The Accidental Girlfriend

“I know. And hey, this time it’s all worked out. Even if me and Lauren don’t work out, I won’t regret it. I forgot what it was like to have fun with someone else.”

“Good. I’m glad. It sounds like Claudia’s attempt at breaking you up backfired.”

“It was never going to be successful, Mom. I’m not interested in her anymore. Nothing she says or does is going to make me ever want her again.” I sat up straighter and shrugged. “Sorry we lied to you.”

“Sweetheart, I told you; don’t worry about it. It’s all good. As long as you were happy with what you were doing… Well, you didn’t cause any harm, did you? And on the bright side, you know Lauren can handle our crazy family. There won’t be any surprises at the next big party.”

“You know, this family could stand to have a few casual, quiet get-togethers once in a while.”

“We could, but then we wouldn’t get any incriminating videos for the future. Nobody ever did anything embarrassing while sitting around the television and eating Thai food.”

“Well…”

“We are not discussing my birthday last year.”

I laughed. “Please.”

“No, Mason. Listen to me—forget my birthday. I’m glad we got this cleared up. I’m going to have a word with your sister about her meddling in your life and running her mouth.”

“Aunt Pru knew, too.”

“Yes, well, Pru is in a world of her own. She can do what she likes.”

I grinned. “You know she’ll kick your ass.”

“That’s enough of you.” She skirted to the edge of the sofa and motioned for me to shoo. “Go and be useful somewhere.”

“You called me here,” I reminded her as I stood up.

“And now I’m getting rid of you. Off you go. Bye, son.”

I laughed as I made my way to the front door. “Bye, Mom!” I heard her laughter echo through the house as I stepped outside and made it to my truck. When I was safely in there, I pulled out my phone and texted Lauren.

MASON: Crisis averted. My mother is happy with our newfound relationship.

Her response was surprisingly fast.

LAUREN: We’ll see how your food tastes. Then we’ll talk about relationships.

***

Lauren gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her back arched beneath me.

I gripped her thigh even tighter and moved inside her, thrusting my cock into her wet pussy harder than I had before. Her moans of pleasure as she writhed beneath me were straight out of a wet dream, and if her nails weren’t slicing into my skin so firmly, I’d say that it was a fucking wet dream.

Jesus, she felt so damn good.

We moved together until my balls went so tight that I knew I was about to cum. I gritted my teeth as I held onto the sensation. I wasn’t going to go before she did—I was determined to hold it back until I couldn’t any longer.

It was fucking painful. All I wanted to do was cum, but she was so close. So close that I couldn’t let go.

Instead of focusing on how badly I wanted to come, I focused on her. On her clenched, wet pussy as I moved my cock inside her. On the way she moved beneath me and against me the longer I fucked her.

It felt like an age before her entire body clenched and she went rigid beneath me. Her cry of pleasure filled my room, and it took mere seconds for me to join her in an orgasm. My balls throbbed and my cock pulsed as I came, lowering my mouth to take hers in a firm kiss that drowned out my groan.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, and it took everything inside me not to collapse on top of her. Her short, harsh breaths were hot against my skin, and she slowly relaxed her grip on me until the sting from her nails dissipated.

She ran her hands over my back. Her fingers were so soft compared to her nails, and I relaxed under her confident touch.

“Burgers and an orgasm,” Lauren breathed, rolling her head to the side. “This fake relationship might work like a real one after all.”

“Homemade burgers,” I reminded her, sitting up straight to ease my cock out of her. Her hips bucked as I pulled out of her and released her legs. “Homemade makes a big difference.”

“It does.” She blew out a long breath and, after sitting up herself, ran her fingers through my hair. “I’m stealing your conditioner.”

“My what?” I got up and rolled off the condom.

“Your conditioner. Your hair is soft. I’m jealous.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“You don’t know what conditioner is?”

“I use the same thing for my body and my hair.”

Lauren flopped down onto her back again dramatically. “Men. You get it so easy.”

“Get an erection in a pair of jeans and then tell me we have it easy.”