The Fake Girlfriend Rules

My back arches off the seat as he runs his fingers down the center of my chest and cups my pussy. I spread my legs as he pulls the dress up my thighs. The pads of his fingers grip my thigh as he growls in my ear.

“I love you, Mrs. Meyers.”

“I love you too, Mr. Meyers.”

His lips capture mine, teeth softly tugging my bottom lip until it finally pops free. He runs the very tip of his tongue across my mouth, tempting my tongue out. We lick each and taste each other, our tongues tangling and dancing, swirling and circling.

I can still taste the toothpaste from when he brushed his teeth this morning, and the mouth wash in the back of his throat as I drive my tongue deeper. With his strong hands, he cups my jaw and tips my head back. His kiss now greedy.

There's no denying the intense need we both feel right now. I can feel it in his lips, in his hands, in the way his tongue flips and glides over the ridges of my mouth. He moves his hand up my thigh, stopping right before he touches my pussy.

Fuck, I love this man. My soul mate, my husband, my everything.

I spread my legs wider. He runs the edges of his fingers up the center of my heat, pressing my panties between my folds. I'm dripping, my arousal so thick it seeps through the lace and slicks his fingers.

“Fuck, that's always so pretty,” Doug says, fluttering kisses down the side of my face and across my jaw until he finally reaches my lips. He hovers there, barely touching me, but close enough I can feel his breath against my face. “I'm such a lucky man.”

“If you really think that, then show me. Why make me wait?” I smile, biting down on my lip and pulling it into my mouth.

Doug grunts, driving his lips onto mine with one long, hard kiss. He flicks my panties to the side, and thrusts his finger deep into my pussy. I groan softly, my legs spreading open as wide as they can go.

He breaks away from our kiss and drops to his knees in front of me. Disappearing under the layers of dress, I groan with pleasure as his tongue circles my clit. His finger moves in and out rapidly, and his lips suck my tender bud.

“Mm. . .” My voice draws out as I rock my hips, fucking his face.

He feels so damn good. Almost too good. My thighs attempt to clamp around his head, and I try to pull back because I feel like I could come. But he doesn't let me. Doug yanks his finger free from my pussy and grabs my legs with both hands, refusing to let them go.

He spreads me open wider, and uses his tongue to fuck me, to lick me, to make my legs tremble and my belly ignite in an explosion of pleasure. My chest snaps out as I inhale a sharp breath of air. Tingles fly all over my body, running up and down, across and through.

The orgasm rages, forcing wave after wave of intense heat through my muscles and deep into my veins, making my blood hot as fire. I dig my nails into the seat, and scream.

“Mm, Doug!”

He backs out from under my dress with a look of pure hunger on his face. He wipes around his lips and sucks my juice off his fingers. “Want me to fuck you?” he asks.

“No,” I say, shaking my head.

“No?” Doug arches a brow, unsure why I would answer him in such a way.

“No. I want you to make love to me.”

He smirks as he pulls his belt free. “That's a good answer, the best answer. We have our entire lives to fuck, but this means more. This is love.”

Doug bunches up my dress in his hands and pushes it out of the way. I feel the tip of his cock first. He rubs his engorged head up and down over my lips, smearing my juice all over. He's taking his time, but I can see the animal in his eyes. There's a glaze frosting his pupils, and a fire burning in the distance.

His fingers grip my thighs hard. It's as if he's trying to tame his own body, refusing to let his need win. Gently, Doug pushes his tip in my entrance.

I feel the rim of his crown spreading me wide. He keeps moving, pushing his entire length inside. My walls are stretched to their limit.

Doug slowly pulls back out, then thrusts back inside. My eyes snap shut and my body bends to greet him. My hips jerk up, and my back arches hard, forcing every last inch of his cock in as far as it can go.

I'm on cloud nine. There's no place in the world I would rather be than right here with him. As long as I have Doug, I have everything I'll ever need. Love. Protection. Devotion. He's got it all. And he's mine.