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

by Kylie Hudson

  Ryker simply grunts and licks my clit faster and faster until I am wailing and blubbering. His hand scooped beneath my ass, pulling me closer as he laps at my pussy like a rabid dog, intent on making me explode multiple times. ”You taste like honey, so fucking sweet.” The sight of Ryker Dean kneeling between my thighs tonguing me sends me over the edge. Each lick causes an earthquake to erupt in my core as I grab him by the neck, my sobs and then shrieks, piercing the still of the night.

  By back arches and my thighs wrap around Ryker’s neck. I am shaking violently, pumping my sex to match his rhythm in a shameless display of wantonness.

  “Please…oh please…..oh God no… or God yes.”

  I have my first oral orgasm, pumping and riding his mouth, my thighs gripping his neck as if trying to strangle him. This is pleasure I never knew existed, and a whole new world of passion is now opening up before my very eyes.

  As my harsh breathing subsides and I release Ryker’s neck from my grasp, I make up my mind…there is only one more barrier left to hurdle and that’s the biggest one of all. Can I manage his monster prick in my virgin sex?

  “I am going to fuck you now, Siena. I am going to make you feel my hard cock.” Ryker’s eyes are filled with pure sin as he peels off his trunks and my eyes pop open. What had looked like a pendulum before is now like an extended fist, with a big mushroom for a head and giant balls dangling to the side. Despite my apprehension, I bite my lips and prepare for my first taste of real dick.

  Ryker rips a cushion off one of the day beds around the poolside and spreads it out beside us, taking my hand and pushing me roughly down on my back. There gaze hardens and his Adam’s apple is bunched under his chin. This is a side of Ryker I have never seen before and I feel like the sacrificial lamb before the slaughter, open and vulnerable to the impending onslaught of this giant of a man.

  My chest is heaving in quick succession as his huge body climbs on top of me. “Are you ready?” he deadpans, in what is more of a statement than a question. He is obviously going to take me whether I am ready or not and I am powerless to resist. No…make that I want him to prick my hymen.

  So this is it, the big moment that all girls face at some point in their lives. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined that my first taste of dick would be on a cushion by the pool in a luxurious mansion in Hollywood Hills. But it is the reality of the moment and this brute of a man is about to take my most cherished possession.

  A million thoughts race through my head. They talk about your life flashing before your eyes when you are facing death; well I guess this is my death experience. I nod my head and try and relax, but tensions pool inside my sex. My little sheath is wracked by a series of palpitations. Cream plasters my folds and I brace for my cherry-picking.

  Ryker grips his dick and slowly and deliberately rubs the head against my wet folds which are now swollen and extra sensitive. I guess that his way of moistening his weapon.

  My gosh, despite my trepidation it feels so damn good. “I am going to fuck you raw, Siena,” he whispers gruffly into my ears. “This is too sweet a pussy not to rut your flesh bare.”

  I nod because it matters not. Condom or not, I want this man. Plus, for some reason, I want my first time to be without condoms and I trust this man. I want his bare flesh against my bare flesh, not some artificial barrier between us.

  Why have I been afraid of sex when it feels so good? “Don’t come inside me though, Ryker. Neither of us wants a baby, okay.” He nods and I know I can trust him. There is no way be wants to bring a baby into this very complicated situation.

  Then, I feel the weight of his dick pushing mildly against my sheath, trying to wiggle its way inside. The head of his battering ram is met with a resistance which refuses to budge. It hurts a bit, but I grip his shoulders and tense, hoping he can break through. “Fuck Siena, you are a virgin. I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me?” he scolds. “I would not have been so rough with you.”

  “It’s not the sort of thing you discuss over dinner,” I hiss between clenched teeth, hips arching and my heart string feeling like they are about to pop. “But… go ahead, please, I want you to.”

  His breath is even harsher now and his eyes glow like that of a wild beast. A drop of sweat runs down his temple and he grits his back teeth. “Little girl I am going to pop your cherry now,” he husks. “It will hurt a little, but will feel better quickly.”

