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

by Kylie Hudson

  Ryker pulls be closer until my face is tucked against his chin, his fingers search urgently for the hem of my dress, rolling it up until they are grasping my bare thighs, squeezing and digging into my flesh. It’s a bitter-sweet pain that skyrockets up my core, leaving me panting. Then he sweeps into me with another earth-shattering kiss that has me kicking off my shoes and my toes curling upward. My hands begin to grope his muscular chest, feeling its power and jolted by it. Now I know what they mean when they say it’s all in the kiss.

  Our lips share and slurp, having a mind of their own. “Shit girl, you want to bite off my lips?” he pronounces, finally coming up for air. “I didn’t know you Jamaican girls were so passionate.”

  “Yes, Jamaican girls are tough you know, we don’t play man, and what, the big man is afraid of a little pain?” I know a kiss like this can only have one conclusion and I am ready for it. Since our first and only sexual encounter I have been burning up with desire, but he did not try for a repeat and I did not force the envelope. I have accepted the fact that I may end up getting married to this guy, so why not enjoy a little sex in the meantime and learn as much as I can about intimacy from a man who is a master.

  Ryker’s hands are groping and pawing, becoming more demanding, inching up to the waistband of my tiny lace panties. Outside the lights of New York are dazzling, while inside my head a million light bulbs are flashing. Then with one powerful pull he tears my panties off. “What are you doing?” I cry, stunned by the ferocity of his desire.

  “What I should have done a long time ago, and hush, I’ll replace your panties will a dozen others.” His eyes are hard and piercing. “I am going to eat that sweet little candy, that plump pussy of yours which has been causing my mouth to water ever since I met you.”

  “Oh,” I gasp. “I never had my sex…I mean my pussy eaten before.”

  “Then you are in for a treat.” Ryker disengages himself and lays me down on the leather seat, hiking up my dress until my pussy, with its tiny landing strip, is exposed for him to feast his eyes on. There is a hungry look to him as he goes on his knees, lips reaching forward, kissing my swollen mound. Electric currents spark throughout my body and I begin to shake. “What a sweet pussy,” he mouths. “Ready to be fucking eaten.”

  With a slurp of his long tongue on my tingling pussy lips he burns me with a shared and searing passion

  . Every nerve in my body is on edge. “That feels so good, babes,” I pant, arching my back in anticipation of his next move. I am burning with desire for his tongue to penetrate my wetness, holding on to the top of the seat for support and wiggling my ass, making it all the more of an enticing feast for him. Ryker slowly licks the outside of my folds, and wetness drips on his tongue causing a lusty feeling of warmth to steal over me. “You taste so fucking good,” he hisses. “Like fresh strawberries.” I open my legs wider, giving him the chance to taste and see more of my pussy. Wetness glistens over my sheath. With each slurp blood throbs in my head and I grab hold of his hair and push his head closer. “Ryker, quit teasing,” I sigh. “I want your tongue in my sex…no, sorry, in my pussy. I want you to tongue sex me so bad.”

  My words seem to strike a chord inside of him. What was just desire has become a bonfire of lust that is consuming us both. I moan at the mouthwatering view of this handsome man eating my pussy; the first man ever to taste me. “More Ryker. I want more, please,” I beg, not caring how wanton and lustful I sound.

  Fire is swirling in my loins and desire in my belly as a powerful force passes through my body; a wild sexual heat. Then his tongue snakes inside me, like knife cutting through butter, and I scream at the top of my lungs, until feeling rather sheepish, I bring my hands to my lips in an attempt to cover my mouth.

  “The limo is sound proof, no one can hear you,” he chuckles, and goes back to forcing his tongue inside my wet pussy, plunging it in and out, pumping me until I am a panting, gasping mess.

  I am lost in Ryker’s petting, stroking, licking. How can I describe an indescribable feeling? If he keeps this up I am going to come all over his mouth and I don’t care. My dark curls are glistening with my juices and his saliva as he sucks my pussy like a man who has not eaten for days, drinking deep from my sweet well of pleasure.

