The Billoniare's Fake Husband

Tyler's POV

Quin and I didn't really play any drinking games. It was probably just his way of making me drink with him.

I couldn't remember how we got to his room. Fuck. I drank too much. My eyes felt heavy, I could barely stand. I saw a figure moving towards me through my blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes to see the figure clearly. It was Quin, taking off his shirt and pants. What the hell have I gotten myself into. If this was another prank I might end up killing him for real. He stood in front of me, leaned in and whispered.

"Why do you still have these on?"

he tugged at my shirt, then tapped my mask. Before I could think of a response which wasn't coming. Quin tore off the buttons of my shirt with one swift move sending them flying. Was he drunk too? Or was this another dream of mine.

He must be, but I was scared to take off the mask so he doesn't recognise me.

My brain wasn't braining at all, if even a word like that existed, a world where Quin actually wanted me . But we hated each other. I laughed at the thought. I must have laughed out loud because he yanked open my clothes with force.

"Is this funny to you , Goldy?"

What sort of stupid nickname was that?

Was it my hair colour?

Fuck ! It wasn't even golden, it's more like red or brown somewhere in-between.

I almost lost my footing. His hands snake around my waist and held me in place for about three seconds but we ended up falling onto the bed,a bed I didn't even realise was there— Quin's body collapsed onto mine.

"Oh!" I gasped

"Get off me,Christ you're heavy."

I tried to push him off me, my hands and legs weren't cooperative.

"You and I but know you don't want me to, and besides you're my husband now."

He lifted his muscular body from my lean frame. And showed me his fingers. He is probably fucking with me. And everything happening felt like a dream so it most likely was a dream.

If this was a dream, I should make the most of it. Since dream Quin wants to be my husband then so be it. Besides, he's not bad looking. My body felt hot. And I could feel the heat spreading all over. Quin moved slightly above me, his naked body grinding over my now aching dick through my pants, sending weaves of electricity through me.

Yeah fuck it. If dream Quin wants to fuck me then let him, besides I haven't gotten laid in a very long time. My dream should count. Right?

I pulled him down and kissed him. The connection of our mouths sent waves of electric shock through my body. His bare chest to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as if searching for something. He tasted alcohol and something sweet. I passed my fingers through his soft hair , stopped and pulled him closer. The kiss became desperate and hungry.

"Mmm.." I moaned into his mouth.

He moved his body up, lined his dick to mine and began to rock his body on mine.

"Mmmm..."

I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. The only thing separating our hard lengths was the piece of clothing I still had on—pants.

I tried to move him but he wouldn't budge. I peeled off my lips from his to get his attention.

"What?" He sounded pissed and out of breath.

" I need to take these off." I tapped my hips, referring to my pants.

He lifted his naked body totally this time and I got to really look at him. His dick stood erect like it could drill a hole and it was big , probably seven inches or more, his body was soo... Fuck no. I wasn't going down that lane. Tyler, enjoy your dream and get on with your life when you wake up. I scolded myself.

I quickly unbuckle my belt , zipped down and pushed down my pants and boxer briefs. I moved to the middle of the bed , Quin followed.

"I told you you wanted this." He murmured.

He leaned in and tried to kiss me but I avoided it. I don't kiss hookups. Let's just fuck and move on. I think he understood the no kissing rules when I avoided his kiss two more times. Good thing my mask was still in place.

He moved away, spread my legs open and balanced himself between them. I lay sprawled on the bed. My dick really needed attention, Quin was too slow for my liking.

The way his eyes roamed over my body didn't seem like he was disgusted. Dream Quin really must be blind. A sudden surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through me. I kept reminding myself that it was just a dream. I'll wake up in the morning, in my bed. And none of it will be real.

He picked one of the pillows from the bed , lifted my ass and placed it under. The pillow wasn't too high but it was a bit uncomfortable.

"Open up goldy." He ordered.

I'll excuse the name calling since it was a dream. So I did as he said, and opened my legs wider.

He spat on his hand and rubbed it over my hole. I jerked away from him at first, force of habit. But then I remembered I was willing to do this on my own. So I allowed myself to relax and enjoy what was to come.

His finger went back to massaging my hole.

"Ouu, fuck" I moaned.

He pressed one finger in gently. He pulled out the finger and began to move slowly in and out in a continuous motion.

He pulled out and spat on his fingers again and pressed into me, this time less gentle.

“Oh!” I gasped

Can fingers feel this good? Mine never did.

His pace increased, as he fucked me adding another , malking it two fingers that felt like four.

"Oh gods. Mm..."

"Moaning like a little slut already, wait till you feel the real deal." He growled

Dirty talk excused, cause obviously it was a dream.

He pulled out completely. This time around he spat on my hole and on his huge dick. I was already licking precum and so was he. My dick needed attention too, I almost whined. He stroked his dick a few times, mixing the spit with precum, then lined it to my hole and pressed In.

" Fuck. Fuck.Fuck fu...uck"

The pain was more than I expected. He pushed in and was completely inside me.

"Fu…ck."

Him filling me up completely , made me forget the pain for a second.

He began to move and the pain got mixed with the best feeling ever. Heat curled low in my stomach. He pulled out only to thrust back in with full force.

"Ahhhh..." My voice echoed in the room.

My scream did nothing to stop him. He pulled out only to plunge back in like a hammer drilling a nail into the wall, only it was different, the hole was me, and he had the nail drilling into me.

Quin held my waist with both hands as he fucked into me mercilessly. Thrusting and slamming like he had a record to break

"Ah. Ah. Yes. Right there . Ahhh..."