The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

When Roman grabbed me by my jaw and captured my lips with his in a sensually ferocious manner, I was so astounded that I froze and just let him maul my lips.

He tasted of grapes tinged with alcohol, like the wine we had just shared.

The memory of the thong incident came crashing down on me with full force but I threw the thought aside to allow myself enjoy the moment.

I could always blame it on the alcohol.

I grabbed either sides of his face as our tongues danced together in an erotic rhythm, drawing out choked moans from me as his hands crept behind me to pull my sundress up, and squeeze my ass cheeks which elicited a lewd whimper from me.

He pulled back and I thought he’d regained his logical sense of reasoning as he stared at me, “Do you want to continue this here?” He whispered, stroking my exposed thigh.

“L-Let’s see how it goes.” I whispered before hurriedly pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Sliding a hand into his pants made me gasp with immense desire, and I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Did you get bigger?”

Roman just chuckled before reattaching his lips to mine, eroding my sensitive edges in the process.

Shakily, I grabbed him as an endless downpour of wetness trickled down my thighs. Then, I proceeded to stroke him, gently at first but as his groans and grunts got louder and needier, it fueled my senses and I stroked him harder.

“Fuck.” He mumbled against my lips as I felt him shift my underwear to the side.

I shuddered heavily as desire cascaded through me and Roman sucked on the crook of my neck, “You wore it.” He muttered, caressing my ass.

He was talking about the thong.

Yes, I wore it but it wasn’t like I had any lascivious plans in my head when I did.

“It was just sitting there and I didn’t want it to waste away.” I truthfully replied, and Roman growled against my nape.

“My god, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He whispered as he dexterously rolled the thong down my legs.

It fell into the pool with a gentle splash.

Though I wasn’t quite skilled in the knowledge of swimming, I suddenly had the urge to have pool sex right there and then.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Holding Roman’s face, I plopped into the pool and came face to chest with him, given his pole-like height.

His muscled pecs looked so inviting and before I could think too much about it, I licked it.

I had no idea if it was the horniness that was thinking for me but all I know is that I almost came from inhaling and licking the masculine musk off his chest.

“Slow down, kitten. There is no need to rush.” Roman chuckled, heightening my desire as he looped my legs around his waist, so that we were now facing each other.

Nibbling at his helix, I tried to unfasten his pants but it didn’t come off which intensified my sexual frustration, “Why won’t this come off?” I moaned as Roman pulled my dress upward, so it was now bunched around my midsection.

Roman lapped at my ear as he expertly freed himself out of his pants and boxers with his massive girth poking my belly.

I couldn’t help but be impressed even though I had seen and held it twice.

That meant more enjoyment on my part. He inserted a finger inside me and I saw stars. Roman took me to the sky of sexual delectation that night with just a digit but I wasn’t satiated.

I wanted more of him.

“W-Want to have more of you.” I whimpered as his finger moved in deft strokes inside me, inches away from my sensitive spot.

“You want more?” He smacked my ass as his finger finally brushed my G-spot, causing me to squirm pleasurably in his hold.

“Y-Yes. I want to have you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.” I babbled, unabashed.

Roman delivered another spank to my cheeks as he collected his finger from inside me, his salacious gaze on me not faltering for a second.

Then, he brought three of his fingers to his mouth and sucked on it, like ants would do to spilled syrup.

Him doing that with his stare fixated on me made me whimper and thrash in the water. I couldn’t wait anymore.

It was now or never.

“Please just fuck me already.” I cried, to which he smirked, clearly enjoying my desperation.

Without warning, he slid his well-moistened fingers inside me and I coughed out a strangled moan.

With his fingers, he teased me to the edge of a splendid orgasm and just before I reached the peak, he pulled them out of me.

It was sexual frustration at its peak.

“Stop teasing me.” I groaned, frustration sizzling within me.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll fulfill your needs now.” He whispered against my lips before pulling me into a steamy kiss.

Carefully and tenderly, he guided himself into me, stretching me out to the extreme.

I loved the pleasure tinged with slight burn I felt in my core as he pushed himself deeper.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, doll.” He growled before he started pounding into me.

Roman didn’t give me space to respond as his speed and fervor intensified with each passing second.

I honestly preferred him fucking me like this. I loved how he mercilessly hammered so deeply inside me that my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

One thrust more and I was close to the edge of my sensual ecstasy. To make this known to him, I met his thrusts midway by grinding mercilessly on him.

Soon, my vision was blinded with white and a surreal orgasm coursed through me.

“I’m close.” Roman gritted out before he came inside me, in thick, warm stripes.

He kissed the crevice of my shoulder, “You did well,”

My head swelled at the praise before a grave realization hit me.

He didn’t use a condom again.

I didn’t utter a word to Roman as I feared he’d pull out of me if I did, so I just settled on lazily kissing him as he pulled the both of us out of the pool with impressive strength.

I would just take a morning-after pill tomorrow, I reassured myself.