Pretend For Me

by Laurent, River

  As though I belonged to him… only him.

  He laid me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, pulling his shirt open and tossing it aside and then violently tearing his shirt that I wore open to expose me completely. I giggled and wriggled, loving his hungry eyes on me, loving being the sole focus of his attention, loving how much he seemed to want me. To me it was wild that this man, who could have had any woman he wanted, was giving all his attention to me, me, me.

  I could tell from the intensity in his eyes that there wasn’t a single thought in in his head but me.

  He made short work of taking his pants off and kicked them away. I slid up the bed, so I could get a better look at him, and I had to marvel at the sight of his utterly beautiful naked body. He was so gorgeous it actually made my heart hurt. His body was perfectly sculpted, strong, lean and toned from the gym. Every inch of him… a thing of beauty. From his biceps, his shoulders, his abs, his strong legs, and that dip that led from his hip bones towards his... impressively massive cock.

  The man was hung!

  He was a good eight, maybe even nine inches long and thick too, the kind of erection I’d only ever seen in pornos, but I knew I was wet enough to take every last inch of him. I couldn’t wait to get that throbbing cock inside me. From the moment he had woken me up in the bathroom and I saw the bulge in his pants, I’d known where this was headed and I was ready—boy was I ready to consummate our marriage.

  Something wicked tickled inside me so I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide giving him a view of not only my swollen, wet pussy but my asshole as well. His eyes darkened and his jaw went slack with lust. While I was open and exposed like that, I knew he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky.

  I dropped my ankles and he grabbed the condom he’d abandoned earlier, but I took it from him. I knew he was desperate to get inside me, but I wanted to make him wait. I sat up tore the packet open carefully, after giving his impressive cock a little teasing kiss, which made it jerk and swell, I slowly rolled it down his length. The girth of his cock filled my whole hand, and he let out the most beautiful little growl, as though my ministrations were drawing out the animal inside of him.

  "Do something really bad to me," I breathed, before laying back and grabbing my ankles again.

  “God, Willow,” he groaned, and with a rough movement, he grabbed my hips and thrust that enormous cock into me.

  For the first time, my husband was taking me on our marital bed.

  "Ah!” I whimpered as he plunged the thick head into me.

  My muscles felt like they had turned to jelly. The sensation of being so filled was almost painful, but he saw I was stretched wide around him, my body doing everything it could to take him in that deep, so he stopped and waited for me to get used to the invasion. In seconds, the sensation of my pussy clenched so tight around his shaft translated into pure pleasure.

  I slid my hand along his back. God, he was so strong. Made me feel so safe. Looking into his eyes, I lifted my feet and hooked them over his shoulder, silently letting him know that he could go as deep as he wanted. I knew he was so big and it would hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted to ramp up the intensity.

  "That is one hot little pussy you have there," he rasped, raking his teeth on my neck.

  The low growl to his voice let me know that he’d been waiting for this as long as I had. We needed this. He needed me and I needed more. I was mad for his strong, lean body, so different from any man I’d hooked up with before him.

  He ground my clit on the trunk of his erection. “You wanted something bad?” he taunted.

  My core clenched around his dick. I could already feel an orgasm, bright and beautiful looming. “Ye—”

  The word was swallowed by his mouth. His tongue dipped in, hooked my tongue and pulled it back into his mouth. He sucked it hard. His chest dragging over my nipples. I could feel the dark hairs scrapping. Desperate animal grunts came from our joined mouths. Whether he was making them or I was— I didn’t know.

  I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, our bodies entirely wrapped up in one another, his hands grasping for me until it bruised. A few times, I felt as though I was hovering, floating a little above the ground. Otherworldly.

  Then the wet sounds of his flesh slapping on mine grew louder. My thoughts became incoherent. They blurred. A voice in my head said. He’s the one. He was always the one. The world became glorious. I felt his cock become even bigger as he rammed so hard into me I bounced around like a doll. My sex clenched around him. I was going to come. I slipped away then and began to fly to the peak of pleasure. I heard a scream. It was me. I heard a roar. He had found his release. The noise he made when he came burned itself into my brain at once. I knew I would never get tired of it. Then he called me by name.

  Everything else was pretend and fake, but this was real—the only real thing in life.

  He found my lips and kissed me deeply while winding his fingers around my own like he was trying to remind me that we were still here, on earth, still together. We remained entwined, as if we were one multi-limbed beast. I knew he wasn’t ready to pull out of me and I wasn’t ready to let go of him either. He belonged inside my body.

  "So, we’re doing this?” he asked.

  "We’re doing this," I replied firmly. "As long as it’s fun, we’re doing this."

  "Good." He grinned. "Because I’m not sure I would have been able to leave you alone after that."

  "Well, lucky for you, I don’t want to be left alone," I teased.

  “Yeah, and I want to see all the erotica you have been reading put to good use,” he mocked.

  Chapter 16

  Willow

  "You sure that you actually booked the table?” Lorraine joked as we waited for the host to seat us.

