The Fake Girlfriend Rules

by Penny Wylder

  “Now I have you all to myself,” he says, placing his lips against my forehead to kiss me lightly. “I don't want to wait until we get home to have my wife for the first time. I want you here, I want you now.”

  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.

  He's the sun to my earth. The moon to my ocean. The air to my fire. To think I might not be here if life hadn't forced us together in such a way. I'm forever grateful to the powers above that helped us come together.

  My pussy throbs as a second orgasm threatens to tear me apart inside. My toes curl in my heels and my heart is beating like a caged bird inside my chest. Every inch of my body tenses and tightens, my belly tumbling and twisting like corded rope.

  I rake my fingers through his hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging at his roots as the orgasm steals me away. My mouth falls open, and colors burst behind my lids in bright florescent explosions. Yellow, blue, green, and orange fire off in succession one after the other.

  Doug grunts and growls, his entire body going stiff. His cock jumps inside my body, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Over and over it throbs as he comes deep in my heat. His back straightens, chest expanding as his eyes steady on my face. He's shaking. I can feel the subtle tremble as it passes from his hands to my hips.

  We stay like this, our bodies connected, our pulses and breathing matching each other. We're both inhaling and exhaling so quickly, the windows fog up and the air around us gets hot and thick.

  “I love you,” he finally says between breaths.

  “I love you too,” I say, softly fixing his messed up hair with my fingers. “I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have found you.”

  Doug falls forward and rests his head against my chest. “Your heart is racing.”

  “That's what you do to me. You make me feel alive.”

  He tilts his head and looks up at me. “You are my life, Lyllian. You always were.”

  “This is just the beginning, Doug, we still have our entire lives ahead of us.”

  He adjusts my dress and fixes his pants. Sitting down next to me, he helps fix the flowers in my hair and re-pin them in place. He does all of this with the most handsome smile on his face.

  This is true love. Love is more than just words. It's more than just kisses and hugs and sex.

  Love is fixing your wife's dress when it's not right. It's doing your best to adjust and straighten her hair. Love is going out of your way to help because you want to, not because you need to. Love is what we've always shared even when we didn't know it.

  And now we get to share what we've always had. An endless, limitless feeling that knows no boundaries. Where we're going, walls aren't necessary.

  Because we have each other to lean on.

  That's what true love is.

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