The Fake Girlfriend Rules

His hands move over my shoulders, down my arms, and softly caressing my sides. His lips place kisses across my neck, moving from one side to the other. They're warm, wet, and the tip of his tongue tickles my skin.

There are no words flowing through my head right now. I'm a blank canvas, allowing this man to paint me, create me, and carve me however he sees fit. I'm malleable in his hands. I bend when his thumbs push against the small of my back. I roll when his fingers slip over my belly. My head dips and sways as his hand comes up and grasps my face under my chin.

Doug moves my head one way and kisses my throat. He moves my head the other way, licking my neck and then suckling on my earlobe. The tips of his fingers dig into my chin, moving my head.

He releases my face, gliding his fingers through my hair. They curl in deep, tangling in my hair, and snapping my head back. I gasp, my mouth falling open as I fully surrender myself to this man.

His lips find mine, kissing me with force. His tongue spears inside my mouth, licking and twirling. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull his face closer. I want to taste as much of him as I can.

I want to drink him in and enjoy this loss of control. With unbridled passion, I kiss him back. I give in to everything I feel and want, and just live in this moment. A moment where time has no end. A moment where the earth is no longer beneath my feet, and I'm floating through the cosmos.

Doug rips his lips away, resting his cheek against mine. His breathing is heavy and hot. I can feel his breath on my skin as he curls his arm around my waist and bends me over the arm of the couch.

He presses his hand into the center of my back between my shoulder blades, and kicks my legs open wide. With one hand, he yanks my panties down my legs. I step out of them, and he tosses them aside. I moan loudly as he rubs two fingers down my ass and over my pussy until he hits my clit.

The pads of his fingers push down hard, and he draws circles over the swollen bud. His fingers slip easily between the wet and silky skin. My arousal smears all over my lips, and my pussy pulses to be filled.

“Fuck, you're so wet, Lyl.” Doug's fingers massage up and down, spreading my lips open as he slips a single finger inside my entrance.

My knees almost buckle, but Doug's arm under my stomach is there to catch me. He lifts me slightly, fingering me. Pushing his finger in and out, my juice begins to soak my inner thighs.

One finger quickly turns to two as he thrusts inside as deep as he can go. I suck in a gulp of air and hold onto it. My legs are trembling, and my entire body is shaking. Doug drags the sharp edges of his teeth across my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.

I can't take this. I want more. More than just fingers inside me.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out. “Just fuck me.” The words tumble thoughtlessly out of my mouth. I'm running on need, on hunger, on a desire that's taken full control of me.

Doug pulls his fingers free and rubs his cock between my ass cheeks. “Tell me again to fuck you, Lyl. I like the way it sounds.”

“Fuck me, Doug. Fuck me before I lose my mind.” I arch my back and lean further over the couch. My ass pops up higher, and Doug groans as the tip of his dick touches my pussy.

I love the sound he's making. The throaty grunt sounds like he's ready to devour me whole. His fingers tighten around my hips as he pushes his tip inside. Slow and steady, he takes his time.

My pussy clenches around him as he shifts his hips forward and his length fills me completely. Doug stills, his cock pulsing inside me as my walls are stretched to their limit. I bite my bottom lip as he pulls back out to the thick ridge of his crown, then thrusts back in with vigor.

The thin hair on my arms stands up, and goosebumps rush in waves across my skin as his cock goes so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. I dig the sharp spikes of my heels into the carpet to keep me steady.

He growls softly as his hand moves down my thigh, then back up and over the mounds of my ass. Thrust after thrust he fucks me. He fucks me until my legs are numb and the skin on my elbows turn raw from rubbing against the couch.