Bad Neighbor - Single Mom Fake Fiance Romance

Wetting my hand, I wrapped it my hand around my throbbing shaft and started to work it, slowly at first and then a bit faster. My mind, at first blank, focusing on the job at hand, soon enough wandered to Ashlyn. Her curvy figure, her nice ass, big firm tits, and warm smile. I had only ever seen it a few times, but even so, it was the sort of smile that tended to be remembered. I thought about what it would be like to slowly pull down her pants and then bend her over, burying my face into her pussy and lapping at her tender pink lips until she moaned with pleasure. I would use my tongue to bring her to orgasm, her entire body shaking and shuddering in that special way. And then, when she was ready, standing up to my full height behind her and sliding my cock all the way inside her tight pussy. Taking her by the hips, I would fuck her until she screamed, her cries muffled by my hand. As I kissed the back of her neck, I would pull out just in time to deliver my load into her eager, waiting mouth.

I came hard, still thinking about fucking Ashlyn and her swallowing my cum. How good it would be if it were only possible. But I had given my word our arrangement would be just business. Though I couldn’t help but think that it was too bad that the arrangement was fake.

Chapter Six

Ashlyn

When Chase took us out the next day, I wasn’t sure what exactly he had planned. I knew we would have to have some kind of discussion to get our story straight to fool his ex and his sister. Though it was difficult to tell who would need more convincing. If I was to get three guesses as to where Chase was taking us that morning, I still wouldn’t have gotten close.

My stomach was in knots on the drive as it slowly dawned on me that I really didn’t know this guy. He had seemed nice enough the night before and had helped us with the landlord, but I didn’t really know why. And I had gone and told him about my ex, giving him lots of ammo against me should he decide to use it. He was nothing if not clever. Maybe it was all some kind of elaborate trap. That was what my ex would do.

I could hear the music before we arrived. The unmistakable organ-driven joviality of a fairground. Katie bounced and clapped in the car-seat that had just so happened to be in Chase’s car when he brought it back that morning. I would have been more suspicious had the sales tags not been still stuck to the side when I buckled Katie in.

“A fair?” I asked. “I thought Katie might like it,” Chase explained. “I think you were right,” I said, looking back at her having a mini freakout. Having Katie walk between us, having left the backpack at the apartment, we made it up to the entrance gate. Chase paid for all of us in cash. “Right,” he said, when we were out of earshot of the employees, “when did we meet?”

“Well, Katie is twenty months so at least nine months before that,” I said. “Let’s just say six months ago,” Chase said. “Will that work with Katie?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter if they think Katie is mine biologically,” he said. Katie fell down, so I picked her up and carried her, her enthusiasm in no way diminished, cooing and pointing at anything that caught her attention.

“Okay, when did we get engaged?” I asked.

“Three months ago,” Chase said confidently. “Finally decided to make it official, huh?” I teased. “Trust me, anyone who knows me will believe it,” Chase assured me. “Where did we meet?” I asked as we got in line for one of the kiddie rides. “That’s tougher.” “Where would we both be?” I asked, trying to help. “We could just tell the truth — to a degree. You were having trouble with your landlord, and I helped out. I am a lawyer after all, and it wouldn’t be the first bit of pro bono work I’ve done.” “That could work,” I said, thinking it over and nodding my head. The attendant lifted the bar and we all bundled into one of the spinning teacups. I really didn’t think Chase was enjoying himself much, but Katie was over the moon. I reached out and touched his strong hand as the ride started to turn. He looked at me first with surprise then with something that resembled affection. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn I felt a spark.

“Donuts?” Chase asked as we got off the ride. “Please,” I said, loving the little donuts they only seemed to have at fairgrounds. After the donuts, we went on a few more rides. It was becoming pretty clear that Katie was getting tired, a trend that cultivated in a full-on meltdown complete with screaming and kicking. I did my best to calm her down, but she wasn’t having it. “Katie,” Chase said firmly, getting down to her level. Katie stopped immediately, turning to look at him. After a moment’s pause, my daughter launched herself at Chase, wrapping her little arms around his neck. He looked at me stunned. Eventually figuring out what she wanted, he picked Katie up and started carrying her back to the car.