop the remnants on the floor, resulting in her bare pussy staring me right in the face, its cherry colored petals ripe for the plucking. “Damn, you have a pretty snatch,” I growl, stroking her mound delicately, noticing how her juices cause her feminine folds to glisten in the soft glow of the lights in the gym. I wasn’t kidding; this gal has a real gorgeous cunt.

  Skylar mouth is open and she is making strange sounds in her throat, meowing like a fucking kitten. “Shit, you are finally going to eat my pussy. I know you have been wanting to stick your tongue inside this sweet box for a long time.” Her words are almost lustful pants as she leans back and begins purring in satisfaction. “I know you have been dreaming about this pussy, haven’t you Ryker?”

  “You bet I have been and now that I have this fresh cunt and I going to make you beg for mercy.” I grab hold of her hips and slide my tongue between her legs, feeling her sex opening and her juices greasing my tongue. This woman must bathe in perfume; she tastes like strawberry and her fresh fragrance has me inhaling deeply, intoxicated by her scent.

  I tease her damp folds with my tongue, licking her pussy from side to side as groans and squeals tear from her lips. Let me here say I love a woman who is a noisy fuck. It turns me one, and Skylar proves to be one of the noisiest I have ever had. “You are sucking my pussy…you are driving me crazy,” she wails as my tongue lashes her box, until finally I hit the sensitive button, teasing her clit, and she literally climbs the freaking wall. My hands r
each upward and deftly squeeze her globes, causing her nipples to distend. My ears are ringing as I gasp for breath; Skylar is grinding her pussy against my mouth with such force I think she may collapse.

  “I am fucking coming, Ryker, don’t you stop…don’t you fucking stop.” Her hands are in my head now, gripping my hair and trying to force my tongue deeper inside her wet box. She is on the crest of an orgasm and I suddenly cease my ministrations, leaving her high and dry.

  I fucking stop and stand up, panting like a rabid dog. “Ryker, you are so cruel. I was about to come.”

  “Kneel.” This is not a mere suggestion, it is an order.

  “What?” Her pink lips tremble.

  “Fucking kneel and put my cock in your mouth, now.” Skylar looks in my eyes and realizes she better not argue, so she drops in front of me and eager hands fumble with my zipper until my cock is throbbing in her soft fingers. She grabs the base of my prick and proceeds to jerk me off slowly, then faster, until I am pistoning in her palm. If she keeps this up I am going to shoot a load in her hands. “In your mouth, woman. Put it in your mouth.” I gently slap her across the cheek and she lowers her lips on my cock, gagging just a bit as the head slips between her sweet lips. A tingle races down my spine and I begin pumping her mouth, feeling my cock descend into the back of her throat. Looking down at the woman I craved above all others, her mouth stuffed with my prick, gives me a sense of satisfaction. Fetching her by the hair, I pop off little pumps in and out of her mouth until she is sucking for dear life. Then and only then do I withdraw, grab her by the hand and haul her up.

  “Face the wall.”

  Skylar braces her hands against the wall, her ass pointed in the air. The first slap is hard and she screams; followed by another with the palm of my hand until she is whimpering. “You will do anything I fucking want.”

  “Yes,” she retorts, in barely a whisper.