Page 11 of Pretend Girlfriend

Our room was on the twelfth floor. There were two queen-sized beds. “One for room service, and one for other stuff,” Joanna said.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked innocently.

She picked up the menu from the desk. “I was thinking we order some room service now. Then we take a break to have some fun. Then we order room service a second time. I’m operating under the assumption that your thirty dollar limit applies to each individual room service order.” She tapped the side of her head. “Loophole.”

Man, this girl was something else. We had an insane amount of chemistry. Too bad she didn’t want kids.

That won’t stop us from having fun for a night, though.

“I meant what did you have in mind for the stuff that’s going to happen on the other bed?” I said while approaching her.

She flashed a big smile. “Who cares about that bed? I’m just here for the food.”

I took the menu from her and frisbee’d it across the room. “Let’s work up an appetite first.”

Our lips and bodies came together like magnets. Things felt more hurried now—there was no time to delay now that we were here in the hotel room. Joanna sat on the edge of the bed and began tearing her shoes off, so I pulled up some music on my phone and tossed it onto the desk.

“Huh,” I said.

“What?” Joanna asked.

Nodding underneath the desk, I said, “I have that same mini fridge.”

“You have a mini fridge?”

“No, I have three of them,” I replied.

“Why do you have three mini fridges?”

When I turned back around, Joanna’s shirt was off. Her full breasts were held up by a pink bra with black lace around the edges. My cock jumped up at the sight.

“Because it’s cheaper than one regular-sized fridge,” I replied, as if it should be obvious.

Giggling, Joanna said, “It’s a good thing you’re hot.” She cocked her head to listen to the music playing on my phone. “Harry Styles? You really aren’t selfish in bed.”

“I’ll show you just how un-selfish I am.” I planted my arms on either side of her and kissed her backwards until she was laying flat on the bed. Then I slid lower, kissing a trail between her breasts. I desperately wanted to pay more attention to them, squeezing and feeling and worshiping her perfect orbs, but I had another plan first.

I hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of panties that matched her pink-and-black bra. I kissed along the inside of her thigh, dragging my teeth across her skin in a way that made her squirm on the bed. But I didn’t tease her for too long—both of us were too impatient for that, too eager to get down to what we wanted. I pulled her panties down, tossed them aside, and then buried my face into her dripping wet sex.

Both of us sighed at the same time. I really was joking back at the restaurant: I was most certainly not selfish in bed. If anything, I was the opposite. I was intensely uncomfortable if I wasn’t positive that a woman enjoyed sex as much, if not more, than I did. It was my goal to make her come at least once before even thinking about burying my cock into her.

I licked up and down her wet slit, savoring her unique taste. She moaned as she laid back into the bedsheets, finally relaxing completely beneath my touch. I took my time, eating out her pussy and occasionally licking up and around her clit. Each time I did that, she tensed with pleasure, new moans escaping her lips. I was finding out just what she liked, getting into a sexual groove with this beautiful woman before me.

She deserved to be worshiped, and I wasn’t going to deny her that.

Soon, I had two fingers pulsing inside of her while my mouth focused more and more on her clit. Her thighs tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again. She was getting close.

I wrapped my free arm around one of her thighs, holding Joanna in place while working on her. I loved going down on a woman. Their pleasure enhanced my own. The pitiful little moans she made, the way she arched her back when I sucked on her clit, even the way she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into her with desire. If I were stroking myself right then, I could have made myself come in less than a minute.

There will be plenty of time for that later.

“Yes,” Joanna groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes, just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I obeyed her command, continuing to corkscrew my fingers into her pussy while my tongue undulated against her sensitive clit. Then her entire body went tight like a wire, practically vibrating with intensity.

And then it happened. Joanna’s lips parted and she let out a cry of bliss, thrusting her hips up into my moving tongue. Her free hand clenched the comforter by her leg, fingers going white as my skilled tongue pushed her over the edge. Her cry reached a crescendo, and she shook and shuddered with release.

I pulled away, kissing the inside of her thigh and catching my breath. God damn it was satisfying to do that to a woman on the first date. Two hours ago we were complete strangers, and now she was a melting puddle in my arms. There was no better feeling in the world.

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