  I blink my eyes, refusing to tear them away from his as my body tenses and I arch my back in anticipation of his assault. Ryker pushes against my hymen, probing and cajoling for a second, until he lunges forcibly and finally breaks through.

  Unbearable pain wracks my body. “Lord…It hurts,” I sob. “I feel raw and burning.”

  He stays still for awhile, not daring to move a muscle. “Your body will soon get used to my cock,” he pants in my ears.

  And he is right, the pain soon subsides and gradually his length stretches my sex and I feel him sliding in my wetness like a knife through butter. Slowly, Ryker begins to churn his hips, gently slipping his dick in and out of my sex.

  So this is what sex is all about? The sensation is so delicious, that it’s almost cloying, and a chuckle escapes my lips. “What’s so funny?” he asks, while rutting my ache away, pumping my sex like a boss. Slowly and shyly, my womanhood takes over, and i match his stroke, grinding against him and feeling his girth stretching me to the appropriate depth.

  “It just feels so good, Ryker,” I whimper, nibbling and blowing into his ear. “I had no idea it could be like this. I heard so many horror stories about how bad it is when a girl loses her virginity that I as petrified. I guess that’s why I wanted it to be done by a real man.”

  He pumps me deeper, filling me roughly as the vein in his neck stands at attention. Tears of joy well up in my eyes as his monster dick is mowing into my flesh, stretching my little punaany; exploring recesses of my canal I never knew existed. I gasp and open my legs wider so he can have all of my little snatch, enjoying the exquisite feel of the big intruder inside me. “It will feel even better,” Ryker gasps between clenched teeth, plunging deeper. “Your little virgin pussy grips my cock so tightly, like it was made for me.”

  I must confess his filthy talk is turning me on even more, as is the fact that we are in the open and should any member of the wait staff have forgotten something and return, they would witness our bout of sexual intercourse by the pool.

  “Tell me you like my cock,” Ryker is rutting me harder, placing his hand underneath my ass and raising me up, causing his prick to slick inside until it is impossibly deep.

  “I like your dick.” My body is accepting him and his monster seems to be rubbing against a special spot inside me causing a rumble deep inside my tummy and my feet to turn inward.

  “It’s a cock; say cock.”

  “I…I like your dick…I mean cock.”

  “And it’s in your sweet, young pussy. Stop saying sex, it’s pussy, a delicious and tight little pussy.”

  “P…pussy…”

  My words seem to spur him on as he drills into me, delightful little pumps that cause me to grunt like a pig every time he pulls out and knifes back in. “I can feel your cock deep in my tummy. Please remember not to cum inside me, I am not on any birth control.” I snort, I grunt, I sigh. Having sex with Ryker Dean is out of this world.

  A wave starts building up inside me.

  It starts in my pussy, a word I realize I like saying, and fans out to other parts of my body. Now my toes are tingling and begin to curl. My heart is beating erratically and a rush of blood has reached my brain, causing a lightheaded feeling and even my fingertips are now extra sensitive.

  Is this what a real orgasm caused by a big cock feels like? If it is, I never want this feeling to end. “I think I am going to come, Ryker. My pussy is throbbing,” I sigh. “Are you going to make me come, baby?”

  My lover is swearing something awful as he screws me and suddenly removes his hands from under m
y ass and uses a finger to rub my little nub. My body goes into an epileptic shock. “What does it feel like, Siena?” he says, sensing that I am about to explode.

  “It feels like I want to pee, only that I don’t want to. My juices are rushing out of me.” I am beyond the point of no return as a climax grips my body.

  “So you want me to make you come?”

  “Yes, yes, I want you to make me come. Please don’t stop pumping my pussy.”

  “Yes, my tight little Jamaican pussy.” He is like a man possessed. “It is my pussy, isn’t it, Siena?”

  “You like my black Jamaican pussy?” A wave crashes again my shores and I explode. It feels like I have fallen off a cliff into the waves below…I am drowning in a sea of pleasure. “Yes it is your pussy…Aggg.” I bite my lips. “Lord help me, please….please” I wrap my legs around his back pulling him in deeper.

