The Fake Girlfriend Rules - Page 28

She exhales as her lids close and her mouth hangs open. I run my tongue up her throat, twisting her head so I can kiss her. Her lips are wet, her tongue is warm, and her skin smells like vanilla.

“Fuck, Lyl, you make it so hard to stop. Look at you,” I say, my eyes rolling up and down her body. “You're perfect. This is perfect.”

“How do you do this? How do you make me feel like this is so right and so wrong at the same time?” Her back arches off the wall, forcing her tits up into my face.

I slip my tongue over the crests of her cleavage. “Maybe that's because the things you want sometimes in life aren't always good for you.” Walking her backwards, I force her back against the wall.

“If this isn't good for me, then why do I want it so badly?” She lays her head back on the wall and looks at me.

I can feel her. The way her eyes seem to see through everything I show on the outside, and penetrate me to the core. Lyllian sees me, the real me. She makes me want to do better, to be better, to become a better man.

“Because it makes you feel alive,” I answer. Placing a palm on the wall beside her head, I lean in close. “Can you feel it? Can you feel the tingle in your belly?” I run the tips of my fingers up her stomach. She's trembling as she sucks in a deep breath. “Can you feel it in your chest?” My fingers move over her tits, circling each hard nipple. “Can you feel it in your pussy?” My hand glides back down and cups her mound, giving her a squeeze.

Lyllian moans as her hips start to rock against my palm. “I can feel it,” she says, her voice a whisper.

“I know. Your body speaks to me, Lyl, it tells me what you want, and need. And right now, that's me.” I nibble her earlobe, tracing the outer shell with the tip of my tongue. “I want to give it to you.”

Her hips keep moving and rubbing. She's fucking my palm, grinding against me hard. I can feel the heat off her pussy through her clothes. Her pussy is so fucking wet, it's starting to soak through the thin fabric of her dress pants.

“I want to take it,” she breathes out. “I want you.”

Growling, I bite her neck, driving my hand inside her pants. My finger slips easily inside her pussy. Her arousal slicks my skin, dripping down the top of my hand and over my knuckle.

“Fuck, you're so damn wet. I love that, I love how wet you get. It's such a turn on.”

“You make me this wet. I can't control my body when you're close to me, touching me, kissing me.”

“You make me so damn hard.” I take her hand and put it on my dick. She grabs my bulge and squeezes the engorged tip. “Can you feel what you do to me? This is because of you.”

“That's so damn hot, I love it.” Lyllian traces the outline of my cock with her fingers, stroking my length on the outside of my pants.

“I want you so bad, Lyl.”

“I want you too.”

Look at her. Sweet and innocent. Luscious and dirty.

We could do this. We could do this and no one would know that we're living a lie.

Ask her. The voice in my head is loud and clear.

My lips move all over her throat, kissing and nipping. Tasting her skin. “You know what else I love?” I ask her.

“What?” Her voice is so soft that if I wasn't listening to her every move, I would have missed it.

“I love the idea of marrying you.”

Instantly, her body language changes. Her muscles go stiff, and her hips stop moving with my finger.

“What did you just say?” she asks, pushing me up so she can look me in the eyes.

“I said I love the idea of marrying you.”

She gives me a hard shove and pulls my hand out of her pants. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you hear yourself right now?”

“I don't understand why you seem so upset about this. It's not a bad idea.”

She huffs under her breath, her lids turning to slits. “And what about our rules, huh? None of this real, Doug, and now you're talking about getting married? What the hell did your parents say to you to make you think that would ever be a good idea?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking about it, and I think it might make things easier for us is all.”

“Easier?” Her harsh tone stings my ears as she says the word. “Easier? You're fucking insane. This is just pretend, remember? Or did you forget that?”

“No, I didn't forget, I—”

“What if things go bad, Doug? Did you ever think of that?”

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