  I was a little nervous myself. I’d never been to such a classy place without Gabe and despite my fine clothes, some part of me was convinced they were going to take one look at me and know I was a fake who didn’t belong in these lofty spaces. I was more used to serving than being served. But I drew myself up to my full height and lifted my chin in what I hoped looked confident. "Of course," I replied certainly, and sure enough, a moment later, the host appeared and took us to our seats without even me identifying myself as she called me by my name.

  Oh my God, she already knew who I was.

  “This way please, Mrs. Grayson.”

  "Wow, look at this place," Lorraine whispered, glancing around as we settled into our table. "I’ve heard some customers at the restaurant talking about it. Never thought I would actually come here, though."

  "Well, you can thank Gabe for that," I replied. "His name opens doors like magic. Seriously. I swear, people hear my surname and they—"

  "You’ve taken his name?” she exclaimed with surprise.

  I lowered my voice. "Of course. It’s part of the agreement. It’s a temporary situation, but they don’t know that," I pointed out with a grin.

  "That’s freaking crazy." Lorraine sighed. "If it wasn’t you, I’d be green with envy. I had no idea how much else the agreement would bring with it. I thought it would just be getting married, scooping the cash—“

  “Keep your voice down, Lor. It’s supposed to be a secret,” I said, almost in panic.

  She clapped her hand to her mouth. “Oops…sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Just remember that I signed an NDA and I could be hauled off to prison for breaking it.”

  “Okay, okay, my lips are sealed. On a different subject; it sounds like it’s going to be very hard to walk away from this luxurious lifestyle. Are you going to be able to?"

  I frowned, not wanting to talk about it. “I’ll deal with it when I come to it.”

  “I suppose you’re having too much fun to miss me, huh?”

  Her voice sounded light, but I felt the hurt in it. "Hey, what kind of talk is that? Who sends you a text every morning? Of course, I miss
you," I assured her.

  "I’m sure," she snorted disbelievingly, but I could tell she was happy I hadn’t abandoned her.

  "You know it’s true," I said. "I miss living with you. At least at our place I could leave pizza boxes out without worrying what the housekeeper will think in the morning."

  "Housekeeper?” she exclaimed. "You have a housekeeper?”

  "And a chef, but it’s not as glamorous as what you think. To be honest, I don’t like it when I trip over other people in my own home. I don’t know how rich people do it, but I find it impossible to ignore them as if they are furniture or something,” I confessed. Lorraine was the only person that I could be honest with all of this stuff to.

  "Holy shit," she muttered. "I can pretend they are part of the furniture. Just send them over to me. Actually, if you can find me another one just like your husband, I’ll take the million and everything else too, thanks so much."

  "I don’t think there are many others like Gabe," I replied, a little dreamily.

  She raised her eyebrows at me. "Alright, now it sounds like you actually have feelings for this guy," she remarked. "But that’s not true, is it?"

  "I don’t have feelings for him," I denied, making air quotes with my fingers.

  Lorraine knew me too well to guess when I was spinning her a tale. Narrowing her eyes, she peered at me for a moment before she spoke again, "You’re not sleeping with him, are you?”

  I didn’t reply.

  She gasped, loudly enough to draw the attention of the couple at the table next to us.

  "You are!” she exclaimed in disbelief. "Oh, my freaking God! I can’t believe this. It isn’t part of the deal, is it? He’s not paying you for that too?"

  "No, no, it wasn’t and he’s not paying me for that," I assured her quickly, glancing around to make sure no one was paying too much attention to us. "We’re just doing it because we enjoy it. We’re good together, that’s all it is. Nothing more."

  "Yeah, well, I’m not sure I believe that," she said bluntly.

  I sighed. Truth was, I was starting to doubt myself too. I wanted to think I could separate sex from feelings, but I’d never had a casual sexual relationship before. It was always all or nothing with me. "I’m not sure I do, either," I admitted. "I mean, he’s... really, really good in bed."

  "Yeah, I already caught onto that one," she agreed playfully, raising her eyebrows at me.

  I smiled at her. "But...I also like him. I really like spending time with him. He’s smart, he’s got a sense of humor, he’s caring. Who wouldn’t want a guy like that?"

  "And you’re already married to him," she reminded me. "With that contract in place."

  "Yeah, I know," I agreed. I hated being reminded of that fact.

  "I just want you to keep yourself safe, babe," she said gently, reaching over the table to squeeze my hand.

  And I knew she meant it. She was my soul sister and wanted what was best for me. If I’d been in her position, I too, would have told her bluntly that she had to be crazy to fall for a guy like that.

  But then, it wasn’t easy.

  Before I could come out with another word to defend myself, the waiter arrived with our menus and I decided the best course of action was to change the subject.

  "So, what do you want to eat?” I asked cheerfully. I could tell she wasn’t buying my overly-cheery outlook all of a sudden, but I had no intention of going back over that old ground again. It kind of hurt inside to think about the time when our contract would end and we’d have to go our separate ways.

  We ate and chatted about our mutual friends, the people at the restaurant, and the drama down there, sharing gossip here and there. But every time she tried to steer the conversation back around to Gabe, or my marriage, I switched out of the subject again. I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, not even my beloved Lorraine. I was having too much fun and I wanted to live in my little fantasyland a little longer. Before it was ripped away from me.