  “You have to open your legs or I will nut inside your pussy.” Ryker is screwing me like a madman, eyes wild and breathing heavy. “Release me or I will fucking breed you.”

  I am caught in the throes of passion, multiple orgasms creating havoc in my body. I don’t him to pull out. I want to feel his come coating the neck of my womb. But I know I can’t, so reluctantly I unclasp my legs from around his back.

  With a howl, Ryker pulls his cock from my pussy and gobs of semen spurts on my tummy. Creamy, thick white liquid nestle in my navel and I use my finger to spread it all over my body. I want to taste what a man’s come feels like, but I am too shy at this point in my sexual journey. Maybe, just maybe, one day I will work up the courage to take him between my lips. Sucking a man’s cock is frowned on publicly in Jamaica, although a lot of girls do it in private. I want to suck his cock before we break up. I want him in my mouth so I can suck him dry and taste his cream.

  But for now I am happy that I have launched my sexual journey. I may still be a novice, but I am brash and bold, and I will rock this man’s world. You just wait and see.

  CHAPTER 7

  Ryker

  Since our intimate encounter I have noticed a change in Siena. She has become more confident in her surroundings and has now taken on the task of being the woman of the house, directing the housekeeping and kitchen staff and making her decorating talent felt in no uncertain manner.

  My little Jamaican flower is now in full bloom.

  She has also adopted an interest in my business empire, constantly asking me questions about my various companies and how they operate. I find her to be of quick wit and a fast learner, with an eye for details. I have also cut down my international business travels to spend more time making her comfortable and feel at home. It’s not that I had to, but I wanted it to be that way.

  Listen, ninety days is a very short time, and the question weighing on my mind is whether to find a way for her to stay in the United States permanently other than getting married, or just go for it and get it over with. The only problem is that the K-1 Visa stipulates marriage within the period or she will have to return to Jamaica while she pursues the Green Card by other means.

  And returning to Jamaica is dangerous for Siena. Her stepdad, by his gambling and criminal activities, have ensured that now that he is dead those who he owes money are seeking their pound of flesh, and his enemies in other criminal networks could harm her.

  I have doubled the guards around Siena to ensure her safety and she does not leave the house without a detachment of highly-trained ex-Special Forces mercenaries, who I have warned that there will be hell to pay if one strand of the hair on her head is harmed.

  Then six weeks after her arrival in Los Angeles I have to attend a series of meetings in New York, and when I tell Siena her eyes light up. “Ryker, darling…” Any time she calls me darling in jest I know she is trying to get into my good books. “Can you take me with you to New York…pretty please? I have never been to the Big Apple and I have heard so much about it. I want to go.” She flutters her long lashes and pouts her luscious lips, knowing fully well I find those actions irresistible.

  I pace the floor, adjusting my tie, my brain ticking over. I am expected to fly out later that afternoon so there is not much time for delay. “I’ll be attending meetings mostly and won’t be able to spend as much time with you,” I retort, my heart melting at the way she sizes me up with those puppy dog eyes.

  Siena strokes my shoulder and helps me adjust my tie. “I promise I won’t get in your way. I’ll go shopping or sightseeing while you are at meetings during the day and visit Broadway or clubs at nights if you have dinners.” She gesticulates excitedly, looking every inch the young foreigner she is. “I promise I won’t be a bother, darling. Please, you have to take me with you.”

  My brows arch and I continue pacing. It’s not that I don’t want her to come with me, but I am still concerned about her safety. Aiden’s enemies are not just in Jamaica, they are international and very much present here in the United States. My reputation for being a badass, from my days on the streets, seems to have kept them at bay, but there is no guarantee when they will rear their ugly heads. Here in Los Angeles I can protect her, but in New York it will be more difficult.

  “Okay, okay you win. Go pack.” I swallow hard, slapping her on her big, firm ass. I have never been involved with a big girl before. Most of my time has been spent with the slim types, but I have grown to appreciate that more can sometimes mean better.

