Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  That made her smile. “I know. They piss me off, too.”

  “So, tell me something good about your life,” I said, attempting to redirect the energy of our conversation because I had truly managed to bum her out.

  She gave me an inquisitive look. A strand of hair fell across her forehead. I resisted the urge to brush it behind her ear. “Something good about my life?”

  I tried to match the warmth of her smile and held out my hands. “Yes, tell me something good. Holden tells me you have an incredibly bright future and might even become a psychiatrist.”

  Thankfully, the light returned to her eyes. “Oh, yes, that’s what I’m thinking now,” she said, nodding. “I have a few months of grad school left, then I’m thinking about getting my doctorate and opening a practice here at Midwestern.”

  “That’s awesome,” I said. “Do you have a focus for the practice or will you do general psychiatry?”

  “I’m not sure yet,” she said, frowning in thought. I watched her tongue go around her lips. I felt my cock twitch in my boxers. “I’m thinking that sex therapy might be interesting.” She picked up her cup and took a sip, then looked me dead in the eye as she licked coffee from her lips. “What do you think? Is sex therapy a good field to go into these days? For individuals and couples? Or maybe… more?”

  I smiled because we were back on track and I could tell she had brought up the topic to tease me a little. I said, “Well, as you might know, I’m a big fan of therapy and a bigger fan of sex. And considering that most of the world’s problems stem from sex, I think that’s a great path to follow.”

  “Do you really believe that?” she asked.

  “Do I really believe what?”

  “That most of the world’s problems stem from sex?”

  I shrugged at the question. “Well, think about. Wars have been fought over sex. Men kill for sex. Many crimes pertain to sex. Most betrayal stems from sex.”

  “As does most happiness,” she said with a grin. “You make the world sound like such a dark place.”

  “The world can be a dark place, and the most common denominator among people on the planet is sex,” I said, shifting into professor mode without even thinking about it. “Most people want to have sex, some more than others, some will do unspeakable things to get sex, and some focus so harshly on sex that they allow it to destroy their lives.”

  “You have a very cynical view of sex and the world,” she said, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Especially for a guy who makes a very good living writing and speaking about sex.”

  “Oh, I’m not cynical about sex,” I said with a smile. “I am cynical about human beings and how they use sex to get what they want or hurt one another or satisfy some dark need. Or those who use it as a tool or as a power to hold over others.”

  “So, you’re cynical about people, but not cynical about sex.”

  “Correct.”

  “So, sex is great, but people suck.” She said it and arched her eyebrows over the cup. “I can agree to that.”

  “Are you ever cynical about sex?” I asked, lobbing the ball back into her court.

  “Sometimes, I’m cynical about my own motives and sexuality,” she said, her eyes turning serious.

  “Can you elaborate?” I asked.

  She grinned at me. “Jeez, when did this become a therapy session?”

  “Humor me,” I said with a smile. “I need the practice for this weekend.”

  “Ah, I see.” She let her eyes drift slowly around my face. “Fine. What was the question again?”

  “I asked if you’d care to elaborate on being cynical about your own sexuality.”

  She took a deep breath and spoke softly as she let it out. “Well, for a long time I let my sexuality rule me. I let it define me. I thought I was a…”

  “Was a what?”

  “For a long time, I thought I was a nymphomaniac,” she said quietly.

  “And now?”

  “And now I think I’m just a healthy young woman with a very active sex drive.”

  I nodded thoughtfully and rubbed my chin. “And how did you come to that realization?”

  “Holden,” she said, whispering his name, smiling as it crossed her lips. “He made me see that what I thought was nymphomania was just me enjoying sex.”

  “You had labeled yourself a nymphomaniac?” I asked. I tried to focus on the serious topic, but my eyes kept dropping to her nipples that looked like they were about to burst through the thin cotton fabric. Despite my best efforts to concentrate, my cock grew hard beneath the table. It grew so hard it throbbed and pushed against my boxers, like an anaconda trying to wriggle out of a burlap sack.

  “I was actually labeled a nymphomaniac by a therapist I saw when I was a teenager,” she said. “Of course, he proceeded to bend me over his desk and fuck me in the ass… so… yeah… I guess I should have taken that diagnosis with a grain of salt.”

  “I’m sorry that happened to you,” I said, my teeth gnashing as the protective side of me came rushing back. I almost asked for the name of the therapist, so I could look him up and kick his ass, but I bit my tongue instead. “Did he force himself on you?”

  “What? Oh, no,” she said, holding up her hands. Her fingers were slim and perfect, like the rest of her. “I wanted him to do it. I seduced him. I might not have been a text book nymphomaniac as he suggested, but I had—and still do—an overactive sex drive that would have made a porn star blush. I totally came onto him. He just responded to my… offer… so I can’t blame it on him.”

  I leaned back with the coffee cup between my hands and watched her face as she talked.

  She was calm, smiling, being totally open and honest.

  She wasn’t lying or trying to hide some dark abuse.

