Her pretty little hands come around to her back and she grabs my cock, bouncing her ass as she maneuvers my cock between her sweet thighs.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as she puts her fingers into the tops of her panties and starts pulling them down.
The delicate white lace is soaked and I just need to taste her, run my tongue over every inch of her delectable flesh.
“You really know how to move, baby,” I say, dragging the tip of my cock against her covered pussy.
“It’s all for you,” she breathes, “it’s all just for you. You’re the only person I want to move like this for.”
I pull her away from the wall and guide her over to the bed, and she sits down on the edge, taking my cock into her sweet little hands.
My balls are fucking aching for release even though we’ve barely even begun yet, and she bends down, pulling me forward, opening up her pretty little lips to make her tongue come out, and she swirls her tongue over my cock, licking up all my sweet and salty precum.
“That’s so good baby, lick it all up,” I groan as she opens her lips up and wraps them around my cock, pushing forward so I am all the way into the back of her throat.
She looks up at me with my cock shoved inside her, and she still looks so fucking pretty and innocent with me inside her, but I want to make her feel good. I know that her little pussy gets so wet just from my words and the gentlest of my touches, my kiss and my lips, but I want to taste her and make her fucking crazy for me.
So I pull my cock out of her mouth and she whimpers, grabbing at me with the hands and grazing her fingertips over my abs.
“I want it,” she says sweetly, almost coyly.
“And I’m going to give it to you, lovely,” I say, “but first I need you to cum on my face. That okay with you, sweetie?”
Her eyes grow wide and she smiles, and I take her by the back of the throat with one of my strong hands, reaching down between her legs with the other, flicking my fingers against the dripping wetness there before bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them dry.
“You taste fucking good, sweetie,” I groan, guiding her back onto the bed.
I lay down next to her, greedily, and pull her by the hips onto me so she’s sitting on my cock with her panties still on.
“Put this sweet little pussy in my face,” I command, and she crawls up my body, dragging her clit against my cock as she sweetly straddles my face.
“This is where you belong, baby, with your clit right up against my tongue. This is where I can make you feel really, really fucking good.”
I pull her panties to the side and sink one of my fingers deep inside her, curling it up inside and taking her clit between my lips, licking it slowly and gently to get her nice and hot.
“Yes,” she moans sweetly, and she bends forward to put her hands down on the bed to better balance herself.
“You like sitting on your big man’s face, baby. That’s so dirty.”
“Mmm,” she mewls, her hips gliding softly. “I like being a dirty little girl for my big man.”
Perfect.
I spread her pussy open carefully with my fingers and take her clit in my mouth again, and I suck on it while flicking my tongue against her, slipping a second finger into her, moving them against her g-spot, curling them up inside her and feeling every inch of her stretching out against my fingers.
“Ready for more, baby?” I ask. “You don’t want me to just suck on your little clit and finger-fuck you all night, do you?”
“No I don’t,” she breathes. “I want you to fuck me.”
The word sounds dirtier than I’ve ever heard it before.
But it also sounds more right than I’ve ever heard it sound before, too.
She climbs off of me and I sit up, guiding her back into my lap. She straddles me, putting each of her shapely thighs on either side of mine.
Taking my cock in my hand, I run the tip along her seam, stopping at her clit to nuzzle it right up against her, marking her with the sticky precum dripping out of me.
“Lower yourself down onto me,” I say softly, “when you’re good and ready. When you’re ready to feel me stretch you open, to feel this big fat thing deep inside you.”
She looks deep into my eyes and puts her hands on the back of my neck, and slowly guides herself down onto my cock, never breaking eye contact as her pussy swallows my thick cock whole.
“That is so nice,” she says softly, her eyes still on mine.
“Let me be nice to you. Let me treat you nice.”
I push her long brown hair behind her ears and her lips pull into a straight line as I begin to move inside her.
“Okay,” she says, “I’ll let you treat me nice.”
I take her hips in my hands, and she moves her ass, and I move my hands down, lower, and pull her closer to me as my fingers glide over her curves.
I hold her close. I fuck her. I kiss her.
I’m hard outside, and I feel myself soften inside as she moans against my lips, bouncing up and down on my cock like she was born to do it, kissing me like she was born to do that, too.
“Anna,” I say as I lace my fingers through her hair, “I think I am really falling for you.”
“You want more than this tight pussy to be yours?” she asks me wantonly, with need and desire dripping from her words.
“Yes,” I growl into her ear, “yes.”
Now I’m fucking begging her.
I lean back and take her with me, flipping her down onto the bed, and I make love to her with my whole fucking being, slamming into her tight pussy over and over, kissing her neck, her lips, her eyes.
“Baby, cum with me,” I command when I feel both of us getting close. “I am going to explode inside you. Cum with me, love.”
And I feel her pussy tense up and milk me as my cock explodes, and her moans into my mouth, into the air, and I push my arms around her back and hold her.
I hold her so close.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, kissing her. “You’re mine.”
