Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance Page 3

  We stare into each other’s eyes.

  “How about you unwrap me?”

  He doesn’t take his eyes off me.

  “Unwrap you?” I ask without breaking eye contact.

  “The bow on my huge fucking cock. Take it off.”

  He smiles that shit-eating grin at me again. He glances down at his cock and back at me.

  I look down and see the pink bow tied around the middle of his cock. I pull the end of the bow and untie it. The ribbon falls to the floor.

  I look back up at him. He moves even closer to me until the space between us doesn’t exist. His cock rubs against the outside of my nightie.

  He grabs the back of my head, pulling me so our lips touch. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and kisses me like no other man has before.

  5

  William

  So there are kisses, and then there are kisses. This was the latter.

  This woman tasted better than any woman I have ever had.

  Period.

  End of fucking story.

  Apparently, she didn’t feel the same as I feel her hand slap across my face with more force than I thought she had.

  It stings, but I’m impressed.

  “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but we’re not doing this.”

  “We aren’t? But didn’t you order me?”

  I wiggle my hips and swing my cock around like a helicopter.

  She pushes me and heads out of the room.

  I laugh, and she looks like she wants to throw a TV at me.

  “Come on, you ordered me. Obviously, you wanted me, so here I am. Enjoy me.”

  I’m pretty sure that she’ s about to call the cops when she pulls out her phone. Something I’m sure that Sarah would fucking die laughing over.

  Only, she isn’t calling the police.

  She’s calling up MaleOrder.com—on speakerphone.

  “You’re not trying to return me already, are you? But you haven’t gotten to have a taste first,” I laugh.

  “Well I don’t want a taste of any of...” she says as she gestures at my body.

  But I see how her eyes linger for a moment on my cock.

  “Hello, MaleOrder.com customer service. This is Tanya. How may I assist you?”

  The customer service woman sounds bored. She sounds more monotone that I can’t tell if she is a real person or a robot.

  Maybe even one of the three that had picked up earlier.

  “Hi. I mistakenly ordered from your website and I’d like to return my purchase,” she explains to the operator. Her eyes never leave my body.

  “I’ll see what I can do. Hold, please.”

  I wink, and she turns her back on me. She’s fighting it, but it’s obvious she wants it as much as I do.

  “You know, you’re not much of a host. First, you purchase me from some website—and then when I’m dropped off on your door step, you don’t even offer me anything to drink.”

  “That’s because you aren’t staying here—at all. I’m returning you, and that will be the end of it. So, don’t even think about getting comfortable.”

  She’s feisty, and I like it. I can only imagine what kind of firecracker she is in the bedroom.

  “Hello, ma’am?” It’s a new voice on the speakerphone, but still just as bored-sounding as the other one.

  “Yes, I’m here.”

  “I’m sorry ma’am, but our policy dictates that you must keep your purchase for fourteen days before you can return them for a refund.”

  “Oh, you better be fucking kidding me right now!”

  “Some relationships take more time than others to develop. We’re sure that you will love your purchase and ultimately be happy with the decision you’ve made.”

  I’m pretty sure that the robot Doctor Phil speech is about to make my purchaser throw her phone across the room.

  Will: One. Woman who purchased me: Zero.

  “Thank you again for using MaleOrder.com. We hope you enjoy your evening.”

  She lets out one long sigh of frustration, and I decide to go take a seat in her living room.

  “Whoa! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

  “To have a seat. You heard the woman. You can’t return me, so you gotta keep me.”

  “No way. You’re leaving. Right now. I’m not fucking staying around here.”

  I find a leather chair and have a seat. The black fabric feels cool and nice against my body.

  “Well, if you’re not fucking staying here, would you care to go to the bedroom instead?” I look up at her with a smug smile of victory.

  Because, let’s be real here, I won.

  I may not have wanted this at first, but I’m here and I’m going to enjoy myself. And I plan on enjoying her as well.

  “Look, I work in a couple of hours. I don’t have the time to deal with this bullshit. Now get up and get the fuck out. Now!”

  Her tone is absolute in its resolve. Her body? Not so much.

  As I stand up, I see her golden eyes look down at my cock and linger again.

  She wants me. She wants my cock.

  And I want her.

  There was something in that kiss that I had never experienced before. There was a real, genuine spark.

  It’s not something that I can easily explain.

  Nor is it something I want to find an explanation for.

  It felt amazing.

  She felt amazing.

  And when I see her eyes look up into mine, I can tell that it was the same for her.

  “You don’t want me to leave. You say the words, but you don’t mean them.”

  “The fuck? I don’t!”

  Her resolve fumbles for the first time in the night.

  “Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you didn’t feel something in that kiss. Tell me you don’t want to experience more.”

  The gap between us closes.

  I move slowly towards her. There’s this wave of palpable heat and want between us that I feel as I draw closer to her.

  The way she looks at me tells me she feels it too.

  Good.

  I can feel my cock twitching against my thigh as it starts to grow rigid and firm.