  While knifing into my snatch with his tongue, Ryker starts stroking my clit which is now hard like a little dick, and I explode. “Fuck….oh fuck…Ryker” I moan, grinding my pussy against his mouth and emptying my juices in his lips. He hangs on as I thrash and rail like a woman possessed, continuing to lick me into oblivion.

  My body scorched, I pull away, breathing heavily until it slowly regains its equilibrium. “I came so hard baby, thank you,” I manage to say as the passion subsides.

  “I am glad to hear. Now I want you to take out my cock,” he commands, planting himself back down in the seat. At first I am hesitant, but so much has happened this night that I grip his belt with unsteady fingers, unbuckling it slowly. My hands turn to his zipper which I slide down, a trembling reaching inside and I gasp at the size of the monster that I am touching and stroking. “Fuck baby, yeah stroke that cock,” he rasps, as my hand barely manages to cover the circumference. I use my thumb to play with the head and he jerks off the seat, head rocking back and forth, breaths zipping harshly. “Now I want you to take it out and put it in your lips,” he says between clenched teeth. ”I want to rut in your mouth, baby. I want you to suck my cock so bad.”

  “I have never sucked a cock before,” I pant. “What do I do?”

  “You are a woman.” His eyes are cold as steel. “Just do what comes naturally.” As nervous as I am, I realize I am anxious to taste him, to know what a cock tastes like.

  His cock is like a living being, throbbing and pulsating in my hand, growing bigger by the second.

  Trepidation grips me as I stare at the monster in my hand. “I don’t know if my lips will fit over it, the head is so big, it’s like a giant mushroom.” Without warning, Ryker grabs me by my hair and pulls me closer until the big, lurching shaft is staring me right in the face. I pump his hard flesh until a white, sticky substance leaks from the tip and I use it to lubricate the head, causing him to flinch once more. Nervously, I flatten my tongue against the head of his prick and begin licking it like I would a lollypop. “My lord…Siena is sucking my cock.” Ryker jerks his hips in rhythm to my licks, moaning loudly with each lash of my tongue. Finally, I work up enough courage to take his hot, thrusting cock in my mouth. Damn, it’s so big I almost choke. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, but I can’t stop now, I want to please him as an experienced woman would, so I begin sucking hard on his swollen member. Ryker’s face contorts and he slowly pumps my mouth, each jab forcing a tear from my eye caused by this excruciating mix of pain and pleasure that transports me to another planet. So I force my mouth to open wider until I can almost feel his length in the back of my throat. It’s almost killing me, but I am enjoying sucking cock, reveling in the power I have over this mighty man.

  How silly it is that oral sex is so frowned on publicly in Jamaica, while it is well entrenched in our private lives. Here in America, it is such a more sexually liberated society and I don’t have to hide the fact that I am enjoying pleasing a man with my lips.

  I continue slurping on Ryker’s cock, trying to coax the white juice out of him. I want him to spurt on my lips so I can return that amazing pleasure I experienced. But, suddenly he pushes me way. “I want my cock inside you,” he snorts, hurling me down on the large seat. It is a good thing we are in a limo with lots of space and not some cramped back seat of a car, so I just lay back, open my legs and prepare for his assault. My fiancée forces my knees upward and wedges himself between my thighs. “I am going to pump your little pussy now. I am going to thrust inside you.”

  “Yes, babes,” I hear a foreign voice croak. “Oh Ryker, I have been longing for your dick inside me.” I have no idea where this wanton woman is coming from. I can’t believe the words are spewing from my mouth, but I am
blinded with lust and desire for this man.

  My opening is throbbing for him…wet and ready, begging to be battered and breached.

  Then his erection slides along the dark curls between my legs, past the puffy lips. “Damn, you are so wet,” Siena. His voice is beyond coarse; it is now dark and primitive. He pauses briefly as he stares into my eyes and then presses forward stabbing into my sex.

  “Fuck…oh shit,” I rasp as the delicious hurt sweeps through my body. It hurts so good that I sink my nails into his butt cheeks which seem to be made out of granite, and pull him deep within me.

