His Fake Fiancee: BBW Romance (Fake it For Me)

I shake my head. “I am trying not to touch you because every time I do, I lose control. I should not have touched you the way I did.”

She smiles bright and pure with knowing.

“Say you’re mine, Christina.”

Her hands come up to my chest, she leans into me, going up on her tiptoes. “I’m yours,” she whispers against my lips. “Now take me home and show me.”

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Christina

I can’t help blushing as Lawrence stares at Ivan in astonishment when Ivan tells him to take us to his home and once he does, he will no longer be needed for the day. Ivan never goes home early, ever. My embarrassment fades fast when Ivan takes my hand in his. His touch is gentle, yet I feel the tension throughout his entire body. It is so simple and almost more erotic than when he touched me between my legs.

Tension grows minute by agonizing minute. Lawrence pulls into the garage of the Watertower building. I had been curious about where Ivan lived, Tim had warned me there may be times when I would be called to work with Ivan at his home, but it had yet to happen. As soon as the elevator doors close, Ivan’s arm around me tightens. His other hand goes into my hair, pulling my head back to meet his eyes. “You excite me so much I fear hurting you.”

“I won’t break.”

Obsidian glitters down at me. “Next time, I will take my time. Next time I will ensure you come so many times you lose count. This time—” He lowers his head until his mouth is against my ear. “I am going to fuck you like the animal you have turned me into.”

I shudder as he nips my ear. The elevator doors open, then the world spins. The bastard has bent down and has me over his shoulder. Oh wow, his ass is just so hot. “If you drop me I’ll kill you,” I groan as he opens his door.

Everything is a blur. He moves so fast I barely take in we’re in his bedroom before I’m tossed on a massive bed. Scrambling to sit up, I can’t take my eyes off him. I missed his jacket hitting the floor, then he rips away his shirt.

Gorgeous, golden skin glows through a fine mat of black hair. Magnificent, it’s a word I have never used in my life but it fits him, it fits him perfectly. Muscles ripple across his chest, down his stomach, his biceps flex as he pushes down his pants and holy fucking shit, wow, wow, wow.

A flood of wet heat shocks me, what the hell was that? Even as my body reacts fear builds—he’s too big, too thick. There is no way he will fit inside me without pain. Yet I am shaking with need, not fear, as I watch him roll on a condom. Without a single thought I lean back on my hands and widen my legs in invitation.

He steps to the edge of the bed. His hands wrap around my ankles, pulling me to the edge, the dress bunching up around my waist. Despite how much I want him, I blush as he stares down at me.

“You bought these for me,” he murmurs as he runs a finger over the front of my panties, tracing the heart lace applique before trailing down over the sheer soaked heart of me.

Blushing, I nod, not able to hide a thing from him.

“I like them. I will buy you more.”

I gasp as he tears the delicate lace panties apart before tossing them away. My heart jumps as his tongue slides over me. Wrong, no, I try to pull him away. A gust of hot air hits me as he chuckles. He grabs my wrists, his grip unyielding. Shame goes up in flames as his tongue pushes inside me. He moans, letting go of my wrists, and his hands part me wider for him.

Oh god, I fight not to scream as he sucks hard on my outer lips, once, twice, harder and harder. His tongue darts inside as deep as he can send it, in a preview of what is coming. My hips rise up to meet his tongue, wanting more. He pushes me down, holding me in place, his grip punishing as his velvet tongue teases my clit. I’m already on the verge of coming when he pushes two thick fingers into me.

We both groan as he pushes deeper into me. Rough, almost punishing, Ivan moves his fingers in and out of me as he continues to send me out of my mind. His teeth nip at my clitoris—oh fuck that hurts—I plea for him to stop but he already has and now he’s sucking on my clitoris fiercely again and again in time wit

h the fingers fucking me. Those fingers move to that spot, harder and harder they press. Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, I crash into my climax, painful shudders wracking through my body.

Still shaking, weak and trembling, all I can do is watch as Ivan tears my dress off me. Eyes gleaming, his hands run over my breasts, tweaking my tight, hard nipples visible through the sheer bra. The catch between my breasts is undone with a flick of his wrists.

“Perfect, so fucking exquisite. I knew what you were doing, teasing me with them. You witch, you wanted me hard for you. You succeeded. Now it is time for you to pay.”

His head lowers to one breast, sucking hard and fiercely as his fingers tease the other until I’m near tears. I’m too caught up in what he is doing and there is no warning, it is only for a few brief seconds I feel him hot, hard, against my lower lips, his hand is gone from my breast. A few fingers part me then he thrusts inside me. Oh god, even as wet as I am, as weak as I am, he is so thick my body doesn’t accept him easily. Too thick, too big, I can’t.

“Yes, you can. You can take me. Your pussy was made for me. Such a sweet pussy you have, as pink and sweet as cotton candy,” Ivan croons against my ear. My hands go into his hair. He’s right, so right. Inch by sweet inch he’s sinking deeper into my body. There is no longer resistance to the intense heat of him; instead my body welcomes him until with a last hard thrust, all of him is inside me.

We both gasp at the sensation. So hot, every inch of his cock is branding into me, claiming me as his alone. Awesome, amazing, incredible, no word can describe it, then words vanish as Ivan takes my mouth in a hungry, ravaging kiss. I get lost in his kiss until he grasps my hips in a painful grip and begins moving inside me. Gone is the careful, measured first thrust. He’s keeping his promise, he’s fucking me like an animal, and oh god, I don’t ever want him to stop.

A loud growl rumbles from his chest into me as he moves faster and faster. Deeper, please, more. Another growl, low and guttural, vibrates through my entire body. I scream as I crash into an orgasm so intense, it scares me.

I cling to Ivan, desperate for his solid strength against me. He’s still moving inside me, drawing out my pleasure until I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. With a shout of my name I feel him come inside me, his thick cock pulsing, thickening, and I feel him fill the condom.

His head falls on mine, his arms sag but his body doesn’t fall on me. I run my hands over his back, welcoming the weight of him. Ivan opens his eyes, and my body clenches around him at what I see in them. Pure, unadulterated joy. Suddenly all air leaves my body. Please don’t let this be another dream, except it can’t be because I’ve never even allowed myself to hope for this.