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

“Oh, Christina, now that’s not being a good girl. Isn’t this what you wanted? I warned you, my love, and now it’s time to pay something on the account of what you owe me for not changing.”

A shiver goes through me. “This isn’t it?” Oh god, I said it and still can barely understand the words.

The bastard laughs. “This isn’t it by a long shot. Open your legs, like the good girl I know you are. Let me into heaven.” He sucks hard on the spot as his middle finger presses harder along my wet lips. “The longer you keep me out, the more of a chance someone might wonder what we are doing. Come by—” A chuckle comes out of him as I open my legs wide. “I do believe a good girl is owed an award,” he whispers in my ear as he pushes two fingers into me.

Oh god, oh god, this is so bad, so dirty, so wrong. Those fingers are torturing my clit. Ivan’s mouth covers mine as he applies pressure and sends me into a body-shaking orgasm. I cling to him.

“We leave in ten minutes.”

***

Ivan

The drive home is interminable. I have no idea how I haven’t come in my pants. This witch, I cannot believe what she does to me. I’m tearing the dress to shreds the moment we’re home—the fucking thing is painfully erotic.

What the hell was she doing even buying it, let alone wearing it out in public to wind me up? She wanted me wound up, she got me, and now she will pay the price. I watch her shiver in anticipation and have to adjust my stiff cock.

She knows I’ve been trying, damn it. Trying to do what she said she wanted. Preparing for the end, I spent hours in my office and didn’t get a damn thing done. This was nothing like what it was supposed to be, just sex, just a release. She wants me to let her go tomorrow. She talked about going home, back to the life she had before we met.

Only I cannot fuckin

g comprehend going back to it. Back to twelve-hour days in the office and even longer ones in my home office. Back to hours plugged into my emails, the business news, the market, a screen in front of me. Back to brittle, thin models, with their endless chatter about celebrities and diets and fads and nothing more than an hour or two of release before going home to bed, alone.

Alone wasn’t the problem, I liked alone. It was the thought of not having Christina beside me, the feel of her soft body, the scent of her skin, no. She can’t expect me to go back to that. I won’t.

She’s out of the car, I throw her over my shoulder, too pissed off right now to be gentle.

“Ivan, I’m sorry.”

“Not yet, but you will be.”

She doesn’t try to argue again. I toss her on the bed, not bothering to close the door. “On your knees, ass up in the air.”

Her breath catches as she moves fast. I pull the dress up to her waist, fucking hell. My cock jumps at the sight of the lace garter belt around her waist. Without a single plan in mind I smack one round cheek, hard, then the other, then back to the first. I lose count until I see how red she is.

I work hard to control myself; it doesn’t help I see her thighs slick from her pussy dripping. It’s time. Opening the bedside table, I find it. Unwrapping it has her turning to see what I’m doing. Her eyes go wide at the bottle of lube in my hand. I take my time and coat my cock until it glistens. She nods, as a hand goes over her lace-covered breast. Thank fuck.

I’m not a complete bastard though. I will not take my pleasure without ensuring hers first. With a hard push I’m in her pussy. Her gasp is one of surprise, then she’s panting as I fuck her hard, fast, relentless to a climax in only minutes, but I don’t allow myself to come. No, not tonight. It’s bad enough I’m inside her pussy without a condom.

While she’s still moaning from her orgasm, I press my cock to her tight ass. Slowly, carefully, I press into her then out again, fucking mere inches in and out of her. There is no tension in her beautiful body. By the time I’m six inches deep she’s begging for more. So I give it to her.

Deeper now, I’m giving her what she wants, what I need. I’m fighting not to come, it isn’t easy. Christina is sobbing, begging, pleading for me to move faster, to give her the orgasm just out of reach.

With a hard push I’m buried deep inside her, savoring the moment. I do not get long, however, before Christina clenches tight around me, urging me on. Witch. Leash off, I give in to need and fuck her the way she begs, harder, faster deeper. It feels like only seconds, but my cock is screaming it’s been far longer. Finally she comes, and now I can too.

***

Christina

The night doesn’t end, it’s a replay of the first time, the first day we made love. Ivan leaves my body only long enough to change positions, he fucks me twice more in the ass and I’m trying not to be ashamed of how much I love it. It helps me when he tells me how much he loves that I love it. It isn’t until pink touches the sky he allows me to fall asleep with his cock still inside me.

When I wake up, I’m alone. I check the bedside table. Holy shit, it’s two in the afternoon. We were supposed to leave at noon. Sitting up, it’s back again—the tender tingly feelings of soreness throughout my body. I spend a good twenty minutes in the bath, then pick out a light pink summer dress. What is going on?

Walking out of the closet, I find Ivan on the sofa looking at his phone. He looks up when I walk toward him. “Are you hungry?”

He doesn’t look angry or icy, he smiles at my confusion.

“There are benefits to owning the plane. It leaves when I say it does. I wanted you to get the rest you needed. We’ll have a very late lunch and while we’re doing that our things will be packed.”