Page 49 of Pretend Girlfriend

“I always wanted to do that,” he grinned. Then he plopped me down, hiked my dress up around my waist, and then drove his two fingers inside of me.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, then clamped a hand over my mouth.

Theo used his free hand to pull mine away. “Hear that thumping? The music in the other room is loud. We can make as much noise as we want and nobody will hear.”

He punctuated that by curling his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing against my G-spot and causing me to cry out again. This time, I didn’t try to muffle myself.

“No foreplay,” I demanded. “No teasing. I need you. Now.”

Theo pulled something out of his pocket and held it up. A condom. “I came prepared this time.”

He leaned forward to kiss me while unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor. I found his cock, hard and waiting, and stroked him while he opened the condom wrapper. Then he was rolling it onto himself, grabbing my shoulder for leverage, and driving into me…

I was so wet that he was able to fill me in one long stroke, the delicious friction of love filling both our bodies simultaneously. He cried out, a gasp and a curse, and leaned his forehead against mine, holding the back of my neck while pausing there inside of me. But I didn’t want to pause and savor things; I wanted Theo, all of him, unrestrained and unencumbered. We had a wedding to get back to, after all. There was no time to waste.

I gave him little urges with my hips, and he picked up on the clue. He began moving slowly, a few inches at a time. It still wasn’t fast enough though, so I grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him into a deep kiss, sucking on the tip of his tongue like I was giving it a blowjob.

That woke something inside of Theo. He pulled back and then thrust forward, crashing into me with the real force of a man, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up my spine. I moaned into his tongue, and he slammed into me a second time, hard enough to shake the table.

Everything had been building to this moment. The first date jokes. The interruption at the hotel room. Stealing glances at each other at the rehearsal dinner, and deep-throating him after everyone else had left. Yet another interruption this morning, followed by a few hours admiring each other through the wedding ceremony and reception.

This was finally happening, and not a moment too soon.

Everything between us was in sync as we fucked on the table in the parlor. Theo’s wordless grunts, and my pitiful little moans. A strong hand squeezed my breast again, pulling it up out of the dress so he could rake his tongue across my bare nipple, causing my entire body to shudder.

Theo’s entire body exuded desire. Gripping my breast, kissing my neck, jackhammering into my swollen pussy. I ran my fingers over his exposed arms, savoring the muscles beneath the tan skin, taut with tension as he grabbed my waist for leverage.

I’d never had sex in public before. Last night’s blowjob was the closest thing, and it gave me a taste of just how hot it could be. Knowing we weren’t supposed to do this. Wondering if someone would unlock the door and catch us in the act. That knowledge added a layer of sexiness to our erotic act, like the icing on an especially moist cake.

I usually could tell when a man was close to coming. I certainly knew last night before Theo exploded in my mouth. But tonight, we were fucking at a furious pace from the beginning. Redlining the entire time. The table was shaking, brass handles on the drawers rattling with every sweaty thrust. I reached down to touch myself, rubbing a fire into my already sensitive clit while Theo clung to my hips with both hands.

“Yes,” I moaned, savoring the freedom of not muffling myself. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

Theo slid his tongue into my mouth, and it finally drove me over the edge. I craned my head back and cried out as pure ecstasy shook my body like a thunderstorm, forcing the air from my lungs. I fought the urge to clench my eyes shut; I wanted to soak up the sight of this beautiful man while I came. I wanted to keep him directly in my vision until neither of us could move anymore.

“Joanna,” he said, clenching his jaw as his eyes went wide with lust.

“Theo…”

“JOANNA!”

My name turned into a cry of his own bliss, a prayer and a curse all at once as he came. He pushed as deep as he could go, his hard length shuddering inside of me. I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him into a final kiss, sucking on his tongue again while his last few thrusts hammered me, before finally going still.

21

Joanna

“That was exactly what I needed,” I said afterward.

Theo rested his forehead against mine, grinning into my kiss. “I didn’t want to wait until after the honeymoon.”

“Waiting is overrated.”

He pulled back gently, and then I felt empty again. “Holy shit,” he muttered.

“What?”

He pointed, and I had to slide off the desk to see what he was referring to. There was a dusty outline on the floor where the table had been. Our surreptitious lovemaking had moved it almost two feet.

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