  “I want more. I want you to fuck me hard, Ryker. Don’t hold back, I can take it.” I sound like a loose woman, a hoe, but I can’t help it. I really don’t care; I just want to be swept away by this human tornado.

  Ryker grits his teeth and plunges into my pussy over and over, fucking me with a force that batters my ass against the leather seat. Inside the car is filled with our smell, our moans and gasps and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucks me into a blubbering mass.

  I never knew sex could feel like this. I don’t want him to stop. Of Lord, I am in lust…no, in love with this man. Heavens, I don’t know what I am thinking, my mind is a blubbering mess. “Don’t stop fucking me, Ryker, I want you to fill me with your come.”

  My words seem to incite further violence in my lover, as he thrusts into me with such force I whimper again and again.

  We buck and thrash against each other like wild animals, gasping in shared release as both our orgasms hit us at the same time. This exquisite cock stars shoots gobs of semen inside me as pleasure batters my womb. What if I get pregnant? I will deal with that another time, even if it means taking the day after pill, but for now I wrap my legs around his back and bite into his neck as he empties his seed inside me and I howl like a hoe as passion tears me apart.

  Lord I am in trouble now.

  Lord I am falling in love with the devil himself, Ryker Dean.

  ***

  Back at the apartment I lay in bed, my body still throbbing from the pounding it took in the back of the limousine. But what a sweet pounding! I can still feel his tongue on my sex, and his big, hard dick battering me into the world beyond. My sex is bruised and aching, but there is a still a smile fixed on my face.

  There is a knock on the door to my bedroom. It must be Ryker, but what could he want at this ungodly hour and why is he knocking? “Come in.” I rise up off the bed and pull the covers to my cheek.

  “You’re still awake.” Ryker is dressed in only a pair of boxers, showing off his muscles which are just out of this world and those washboard abs. Can one man be so hot?

  “Yes, you left my poor body battered and bruised, so I’m taking a little time to fall asleep.” I let the covers fall, showing off the pink lingerie he had bought for me, the one that barely covers my breasts and hangs loosely off my ass.

  Ryker smirks and before I know it jumps on the bed beside me. I am so glad it is a king size, as with his bulk he would have probably broken any other bed. “You gave me my own room, so I figured you wanted your privacy.” I say, eyes throwing darts at his cocky, smiling face.

  “I thought so as well, but I would rather be close to you.” He pulls off the covers and wraps me in his arms. They are warm and welcoming, and as he lays back my head rests on his chest.

  “What changed your mind?”

  “You changed my mind.”

  “In what way?”

  “I guess just by being you.”

  I take a deep breath. This is all becoming too real. At first it was just an experiment, but the more time I have spent with him, the more Ryker has grown on me. Yes, he is a cocky, demanding bastard; a man who take what he wants, but he is also kind and fun to be around and judging from the way he helped my stepdad, he is loyal as well.

  Ryker’s hand strokes my hair and then moves to my cheeks, gently touching my skin. A strange feeling wells up inside me, and a tiny tear develops in the corner of my eyes. “You know you will soon be able to get your Green Card and go on your own,” he chimes, cupping my chin.

  It’s funny, that’s what I was so looking forward to; my own money and independence. But now I am not so sure if that is what I want anymore. “And what if that’s not what I desire?”

  He pulls my head up so that our eyes are locked. The room is silent save for the harshness of our breathing, as both of us stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. It is cruel for one man to have such beautiful eyes. I am lost, I tell you; my heart feels like it is going to burst.

  There is no sense in me denying it any more. I have fallen hopelessly in love with Ryker. “I love you,” I whisper, looking at him intently.

  Ryker does not blink, but his eyes are examining mine as if he has just seen a ghost. “What did you say, Siena?”

  “I said I love you; you heard me dammit.”

  “How can you be sure?” His eyes are probing, as if trying to coax the truth from mine.

  “Because I don’t think I can live without you,” I groan. “You are so freaking full of yourself and you piss me off sometimes, but there is no other man out there in the world like you.”