  As the meal came to a close, my phone buzzed in my purse. "Oh, give me a second," I said, grabbing it and checking who was calling me. It was Gabe. My heart skipped a beat and I took the call. "Hello?”

  "Hey, are you almost finished with your meal?”

  "Yeah, I guess so," I agreed. "Why do you ask?”

  "I need you. Can you come to my office now? Just tell the reception desk you’re my wife and one of the girls will escort you upstairs. Come straight to my office, okay?”

  "Okay," I replied with a smile.

  “Oh, and take your panties off before you get here.”

  My body began to ache to be filled by him. "Umm… see you soon."

  "Was that the man of the hour?” Lorraine asked as soon as I was off the phone.

  I nodded. "Yeah, it was and he wants to see me at his office. You want to get coffee, or...?”

  "No, you go and see your man," she replied. "But just..." She stared at me for a moment, her brow furrowed. "Just be careful, all right? Be careful with him. And with yourself. I don’t want you getting hurt. It sounds like you’re falling for him."

  "I will take care of myself, I promise." I smiled at her.

  She frowned at me.

  I reached over and squeezed her hand. "Thank you for looking out for me, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. I’ll be fine."

  I could tell she didn’t believe me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it for now. I had a meeting to make and I had a feeling we weren’t going to be talking much business while I was at his office.

  Chapter 17

  Gabe

  I paced up and down, waiting for her to arrive. Any minute now, any minute. I didn’t want to disturb her lunch, but some part of me felt jealous that she was going back to her old life. And it made me needy. It made me want to assert my claim on her too.

  All morning I tried to shake her off my mind, but it proved to be a task I wasn’t up for. Finally, I gave up and called her. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get down to anything productive before I showed her who she belonged to.

  I heard a knock at my door and my stomach leapt.

  I had brought her here last Sunday when there was no one around to show her the offices and quickly check something so she knew her way around. I yanked the door open and the woman who was playing at being my wife stood on the other side. Though, sometimes, I was finding it hard to tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

  "Hey," she said softly.

  I didn’t bother to reply. I was just about at the end of my patience. I grabbed her hand, jerked her in, and kicked the door shut behind me. Grasping her face in one hand, I swooped down on her mouth and walked her backwards. Finally, I released her lips and kept tugging her along to my desk.

  “Isn’t everyone going to know what we’re up to?”

  “So what? You’re my wife. I’ll fuck you when I want to.”

  “Oh,” Willow gasped when she hit the solidity of the desk.

  I slipped my hand down between her thighs and yanked her skirt up to her waist. “I thought I told you no panties,” I growled.

  “I never got the chance to be alone since you called,” she said with a sexy little pout.

  “Disobedient little thing, aren’t you?” I rasped, threading my fingers through her silky hair I tugged hard so her face was exposed to me.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  Pure lust raged like fire inside me. “What I should have done days ago.”

  Her eyes widened. “What’s that?”

  My answer was to trace my fingers over the wet crotch of her underwear.

  "Mmm…" she purred against my ear.

  I watched her twist under me and felt a fierce and primal sensation of possession in my belly. No part of me could imagine another man touching her, kissing her, feeling her...

  I would have loved to spend a good hour teasing and taunting her until she was begging me to fuck her, but today was not that day. I might explode before that. I dipped two fing
ers into her slit and felt my fingers squelch in her wetness. I drew them around to her mouth and she parted her lips at once. “Good girl,” I said approving, as she tasted, sucked and lapped eagerly at my slick fingers… like obeying me was the only thing that mattered to her.

  My cock sent out a rope of semen at the sight. I yanked her panties down roughly and flipped her around, pushing her over the desk so her juicy ass was arched up in the air below me. Rolling her skirt up over her hips up to her waist, I exposed all of her. I loved the way her generously curvy body looked all laid out in front of me like this.

  "Fuck, you look so good like this," I said. Hell, she looks so good I wanted to bite that fleshy ass.

  She wiggled her hips back and forth playfully, like she knew what she was doing to me, and I groaned. I loved it when she was like this, when she completely gave herself over to pleasure, too many women were too keen to make sure I never caught them at an unflattering angle, often twisting their bodies into unnatural position just so they looked the way they thought looked good, not realizing it diminished our pleasure as a result. But Willow… she was different. Willow used me the way I used her, desperate and horny while focused on nothing but finding the heights of our own mutual release.

  "Take me," she panted out.

  I could see her trembling with need.

  She looked so turned on and excited her little pussy was quivering and dripping. I unzipped my pants and sheathed myself. I inserted my middle finger into her again and pumped it in and out of her a few times. Then I slowly pushed my slick finger into her tight ass.

  “Oh,” she gasped, but she didn’t try to stop me.

  With my finger fucking her ass, I thrust my cock deep inside her, filling her up in one long thrust.

  She cried out with ecstasy.

  I fucked her in long, slow strokes, pushing myself deep and hard inside of her, filling her with my cock and finger over and over again. I grasped her hips with my spare hand and pulled her back against me, grinding myself deep into her… she arched her back and moved with me, matching my pace.