  She looks down, and her lips part at the sight of me.

  “I have no interest in this—or you. I must be at work in a couple hours. I just want to go back to sleep and get whatever rest I can. So just call yourself a cab or an Uber and fucking leave.”

  My hands reach out and take her hands in them.

  The tip of my thick cock is glistening with precum and slides up against her stomach. A small trail of wetness leaving a streak on the silk fabric.

  She trembles in my hands. Not out of fear, but of obvious desire.

  “How about we just enjoy each other for this one night, and then you’ll never see me again?”

  Our eyes meet as she looks up at me and she swallows hard.

  “Never again?”

  “Never,” I assure her as I nod in agreement.

  Our words are barely whispers at this point as our lips draw each other in like magnets.

  And when our lips meet again, it’s like tasting Christmas.

  Her arms fly around my neck.

  My hands grab her firmly by the ass and lift her up into my arms.

  I feel our tongues sliding and massaging against one another.

  But it isn’t enough.

  I want—no—I need more.

  6

  Katrina

  Jesus fucking Christ! What am I doing?

  The guy is a self-absorbed douchebag. The fucking asshole of all assholes.

  Is he hot? Sure.

  Does he have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen? By god in heaven, does he ever.

  And can he kiss? Fucking better than anyone I’ve ever kissed before.

  I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him. But I can’t help myself.

  It just feels too fucking good to stop.

  Just feeling his
hard body against mine, and the jackhammer he has for a cock, has me wet and aching for more than I want to admit.

  “Put me down,” I demand.

  He looks at me a bit confused. I’m sure he’s about to protest or come up with another line, so I tell him again.

  To his credit, he listens and puts me down. And to his credit, my knees feel weak already.

  “Get on your knees,” I order, daring him with my eyes to even try to question me.

  “Excuse me?” he replies, grinning like a cocky, arrogant prick.

  I hate how it makes me want him more.

  “I purchased you. Not the other way around. So you’ll do as you’re fucking told and get on your knees.”

  Fuck it. If I’m stuck with him, I may as well take him for a test drive. God knows I could use some sort of stress relief.

  I lean back against the arm of my couch for support and lift my lingerie up over my stomach.

  I’m beyond wet. Like dripping down the side of my thigh kind of wet.

  He finally does as he’s told and moves one of my legs over his shoulder.

  God, even on his knees, he’s towering over me.

  I grab his silky black hair, and I move his face down my body—reminding him that it’s me who is in charge.

  His tongue moves up along my thigh to lick up my juices.

  A quiet moan escapes from his lips, telling me he’s enjoying himself.

  My grip tightens as I move his face closer to where I crave, but his tongue and lips still defy me. They kiss and lick against my thigh in a desperate attempt to gain control.

  It’s maddening.

  As much as I want to feel him on my clit, I’m thoroughly enjoying the teasing and anticipation of it all. So I’m still winning in the end.

  He may be an asshole, but it’s obvious he knows exactly what he’s doing.

  I’m not prepared for that jolt of electric pleasure that shoots up my spine when his hot tongue finally finds my clit. It’s a quick, but firm, flick that sneaks up under my love button.

  My back arches instinctively, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.

  I expect another to follow, but I feel his lips kissing the mound of flesh over it instead.

  “Your sweet nectar is of the gods.”

  The way he says it has me in goose bumps. It’s like every syllable drips with lust like venom from snake.

  “Then stop teasing and be a good boy.”

  His tongue slips in between the folds of my wet lips and up to my clit. I let out a moan of approval.

  As he kisses my clit, I feel the back of his tongue slide down in between my pussy lips once more. It’s slow and methodical. Like a surgeon operating on a patient.

  I feel his lips surround my clit and a sudden, firm suck follows. I inhale sharply as a wave of ecstasy crashes into my core.

  His lips and tongue alternate between kisses, licks, and sucks that have my head swirling. It’s almost mind-numbing to the point I can’t even remember my own fucking name.

  Now this is the best kind of stress relief that anyone can ever ask for.

  I’m certain that just his tongue alone is going to push me over the top. And it nearly does. But when I feel him slide his finger inside me I feel like I’ve been pushed into deeper depths.

  “Ooohhh.”

  I can’t help myself. McSexy has my thighs trembling.

  “Don’t you dare fucking stop. Make me fucking cum!” I yell.

  I grab another handful of his dark hair and find myself clinging to him for dear life. It feels like a tsunami washes over me and sends me crashing back to shore. Little waves washing over me as I slowly begin to come down from the intense rush.

  He stands up before me with a shit-eating grin and begins to lick my juices from his fingers.

  I want to hate him, but it’s so fucking hot.

  We share a look that tells each other that we want more.

  “Couch. Now.”

  I pull my lingerie up over my head and toss it aside without much thought.

  When I look at him, I see he hasn’t even budged.

  “I won’t say it again. Couch.”

  There is a sloppy, slurping noise that comes from his lips as he licks the last of me from him and moves over to the couch.

