The Fake Girlfriend Rules

Her eyes flicker, moving back and forth so rapidly, I can't figure out what she's thinking. I know her so well, but right now, I feel like I don't know her at all.

I have no idea if she'll accept me. I have no clue if she just wants to run away and forget all of this. Could she really forget?

There's no way in hell I'll ever forget how amazing her body felt, or how tight and wet she was when I slid inside her. I'll never forget the way she looked at me, like I was the air she needed to survive and the axle she needed to keep her world spinning.

She looked at me like more than a friend.

These memories will stay with me forever. I'll take them to the grave. I went to bed for the first time last night with a smile on my face. So, in all honestly, I don't mind letting this little charade go on longer than we planned. We're playing real house right now, and not the same kind we did as kids.

Lyllian's eyes finally stop skittishly moving. They freeze on mine, and she bites her bottom lip hard. Uncertainty transcends her expression, making her golden eyes cloudy.

She can't bring herself to do it. This isn't what she wants at all.

I can see the worry and concern on her face about having to lie more. I can see the fear she feels of this going too far, and crossing that point of no return, digging ourselves so deep, we can never get back.

What we share is special. I don't want this to come between us, it's not worth it. I'm about to tell her it's okay, that we don't have to do anything she doesn't want to, but she surprises me.

She captures my face in her hands as she presses up on the tips of her toes and kisses me. She releases the breath she's holding in, exhaling against my lips as she slips her tongue inside my mouth. This is my answer. This is her telling me yes without having to say it out loud.

Like a wild beast, I grip her waist and lift her onto the counter. She kicks a stool with her foot, sending it crashing to the floor, but neither of us pay any attention to it. We're both lost in each other, giving in to the desire that's been building all these years.

I've felt it over and over again, but never acted on it. But it's undeniable, there's always been an attraction there, even if we both kept it at bay. The signs have always been there. The way the air gets thick when she's close to me. The way our eyes lock on each other in a way that doesn't happen when you're just friends. The subtle teasing and playful banter. The flirty comments and sexy little smirks. It's something I can't help but feel, and yet, I never took it any further—until now.

Her legs spread wide, making room for me to get closer. My dick is already hard, tenting my boxers. The blanket falls off her body, exposing her naked flesh. I grip her shoulders, breaking our kiss as I push her away to look at her.

She's beautiful. Her nipples are beaded, and I can smell her heat. Sweet and intoxicating, all I want to do is fuck her. Her belly trembles softly as I tickle my fingers up, circling her naval, then traveling up between her tits.

She rolls her hips, rubbing against the counter as her nipples turn into stiff peaks the second my fingers touch them. I keep moving my fingers, over her collarbone and up the front of her throat. I cup her neck, holding it tightly as I pull her forward.

Lyllian drops her head back as I move my lips down her neck and over her tits. I suck her tit into my mouth, licking across the center of her chest, and flicking my tongue over her tender bead.

Her skin bristles, causing tiny bumps to ripple around the dark pink flesh of her nipple. I flatten my tongue against her hard nipple and glide it all around her plump breast. Another wave of shivers moves through her body.

“Mm,” she moans, raking her fingers through my hair and tugging at my roots. “Fuck,” she breathes out as her hands become more aggressive, taking fistfuls with each pull.

I can't wait. I need her now.

There is nothing to tame me. I've had her once already, how can I possibly resist her now? She's a drug I want to inject right into my veins. I need the rush as it surges through every inch of my body.

I pull my cock out of my boxers and slam it deep inside her heat. She's wet and warm, her walls bearing down on my length as I fuck her. This isn't slow sex. This is dirty, greedy, delirious sex. I'm starving, and there's nothing that can satiate this feeling except for her.