  His face finally cracks a smile. “Are you sure it’s not the great sex talking?”

  I punch him in the gut, which seems like it is made of steel and I almost end up hurting my hands. “Flattery does not become you, Mr. Dean. Leave the compliments to me.” I laugh aloud. “But yes, the sex was out of this world, babes.”

  Now that I have finally worked up the nerve to tell him how I feel, I am anxiously waiting to hear what his feelings are. “I…I,” his voice trails off. “I like you a lot and you are an amazing girl, but I am a very complicated man and not the easiest to get along with.” He again pauses. “I am not sure how good a partner I can be.”

  I blow a breath. “I guess I will just have to take a chance on us.” With that said I plant my lips over his and silence Ryker Dean with a kiss.

  No, he doesn’t need to tell me he loves me right now, and even if he doesn’t, I am going to make this man fall in love with me and that’s a promise you can take to the bank.

  CHAPTER 9

  Ryker

  The days spent in New York are the happiest of my life.

  I find myself tapping my fingers impatiently during the days in which I have business meetings, waiting for them to end so that I can be with Siena. She is turning out to be everything a man could want in a woman. I still have no idea what the future will bring, but every day I learn something new about her.

  So although I know New York like the back of my hand, I end up doing all the touristy things with her, such as taking a bus tour of the city and walking down Times Square. Yeah, things that I know she would enjoy. I also take her to the boroughs of Queens, Brooklyn and The Bronx so she can see all that is The Big Apple and revel in her way she appreciates every new things that catches her fancy.

  And at nights we make love for hours, taking time to explore each other’s body and drive ourselves to the heights of ecstasy. Siena proves to be a willing student, with a voracious sexual appetite, and never backs down. She likes pleasing me in bed and I have no objections to have her hone her lovemaking skills on me.

  Somehow, the thought of actually marrying her does not seem so bad after all.

  Then, on our last evening together in New York, we are out having drinks at one of the city’s trendy bars when I feel a tap on my shoulder, and whirling around I find myself steering into the big, beautiful eyes of Skylar Blake herself, dressed to the nines and looking her usual dazzling self. “Ryker Dean, darling.” Skylar places her hands around my neck and swoops in with a kiss smack on my lips. Taken by surprise, I look over at Siena who is staring at me with daggers in her eyes.

  “Skylar,” I chortle. “How are you?”

  She looks at me in a surly manner. I mean if looks could kill. “You mean how I am since you fucked me a several weeks ago and haven’t even bothere
d to call? I guess I am fine and I see you have moved on.”

  I clear my throat, angry at her for making a scene in public. This is a woman I had lusted after, but once I had her, there was no reason to stay around. “This is not the place for a conversation like this?” I take her hand, trying to steer her away from Siena.

  “This is definitely the place… when I see that you have traded me in for a younger model” She pushes my hand away. “I guess you got tired of this pussy.”

  Siena jumps up from her seat. I see the hurt and pained expression on her face. Fuck, she doesn’t deserve this.

  “Siena.” I try to hold on to her but she moves forward quickly and bolts out of the bar. “Siena.” I run after her only to see her storming down the street, bodyguards following close behind. If anything ever happens to her I could never forgive myself.

  I break into a run after Siena, but she too begins running away and blindly stumbles into the road. “Siena, watch out,” I scream. But it is too late, an oncoming vehicle mows her down and I watch helplessly as her body crumples to the ground.

  Run like a crazy man, I rush to the spot where she has fallen. “Siena, are you alright.” I try and shake her lifeless body. Her eyes are closed and she seems cold. “Call 911, we have to get her to the hospital.”

  The blood is pumping wildly throughout my body and my heart is shattered into little pieces. Lord, let her still be alive. If she doesn’t make it I could never live with myself. I cradle her in my arms and try to administer CPR as the ambulance siren wails in the distance. The paramedics quickly unfold a stretcher and carts her body into the back of the vehicle. I jump inside. There is no way I am not going to join her in the hospital.