  I contemplate getting on my knees and tasting that mammoth cock of his, but I just really want to sit on it and ride him until he submits.

  What is a woman to do?

  My knees hit the cool hardwood floor and I push his legs apart. The sight of his cock before me has me second-guessing my course of action.

  His cock throbs in my hand, and I can’t even wrap my fingers around the entire thing. It’s intimidating to say the least, but that glistening purple head just looks too damn good to not have a taste of.

  And I was never one to back down from a challenge.

  Ever.

  My lips wrap around the head of his cock, his taste lingering on my tongue as suck on him firmly.

  I moan against the pulsating cock in my mouth, and I feel his thighs twitch. He growls as he grabs my hair.

  My lips open wider to take more of him into my mouth while his grip tightens. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s firm enough to tell me he’s in control now.

  Fuck, it’s hot.

  I can already feel my cunt aching to feel him inside.

  Hell, my entire body is aching to feel him inside of me. To feel him fill me to the core.

  I’ve never experienced a cock so big on a man so fucking sexy. He is so goddamn perfect that I’m not entirely sure that he wasn’t sculpted from marble.

  His cock is fucking hard enough for it.

  I have to use both my hands to stroke along his impressive length and it still feels like I fit another hand or two before I’ve surrounded the entirety of it.

  “Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

  Now normally I prefer it when a guy just shuts the fuck up and enjoy that I’ve bothered to grace his cock with my lips.

  But McSexy here?

  When he says it, my fucking cunt throbs and my mouth craves more of him against the back of my damn throat.

  Believe me...I fucking try. It’s just so fucking thick I can only get it so far.

  That is until I feel his hips thrust up and his fist push down.

  There is a moment where I think this might be how I die: choked to death on a massive cock. Thankfully it isn’t.

  I lift myself from his member, gasping for breath as tears form in my eyes. I look up at him and see that fucking grin on his face.

  Part of me wants to smash him.

  The other part of me really enjoyed it.

  Again, my lips wrap around the head of his cock and we both moan in tandem. The hard sucking of his head seems to really get him going as his thighs and cock twitch and throb. Even the grip on my hair gets tighter the more firmly I suck.

  “Fuck yes,” he growls through a sexy moan.

  The slurping of my lips and tongue on his cock get so loud I almost think the people two floors down could probably hear. And if they didn’t hear that, they most certainly heard the growls and moans that came from recent acquisition.

  And I’m far from done with him yet.

  I let my hands go to work on stroking his shaft and move my swollen lips to his balls, which are most definitely freshly shaven.

  Nothing better than a man with a knack for hygiene and cleanliness.

  I take one into my mouth first and give it a firm tug while I suck on it. He moans and stutters over words until it pops out of my mouth with a loud PLOP.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.”

  “Don’t you dare throw in the towel yet. I’m not finished.”

  Except that, apparently, I am finished.

  His hands grab me and lift me up into him with so much apparent ease that I must have been like a coffee mug to him.

  It’s not often that I meet a man who can handle me like a rag doll in the bedroom. There’s an excitement t
hat comes with knowing that about your partner. An excitement that has me giggle like a fucking teenager when he sets me on his lap.

  “I need you right now. No more teasing. You’re mine.“

  The look he gives me is intense. There is some fiery passion in his eyes that I haven’t seen in a man in a very long time.

  It feels amazing to be looked at with such desire, to know that someone craves you so badly.

  Our lips are crashing against each other and we can taste ourselves on the other. It’s fucking hot.

  He lifts me up and I am frantically grabbing his cock to guide him.

  My nervous thoughts of ‘is it going to fit?’ subside as he slides into me, my cunt well lubricated from his incredible tonguing skills.

  I gasp loudly as his entire cock glides into me with ease, enjoying every fucking inch as it packs into my cunt.

  My head lulls back, and I’m looking at my ceiling through stars in my eyes. His cock is hitting everything all at once, and it feels unlike anything I’ve felt before.

  I felt like I had just seen God in that moment. And I’m pretty sure he was giving me the wink and the gun.

  McSexy’s rough hands grab my tits with a firm grip as I’m bouncing off his cock and I feel his hot mouth around my hard nipples. He sucks on them the same way he sucked on my clit earlier, and I’m sure I’m already about to explode.

  Now there’s having a mind-numbing orgasm when you get your pussy eaten right, and then there’s the incomparable experience that comes with being stuffed with a cock like this.

  Everything in my body clenches. My mind becomes a hazy mess of jumbled words and numbers that have no meaning. I cum so hard that I feel like I’m drowning at sea with no flotation device.

  I don’t even get a chance to get my bearings when I feel his lips on mine once more. Nor do I even fucking care.

  I’m so far off into another world that I don’t even notice the signs coming from his body.

  The tightening of his muscles.

  The quick, shallow breaths.

  It isn’t until I feel this incredible surge of warmth inside me that I realize he’s coming.

  And I can feel every fucking spurt like a geyser inside of me. Filling me with more than I can imagine at that moment.