Anna
I wrap up in a long white bathrobe and grab an ice bucket while Liam watches me.
“I don’t have any slippers,” I say, looking down at my bare feet. “I can’t wear my heels into the hallway. God, my feet are killing me.”
Liam hops off the bed, butt-naked, and strides over to me.
“Here, allow me then,” he says, grabbing the bucket and making his way over to the door.
“Oh my god, what are you doing!” I laugh as he starts for the doorknob.
“You really think I’d go out there in the nude?” he says, smiling back at me.
“Let me just borrow your slippers,” I say, sliding my feet into the fluffy white slippers he’d packed from home in his overnight bag.
“Don’t be long, honey,” he says, plopping back onto the bed and putting his hands behind his head.
I swallow thickly, looking back at him, and make my way out into the hall.
And I can’t stop smiling.
He said I was his.
And I know it’s not for pretend.
It isn’t.
It is very real.
I flop my way down the hall in the too-big slippers, finally getting to the end of the hall where they have the ice machine and vending machines.
Fancy hotel or cheapo hotel, both have the same snacks and the same old ice machine.
As I’m filling up my bucket and surveying my snack choices, I can’t help but feel that something is missing.
And I know what it is.
What’s missing is me telling Liam how I feel. He’s made it clear how he feels, but all I’ve really done so far is just go along with what he’s said. It feels good and it feels right and I know it’s what I want, so I have to make it all complete and tell him back exactly how I feel.
I can’t take his money. I don’t want to pretend to be his girlfriend.
I don’t want to pretend anything anymore. I don’t want to be the picture-perfe
ct fake bride anymore. I want to really be his. And I want to tell him all of it.
Once the ice bucket is full, I grab it and balance it against my hip. Now, do I want something sweet or something salty to eat?
As I’m about to settle on chocolate covered pretzels, I hear someone coming down the hall. I turn to my left to see another girl, about my age, coming toward me.
“Hey,” I say meekly. “Are you here for the Harmon wedding?”
“I am,” she says, smiling at me. “You’re here with Liam, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes I am,” I say, turning to face her. “I’m Anna. It’s nice to meet you.”
She looks at me strangely, with a sidelong glance, her eyes slightly narrowed.
“Nice to meet you too,” she says, “but I feel like I know you from somewhere.”
“Oh?” I say, my stomach flipping over. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. What was your name again?”
“It’s Samantha,” she says. “I’m an old friend of Liam’s cousin. But are you sure we don’t know each other? You just look so familiar. Are you sure I don’t know you from somewhere?”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I say, my pulse beginning to speed up.
I really don’t recognize her, but it’s definitely possible that she’s seen me before. Maybe on the shop’s website.
“Yeah,” she says again, “I do know you. You work in that bridal boutique on 67th street on the west side. I remember you. You’re a model of sorts.”
“Oh, right,” I say. I feel like I could absolutely sweat right through my robe right now. “Yeah, I actually do some of that stuff on the side.”
“On the side? I thought Liam’s dad said you were in law or something?”
“Finance,” I say, swallowing thickly. Oh, why can’t she just let this go?
“If you’re in finance, why do you work in a store?”
“It’s just a thing I do, it’s like a hobby.”
“Really?” she says. “That’s...cool. And you’ve been going out with Liam for how long now?”
“Three months,” I say. My body feels so hot and I feel so cornered that I just want to literally dump this bucket of ice over my head.
“I never really knew Liam to be the girlfriend type,” she says. “His dad had never approved of the girls he’s brought around. Not from the right family, not rich enough. It’s kind of silly in my opinion, but he seemed to really like you. You know, Liam pretends to be all cool and laid back, but he really does care about his dad’s opinion of him. You’d never know it, though.”
“How do you know it, then?” I ask, and I can almost feel the daggers coming out of my eyes.
I don’t know why I feel so defensive.
Maybe it’s because I’m realizing now how out of my element I really am.
“Oh, Liam’s brother tells me everything. Liam is an open book. Honestly, he should probably be a bit more guarded. You can’t always wear your heart on your sleeve, you know.”
I do know. At least, I did. Liam made me take my guard down.
And now I don’t know what to do.
“Right,” I say, trying to smile. “Anyway, it was very nice to meet you.”
“Oh, you too,” she says as I squeeze past her down the hall.
This is a small, small world that Liam lives in. And I don’t know if I can really be a part of it.
Just a few simple questions and I almost broke down completely.
Left alone with his dad, I wouldn’t be able to keep up those little white lies I told at the cocktail hour.
Little white lies. That’s what all of this has been, hasn’t it?
Liam
Where is she? How long does it take to get ice?
I want to fix her a drink. I want to get her into the shower.
I want to ask her another really serious question.
Finally, she comes back and closes the door behind her softly.
“There’s my girl,” I say as she slips out of my slippers. She smiles softly and comes over to the bed, snuggling up against me.
But her smile is not as bright as it was just a few minutes ago. It’s dimmed.
