Bad Attitude - A Fake Fiance Romance

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, panting. “I want you to fuck me. Make me a woman.”

Taking her at her word, I took Hayley by her hips and started moving in her, angling my cock so it worked her g-spot. She made soft noises of pleasure as I pumped inside her, and each coo she made turned me on more.

“Harder?” I grunted.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped. “It feels so good.”

I gained in both speed and intensity, working in her harder than before, working up to a steady, moderate rhythm. Hayley started to move with me, gently thrusting her hips back, meeting each of my thrusts, her noises getting both louder as well as more intense.

Her pussy got even tighter around my cock, and I knew that she was getting close again. Slowing down my thrusting speed, I reached around and played with Hayley’s clit while I softly kissed her neck. She started to cum. It was even more intense than when I licked her.

The orgasm ebbed, and Hayley went limp. I put both arms around her and helped her over to the bed, cuddling her as she lay against me. I rocked her gently and kissed her on the forehead.

“How you doing, sweetie?” I asked.

“Good,” she said weakly.

“Are you sore at all?” I asked, gently stroking her pussy.

“No, I’m all tingly actually,” she said.

“Good, that’s good,” I said, glad I didn’t hurt her.

Hayley reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock, getting it about halfway around the total girth. I shifted toward her to make it easier as she stroked my cock, working it with surprising deftness for a beginner.

“M-may I suck it?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said, “only go as far as you’re comfortable. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Hayley slipped about half my cock into her mouth. Leaving it there for a moment, she showed started to suck, moving gradually up and down my shaft, instinctively swirling her tongue around the tip when she reached the top.

I lay my hand lightly on the back of her head to gently guide her. She was so good it is not long until I unloaded into her mouth. She didn’t miss a beat swallowing it all down.

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I didn’t know what the feeling was that came over me, but it felt a lot like the descriptions I had heard of love. It was both frightening and exhilarating.

Suddenly, I remembered the ring.

“I have something for you,” I said.

Zipping up my pants, I took the small black box from my pocket. She gasped audibly at the very sight of it. I immediately wondered if I was making a mistake but still went ahead, seeing few alternatives.

Hayley opened the box and looked like she was going to cry.

“I just thought it looks more like a traditional engagement ring,” I said by way of explanation.

“It’s beautiful,” Hayley said, the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“So are you,” I said, meaning it.

Taking the ring from the stand in the box, Hayley put out her hand and let me slip the ring onto her finger. I gently kissed her tears away, and we embraced.

Chapter Twelve

Hayley

I could feel his warmth behind me. Liam was spooning me in his king-sized bed, his breath landing softly on the back of my neck. It was two days since the first time, and we have done it several times since.

I knew this relationship was supposed to all be fake, but it didn’t feel fake. If I was honest, it felt like I was getting addicted to his cock, as well as him. Every time he fucked me, I always wanted more. We hadn’t done anal yet, but I was very curious about it and was up for it if he broached the idea. I was still a bit too shy to outright ask for it. I just didn’t have it in me.

Even in this apparently fraudulent situation, I had to wonder if the feelings were real. It all felt like a dream. Did a billionaire really just spot me at random and swoop me up into a world, brief as it is meant to be, of money and fabulous sex? Or was it just a wonderful fantasy?

I pinched myself softly flinching slightly in pain. As I did so, I saw the ring. The one with the three rocks on the white gold setting. The sight of it made my heart beat faster.

I turned so I was facing Liam and returned his embrace. It was real. He was there, and we were together for the whole weekend since I asked my parents to take care of Jacob for a few days.

Liam and I were together, and I loved him.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, opening his eyes.

“Hey,” I whispered.

We kissed, and I wished that the weekend could last forever, and we could always be there in bed together.