Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

I realize that I’m not moving. I’m frozen except for my lips kissing hers. I’ve been too afraid that I will physically or emotionally hurt her if I move.

“That’s what I was thinking about you,” I say, as I start to rock in out of her body. Treasuring every bit of her body as I do.

Her moans.

Her grin.

Her gaze.

Her body is holding onto me like she will never let me go.

I feel her building the faster I move, so I move faster and faster. I cradle her body tenderly in my arms while fucking her like no woman I have before.

I don’t have to say a word. She doesn’t either. We look at each other, and we come, together.

Both of our orgasms shoot through us like a fire that can’t be contained.

I collapse next to her on the bed. I’m spent. I only fucked her once. Usually, I fuck a woman at least twice, but fucking Larkyn is like fucking a million women at once. Better actually, because Larkyn is the only woman I’ve fucked who is only interested in my dick and me. Nothing else. Not my money, my fancy cars, or my expensive condos. She doesn’t want a baby to make me hers. She doesn’t even want a real marriage. This isn’t a trap. It’s just her and me, fucking.

Larkyn begins to move off the bed, but I grab her hips and force her down, my body her trapping her.

“Where are you going?”

“Home, I didn’t think you would enjoy having a woman sleep with you in your bed. Even one you might be fake marrying soon.”

I frown. Usually, I would hate women that think they are going to sleep over after sex. But the fact that Larkyn didn’t assume she was staying makes me like her even more.

“You’re staying.”

“What?” Her eyes blink rapidly.

“I want you here in my bed. If I fuck you, you’re staying. You don’t get to slink out in the night.”

She narrows her eyes studying me.

“Even if I was living with you?”

“If I fuck you, you’re mine for the

night. You don’t get to sleep alone.” I want to add ever to the end of my sentence but don’t. I want her in my bed for the entire year. So I can have my way with her whenever I want, but I think it might be too much to ask of her.

I roll off her and pull her to me as I pull the covers over our naked bodies. Her body fits snuggly in the crook of mine. Her head rests against my arm, and she’s so small I doubt my arm will ever tire of having her lay on it all night.

“Yes,” she says.

“What?” I ask, rolling her over to look at me.

“I’ll fake marry you,” she says grinning.

Yes, such a beautiful word.

“Good. Now get some sleep, so you have enough strength for me to fuck you in the morning.”

She giggles as I wrap my arms around her again. “I have another condition though.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to get me a smaller ring.”