  She really was a woman who loved to fuck, not a woman with a mental defect.

  Perfect.

  We had a lot in common.

  And we were going to get along just fine.

  CHAPTER NINE: Jude

  I could feel Wynn’s eyes on me as we talked, evaluating me, sizing me up. My nipples were doing their part, thick and plump, pushing against the white t-shirt that I wore on purpose because it was so old and thin. I also wasn’t wearing panties on purpose and as I felt the heat of Wynn’s eyes, I felt myself getting wet.

  I bunched up the tail of the t-shirt and pushed it between my legs to keep from flooding in the chair. I could smell the strong scent of my wet pussy. I wondered if Wynn could, too. I certainly hoped so. I had fucked him all night in my dreams. Now, sitting across from him with my pussy gushing like Old Faithful, I wondered if this morning Wynn Driver would make my dreams a reality.

  I decided that we had had enough of the serious sex talk. It was time for a little fun. I held up my cup and nodded at the coffee pot. I had seen Wynn squirming in the chair, his hand fiddling with his crotch. Unless I missed my guess, his cock was as hard a rock from staring at my nipples.

  I wiggled the cup at him. “Could I have a refill? Please?”

  Wynn looked at me as if I’d asked him to jump off a cliff. He looked at the cup, then looked at the coffee pot across the room. Then he looked down at his crotch and his cheeks got red. Oh my god. I had managed to embarrass the great Wynn Driver.

  He said, “Um… well… this is a little… embarrassing…”

  I smiled and lifted my chin to look across the table toward his crotch. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black silk boxers. From the look on his face, there was something in his boxers that wanted to come out and play.

  “Do you… I mean…” I licked my lips and wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Oh my… Dr. Driver… Is your legendary long cock hard?”

  “Uh… yeah…” he said with a “busted” smile. “I’m sorry, it’s just that, well, seeing you in that… and your nipples… and… well… no offense, but I can smell your pussy from here. So… yeah…”

  It was my turn to turn bright red. My seduction had worked perfectly, but I still felt my
cheeks flush with heat. My nipples strained against the t-shirt. The juices between my legs flowed heavier, sluicing down to pool beneath my ass. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and decided to throw caution to the wind.

  Looking him in the eye, I asked, “Do you like the way my pussy smells, Wynn?”

  He licked his lips. “I love the way your pussy smells.”

  I casually batted my eyelashes at him.

  “Would you like to see how my pussy tastes?”

  “I would love to taste your pussy, yes.”

  “Would you like to see my pussy?”

  “Yes.” He said the word and pressed his palms to the table, like a tiger about to pounce. He stared into my eyes. “Show me your pussy. Now.”

  I pushed the chair back so he could see all of me. I tugged up the damp t-shirt to my waist and spread my legs to show him my hairless cunt. His eyes widened when he saw the pink lips glistening with my juices. I used my fingers to pull back the lips so he could see my pussy hole, which was oozing juices that ran down my taint and puddling in the chair.

  I cooed at him. “And what else would you like to do to my pussy, Wynn?”

  “I want to touch your pussy,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “I want to lick it, taste it on my lips, fuck you with my tongue, feel you around my cock…”

  I began to roll my clit between my fingers. Little bolts of lightning shot through my body, making me tingle all over. I paused long enough to tug the t-shirt over my head. I threw it aside. I squeezed my nipples with my left hand as my right hand went back to work on my clit. I slid my fingers up and down between the folds, coating them with my juices. I leaned forward and stretched the hand across the table.

  “Taste my pussy,” I said. “Suck my pussy juices from my fingers.”

  Wynn didn’t hesitate. He pushed up on his palms and leaned over the table. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue and took my fingers deep inside his mouth, sucking them like I’d soon be sucking his cock, licking them clean, humming as he did so.

  I looked down to see his cock resting on the table. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was his cock or a giant sausage he was serving me for breakfast. His cock had worked its way through the pee hole in the front of the boxers and was sticking out like a lead pipe, lying on the table, twelve-inches of meaty heaven, round as a golf ball, with a crimson head that looked like it might pop at any moment.

  As he sucked my fingers, Wynn got his cock free of the boxers and pushed them down his legs. When I pulled my hand back, he pulled off his t-shirt and stood across the table stroking the full length of his monster cock. Just the sight of it made me tingle all over.

  “How does my pussy taste?” I asked, bringing the hand back to finger fuck myself as I watched Wynn milk his cock.

  “Your pussy tastes amazing,” he said, licking his lips, his breath growing heavy. “I want to taste it for myself.”

  “Will you let me suck your cock if I let you taste my pussy?” I asked.

  “I’ll certainly think about it,” he said with a sly grin. He quickly cleared the cups from the table and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and he tugged me out of the chair and into a strong embrace. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into him, digging his fingers in hard. I stood on my tiptoes so his long cock could slide between my legs. My big tits mashed against his muscular chest. My lips quickly found his. Our tongues dueled and slithered. As his cock slid between my wet folds, I closed my eyes and moaned into his mouth.