  Siena squeals in delight and jumps into my arm, wrapping her mitts around my neck and planting a wet kiss on my lips. Her show of unbridled emotions solicits a snicker from my lips and I have to admit to myself that I will enjoy having her around. If I am honest, coming home to a woman, even though we are not romantically vested, has been an interesting and rather refreshing change for me. I have enjoyed her shrieks of delight when I arrive in the evenings and her animated chatter at dinner when she asks about how my day at work went. I have also found calmness when I sit beside her in the movie room watching television shows or modern movies, not to mention listening to her singing or viewing her dancing to the latest R and B or reggae songs. In fact, in the past month I have become something of an expert on current music and musicians thanks to Siena.

  Reaching for my IPhone in my pocket, I converse with my most trusted ally. “Siri, dial Gordon.”

  The phone self-dials, and in a moment the coarse voice of my chief of security, Gordon Magnus, comes on the line. “Boss…” He never uses my name when addressing me.

  “Gordon, I want you to beef up my security in New York. I am now taking Miss Ward with me and I want a round-the-clock upgraded detail supporting her.”

  “Roger that boss.” There is nothing more to be said. Gordon, a former Navy Seal Commander who branched into private security when he got pissed at the government, is as good as it gets and a man who I trust with my life.

  I exhale, breathing easier now that security has been beefed up. With Siena being such a delight to be around when she is not being moody, I may even take some time off to hang out with her.

  There is a mysterious, yet delightful quality about her that I am slowly unearthing. Why is it that I find delight in her eyes as they sparkle when she smiles, and the way she stares at me when she thinks I am not noticing?

  I am Ryker Dean, the man women call a bastard or a cold-hearted prick because I tend not to show my emotions romantically. That’s just the way The Creator made me. So why am I becoming less than the obnoxious Lothario when Siena is around?

  In just under an hour Siena appears at the top of the staircase dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans that shows off every fucking delicious curve. Her ass sticks out like a sore thumb and her long legs remind me of a plus-sized fashion model. Added to the ensemble, she has her melons squeezed into a tank top that gives a peek at her bare midriff. If you look in the dictionary for a definition of the word “sexy”, you would see this photograph of her as she is right now pasted there.

  Siena twirls around, wiggling her ass. “You like?” she coos. “Do you th
ink I am ready for New York, Mr. Dean?”

  A chuckle escapes my lips. This girl will be the death of me, but her bubbly personality is so damn infectious, it is hard to be broody around her. “New York will never be the same, Mrs. Dean-to-be,” I tease, enjoying our little by-play.

  “Oh my…someone is being rather presumptuous.” She slowly and seductively descends the stairs, and one of the housemen, as if on cue, presents her with a glass of champagne. This girl belongs in the movies, she is so dramatic. I make a mental note examine perhaps having her do an audition with one of the studios in the future.

  “Ready when you are, babes. New York, here I come.” And why is it I feel that after this trip, for me New York may never be the same.

  During the drive to the airport, Siena is like a kid outside a candy store before it opens, and even while on the plane heading to New York she can’t stop yapping away. “Listen babes,” she gushes, as she peers outside the window of the aircraft. “Every Jamaican dreams of visiting New York; it’s just the way we were brought up, so forgive me for being excited and raining on your parade…Mr. Been To New York A Million Times.”

  The outline of the island that is New York frames the skyline and Siena reaches for her phone and snaps a few photos, then she unbuckles her seatbelt and flops into the seat beside me. “Selfie time with New York in the background,” she proclaims, pushing her cheek against mine and snaps a few photos holding a peace sign.

  In a few minutes we land, exit Teterboro Airport and are seated in the back of a town car heading toward Manhattan proper. Glancing in the rearview mirror I make out the security detail which had met us at the airport, close behind. There is another car in front, forming a three car convoy. So I lean back in my seat and relax. Siena is way too animated to even notice that we have bodyguards following us.

  “Where will we be staying in New York?” Siena’s bubbly voice disrupts my train of thoughts. “Will it be some fancy hotel or do you have a place in New York as well?”