Page 79 of The Player's Obsession

“What does that mean?”

“Her posts online remind me ofGossip Girl, orMean Girls. Is Travis with you?”

“They’re right behind me, I didn’t wait for him because I wanted to find Penelope. Besides, I want to get away from Nathan. He was in the spa behaving like a real buzz kill.”

“See? Something is going on,” Stephanie says. “I’m glad we were together. I’ve heard Serena can be a real bitch and can’t be trusted.”

I pull out my phone and check the social media feeds I haven’t paid attention to for over a week. I scroll down and find a post from Melanie captioned, “Guess who came to my wedding with a new wife.”

“Wow, okay, I’m concerned now.”

“Good thing we left before things got ugly,” Stephanie says.

“Yeah, I’m not getting involved in that,” Penelope says. “Let’s go to our room.” She hugs the girls, and we agree to meet up at nine for the New Year’s Eve Event.

“Are you okay?” I ask my fake wife.

“Sure. I’m glad the girls were with me. Serena has a mean streak. I don’t get it. She has everything money can buy, and yet she stirs the pot and lights fires at her best friend's wedding,” she exclaims in disgust.

“Forget it. We’re having a good time. Aren’t you having a good time?”

“The spa was amazing. I love the massage oil. We’ll have to find some of that,” she states.

“I bet we can get it in the gift shop. Did you eat?”

“Yes, you?”

“Yes, I thought maybe we need a nap. It will be a long night. Do we want to try a restaurant downstairs for dinner? I need to make a reservation.”

“That sounds great.”

We walk, lost in our thoughts, but my cock is standing at attention by the time we get to the suite. I can’t keep my hands off her, and as soon as we are in the room our clothes fly off. It’s a repeat of last night, but I get to make love to my fake fiancée in daylight this time.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur as I scoop her up and dump her unceremoniously on the huge bed. There are rose petals on the carpet, courtesy of our predawn lovemaking.

“I’m saturated in oil, and my body is…”

“Perfect.” I plant kisses down her neck and over the top of her breasts. The sound as she unzips her Lycra jacket breaks the silence of the room. Pushing it off her shoulders, I bury myself in her large breasts. She squeals and squirms under me as I tickle her with kisses on her stomach. She struggles to read my face and anticipate where I’ll kiss next. “You are wearing too much clothing.”

“You are too,” she replies as she pulls my shirt over my head in one quick move. It’s now a contest to see who can undress the quickest.

I chuckle. “So that’s how it is, huh? We’ll see.” I tug her jogger pants down over her hips and flip her slip-on sneakers off to finish removing her pants.

I slip my sneakers off, hearing them thump to the floor. Her hands are on my pants, but I wiggle out of them without much help.

She’s not wearing a bra or undies, and I plant kisses down her body until I’m between her legs. She’s shy and keeps her knees together.

I gently move her legs apart. I can see in her eyes that my next move makes her feel vulnerable.

No wonder the song we sang at karaoke felt sincere. She’s into me like I’m into her, and she doesn’t want her heart broken.

She melts with my touch as I move my hands up her thighs and bury my face in her pussy. My thumb strokes her clit as I lap up her juices. She moans and opens like a Lotus flower at daybreak.

She’s wet for me, and I engulf her sweetness. I can’t get enough of her. My cock is as hard as my helmet. Her fingers are in my hair, tugging harder when I lift her buttocks and flick her clit with my tongue.

“Ah,” she moans, “you’re going to make me come.”

“I want you, Penelope.” I move myself into position.

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