  “Lie down,” he said, directing me to lie back on the table with my ass at the edge. He pulled up a chair and rubbed his hands together playfully and smacked his lips. “Now this is my favorite kind of breakfast.”

  I giggled and put my hands behind my head and spread my legs wide for him. “Well then, eat your fill, kind sir.”

  Wynn did not have to be told twice. He started rubbing my dripping pussy with his right hand as his left hand reached up to knead my breast. My body reacted immediately to his touch, gushing hot juices from my hole as my nipples grew so plump they ached. I closed my eyes and briefly thought about Holden. There was no hesitation, no worry and no concern that I was doing something Holden didn’t want me to do. To the contrary, I had the sneaking suspicion that this whole morning-coffee-slash-morning-sex-session had been a setup to give me and Wynn time to get to know one another better. And so, we did.

  Wynn lowered his mouth to my clit and the moment his lips made contact with my most super-sensitive spot, my entire body jerked as if I’d been hit with a live wire.

  His lips were warm and soft and wet. I’m sure my pussy felt the same to him. I felt Wynn pulled back the hooded skin hiding my clit and his tongue began to circle my hard, little nub, sending shockwaves rippling through my body from head to toe. When his tongue slowly slid from my clit to my hole, I thought I was going to jump right off the table.

  “Oh... fuck… yes… that’s… oh… yes…” I was moaning out of my head. The anticipation of having Wynn’s lips on my pussy had been killing me. I had had dirty dreams all night about fucking Wynn, but I must admit, none of them involved getting my pussy licked on the kitchen table. This was far better than any dream I could have ever have come up with on my own.

  “Your pussy… mmm… it tastes like… mmm… is that… strawberries… no… wait… lavender…” Wynn said, humming the words.

  “Both… yes… from… oh… yes… right there… right… ohhh… from… the bubble bath…” I stuttered out the words. “I washed… really good… just… oh… just… for you…”

  “So… mmm… so… thoughtful,” he said, the words vibrating against my clit. He brought both hands down to cup my ass cheeks in his palms and used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips. He lifted my ass up to his mouth as if he were eating hot, juicy, dripping, watermelon… with no seeds, of course…

  “Mmmm…” he said, his lips pressed to my pussy and his tongue circling my hole. “So… sweet… so… wet…”

  Before I knew it, I felt my pussy grow hot as fire as the first orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami hitting the beach. It came on all at once, exploding from deep within me. I bucked my ass in Wynn’s hands and started squeezing my tits hard and moaning loudly.

  “Fuck… oh… god… Wynn… I’m… I’m… cumming... Wynn… suck… my pussy… fuck my hole… with your…oh… fuck… your… tongue… Wynn… fuck me… with your… hard tongue…”

  I came hard against Wynn’s mouth, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. I gushed hot juices over his cheeks and chin. The smell of my cum filled the warm kitchen air. I clutched my nipples between my fingers and squeezed them until the pleasure overtook the pain.

  My body spasmed against Wynn’s tongue and fingers for a moment, then I pushed out a long sigh and fell still, aware for the first time of the cool wood of the table at my back. The realization that I was lying on Holden’s kitchen table being eaten out by his best friend made me smile. I opened my eyes and glanced down to see Wynn smiling at me as his tongue went about cleaning the juices from my pussy and inner thighs.

  “You do that incredibly well, Dr. Driver,” I said with a dreamy smile. “I can only assume that you’ve had hours and hours of practice.”

  “Hours and hours,” he said, licking my cum from his fingers. “In fact, I think I have a framed certificate somewhere.”

  I giggled at his words and the goofy look on his handsome face. “I’m sure you do. A well-earned certificate, I’m sure.”

  “I do other things incredibly well,” he said, pushing himself out of the chair to stand between my legs. His cock loomed large before my eyes, a foot long, crimson red, veiny, the tip wet with his ooze. He took his cock in his right hand and squeezed. Clear precum oozed from the tip as if he was squeezing the world’s sexiest toothpaste tube. He rubbed the juicy tip of his cock to my clit.

  “Oh…” I gasped as another shockwave rumbled through me. I reached for his cock and wiggled my fingers. “Let me do it. Let me touch your monst
er cock…”

  He stepped forward to lay his cock in both of my hands. It was like holding a warm, fleshy lead pipe. It was hard, straight, and girthy, with thick veins roping the shaft from the blonde curls of his crotch to the bulbous head. I closed both hands around it and pulled him toward me as if I were reeling in a hose. He hooked the crooks of his arms under my knees and lifted my legs up as I tugged him closer.

  “Oh… god… you… you are so… so… so… fucking… big,” I said, licking my lips at the size and feel of him. I couldn’t wait to see how much of his cock I could take into my mouth. But for now, I wanted to see how much I could take inside my pussy. I pulled on his cock and beckoned him with my eyes.

  I said, “Come closer… closer…”