I laid it all out for her. Well. Not all of it. Just the end part, where I needed her to be my girlfriend.
“Oh, Mad… I don’t know. I mean, I can pretend to be your girlfriend at the shop or a party or something, but on film? That’s so dicey. Everyone will see it. My parents, Steven, your parents, your siblings. Is that a good idea?”
Considering I have every intention of convincing her to make a fake relationship real, I didn’t think it was a big deal at all. But I had to be cool. “It’s reality TV. Which is never reality. Everyone knows that.”
“That is true.”
She reached out and stroked my face in a gesture that was so sensual I felt my cock stirring to life again. “Maybe you’ll have to persuade me in other ways.”
“I can do that.” I shifted my hand and teased inside of her. “How’s this?”
“It’s a start.” She half-closed her eyes and gave a sigh. “I don’t want you to ever stop touching me.”
I didn’t want that either. Ever.
I stroked her clit with a slow, lazy rhythm.
“Be my fake girlfriend.”
Savannah arched her hips to meet my finger. “I don’t know…”
I kissed her deeply, as I added a second finger, searching out the perfect angle. She’d been wet to begin with from our sex, but now she was getting excited again, her body slick with want. “Be my fake girlfriend, Savannah. Please. Pretty fucking please.”
“Mad…” She gripped my waist and gave a soft moan. “Oh, Mad, that feels so…”
I found her spot, the one that always made her suck in a harsh breath before she came. “Be my fake girlfriend,” I demanded.
She fell over the edge. “Yes, oh, God, yes.” She came with a shudder and closed eyes.
There was nothing hotter than watching Savannah find satisfaction.
“You said yes. I’m holding you to that.”
Savannah opened her eyes. “That was a dirty trick.” She wetted her bottom lip with her tongue and stared at me through slumberous eyes. “You’re a very bad man.”
“Only in appearance.” I gave her a smile. “I have a heart of fucking gold.”
I was joking, but she actually sighed. “Actually. You do.” She trailed her fingers over my hip. “Yes, I will do it. I’ll come to the shop.”
I kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”
“It’s the least I can do. You’re doing a lot for me.” She shifted her hand and stroked over my cock. “This alone is worth whatever you want.”
My ego swelled about as huge as my cock. “I think I’m blushing.”
She laughed. “No, you’re not. Now get a new condom. Please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She smacked my arm. “Ew, don’t call me ma’am. That makes me feel old.”
“Yes, sexy ass. How’s that?” I reached behind me for the condom box, grateful for long arms. I tore a packet open.
“We’ll work on it.” Savannah helped me roll the condom on and then she shifted and got on top.
Now I was the one moaning. “Fuck, Savannah.”
She moved her hips, her hands on my chest. Her hair slid over her chest, cheeks flushed with arousal. There was nothing sexier than seeing her ride my cock, taking her pleasure for herself.