“Baby, something happen?” I ask as she puts her head on my chest. I can feel my heart beating, and I hope she can feel it too. She should be able to feel it. I want her to feel all of me.
“No,” she says, “nothing.”
“Okay doll,” I say, sitting up and bending my knees up under the sheets, “one of my hidden talents is being able to read people. So let me know what’s bothering you.”
“It’s…” she scoots away from me and draws her knees up into her chest next to me. “I met a friend of yours in the hallway, or an acquaintance or something. She was very sweet, but it just left me with an uneasy feeling.”
“Okay,” I say, putting my arm around her, “who was it, and what did she say?”
“I don’t want to say who it was because I don’t want to gossip. I don’t like talking about people behind their backs as a policy. But I just felt so...so far away from you, Liam. It just reminded me that all of this is for show. She said you’re not a girlfriend kind of guy.”
Fuck me. This is not happening.
My sweet Anna hurts. And that hurts me.
“She is right,” I say, “I’m not a girlfriend kind of guy. That’s why I needed to ask you to be my girlfriend. I had to put us on the fast-track.”
Anna breathes sweetly and nuzzles into my arms.
And I can’t allow this to go on any longer.
“Anna, please look at me. Come here.”
I guide her so she is facing me, the sheets and blankets swimming around us like we are on the perfect little bed island. In our perfect little world.
But it’s not good enough.
“What is it, Liam?” she asks, looking up at me with her pretty eyes.
“I wasn’t a girlfriend kind of guy. I like the attention I got from being perennially single. I loved it. Are you kidding me? Who wouldn’t love it?”
“I don’t think I would,” she says.
“You would, Anna. Look at you. You probably think we are opposites, but we really aren’t all that different at all. You stand on a pedestal and stand there with your perfect smile, and your perfect skin and hair and body, and everyone treats you like an unbreakable doll. Well you know what? Behind a computer screen, people look at me the exact same way. We’re both fucking objectified on a daily basis, we both pretend to be something we aren’t, and it’s enough. I’ve had enough of it.”
Her eyebrows rise slightly and she bites down on the corner of her lip.
“Liam, what are you talking about?” she asks, her eyes flashing at me.
“I am going to quit my blog. I want you to really be my girlfriend. And I’m going to ask my father if I can take over his company. I know it will be more acceptable for him to give me control if I focus on that full-time, and I know that the only way for me to save all those jobs is if I get control. So I’m going to talk to him, and tell him my plan, and tell him I’m done with being an ab model on the internet, and tell him that more than anything else, the most important thing is that I’ve found the girl I want to be with.”
Anna sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and narrows her eyes at me carefully, and leans forward.
And she steals a perfect, sweet kiss from me.
“You’re going to give up what you love?” she asks.
“No,” I say, my heart pounding in my chest, thrumming in my ears, making me excited and turned on and fucking eager for her, for the future, “I’m not giving up anything. What I’m doing is gaining something. I’m not losing anything. I need you, Anna. When I told you you were mine, I wasn’t kidding. I wasn’t pretending. I need you. I am absolutely falling for you.”
“Liam,” she says, throwing her arms around my neck, “I just don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You’re mine now baby. For real. It doesn’t matter how it started. All that matters
is how it’s gonna end. And you know how it’s gonna end?”
She pulls away from me, smiling, looking into my eyes.
“I don’t know how it’s gonna end,” she says, “so just tell me already.”
“It isn’t gonna, baby. It’s never gonna end. It’s me and you from now on.”
Epilogue
Anna - Two Months Later
The bells over the door of the boutique chime as I enter the shop, letting the warm, early-spring air in with me.
But inside, it’s spring time too, with fresh roses and daisies and peonies, and orchids, and every other kind of flower you’d want, at every price point, and in every color.
“Now that is a show-stopper,” Maggie says, tapping the toe of her black stiletto on the shiny white marble tile.
“You like?” I say, spinning around in my little white dress.
“Like? No, Anna. Like is not the word.”
This dress is simple. It doesn’t have a low-cut back, or a lot of bling, and it’s not a gown like I was used to wearing before.
I hurry over to the counter, where I have my appointment book open and ready for the day.
“We have a really nice girl coming in first,” Maggie says, coming over and resting her elbows on the counter across from me. “I have a few looks pulled for her. She actually wants something in black lace for her ceremony and reception.”
“Goth?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “That’s actually pretty refreshing.”
“She’s actually not,” Maggie says, “just wants something a little bit different.”
As I’m flipping through my appointment book, I’m astounded that Maggie and I have been able to get so much business so quickly.
We started our own dress shop. There was nothing wrong with the other shop - not at all - even though the big boss was a little bit pushy and domineering at times. Still, I liked it. I actually loved it there. But now, this shop is all mine and Maggie’s. It’s not like a funhouse in here anymore. I don't have mirrors attached to every single surface. We have a few mirrors in the dressing rooms, but I want the brides to feel the dresses after they’ve found something they’re satisfied with. I want them to find the perfect dress, and then focus on their perfect day without having to check themselves over and over to make sure they’re perfect.
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