Fake Summer Wife

“Claudia, if you’re always open with me about how you’re really feeling, I can give you as much space, or as much support as you need on any given day. It doesn’t have to be even. Growth is always messy, right?”

“How on earth did I get so lucky?” I laughed, curling into his shoulder again.

Then I straightened up to hold his face in my hands. “I love you, Vaughan. Yes, we’re a team. Forever.” I kissed him gently before adding, “And yeah, a real wedding should probably wait for at least a little bit.”

“We can wait for however long you want. Everything is your speed from now on, baby. I just want you to be open with me. Always.”

“Always,” I answered, smiling.

Vaughan laid back across the weird plastic mattress, nudging the cooler out of the way as he stretched out and pulled me on top of him.

I don’t know why getting everything out in the open felt so cleansing, but it was as if my entire body and soul were refreshed.

Then aroused. Every single one of Vaughan’s inhalations moved me against his body, reminding me of what was just under my skirt and his jeans. Suddenly every inch of my skin felt like it was melting from the heat between us.

Vaughan was so huge, so firm and broad, that I felt tiny on top of him. I also strangely felt like I was in control, which was weirdly erotic. Rubbing myself against him, I watched his eyes grow wide.

“What do you think you’re up to?” he asked.

I glanced around at the steel frames and bare drywall. “There aren’t any security cameras in here yet, right?”

He nuzzled my throat, dragging his teeth along my skin to make me squeal. “No, you naughty girl. Are you trying to tell me that you need something?”

“Yes.”

His huge rough hands slipped up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, and tore my panties off.

“I’ll buy you more,” he growled as he kissed a path to my ear. His tongue dragged along the shell, the sound of his ragged breath making me feel needy and frantic.

I could feel the clenching of tiny muscles I didn’t even know I had until the night we had spent together playing man and wife. But it wasn’t a game anymore. It was just a matter of time, as we did things out of order.

Vaughan unbuttoned the front of my dress and pushed down my bra so that he could take my already hard nipple into his mouth. I loved that he wasn’t being aggressive, just…urgent.

Before I even realized what he was doing, his jeans were unzipped and hitched down.

“Tell me you want me,” he rumbled against my skin.

“I want you. You know I do.” Our voices sounded strange in this echoey place with nothing but a concrete floor.

I reached down to take his erection in my hand, stroking him gently as Vaughan’s eyes almost rolled back into his head. “Baby, you have no idea…”

I loved how strained his voice sounded with his back teeth clamping together as he gripped my hips, moving my body against him.

I could barely breathe, fondling his rigid length as I got into position over him. Lifting up, I dragged the thick head through my folds, shocked at how wet I was. I had barely slipped him inside me when I felt those thick fingers dig into my hips, holding me motionless.

“We are never going to doubt each other again, are we?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“You believe in us? You understand that we’re forever?”

I nodded eagerly. Then he released me so that I could concentrate on slowly sinking down, spreading my legs wider as his hard, thick cock filled me completely.

When I couldn’t lower myself any further, Vaughan took hold of me, pulling my lips to his as he began to rock up into me with deep, powerful thrusts.

“So gorgeous,” he rasped. “My sweet, sexy girl.”

He sounded so hungry, as if he were barely in control. Knowing that I thrilled him this much was almost impossible to beli