I grab Veronica’s amazing ass and look down at it bouncing up and down as my cock goes in and out of her pussy. My God. Her pussy is so tight and so wet. I’m glad I paid for it because all I want to do is fuck it.
I slow down, reminding myself to be careful. This is all just an arrangement. I’m not actually going to settle down. I’m just pretending to, for my father.
When I see her curvy ass I can’t help but speed up again, thrusting my cock hard and deep inside her.
“I’m coming again,” she says, moaning and groaning as I have my way with her.
I can’t believe how beautiful she is, how obedient yet also so feisty. It makes me want to give all my power over to her, but I can’t. I have to remain in control.
“Spread your legs wider,” I command her, and she does.
This stance allows me to rub her clit while I fuck her from behind.
She immediately starts coming again, all over my cock. So much wetness is gushing out from her that I can feel it on my hand.
“You’re my whore now,” I tell her, feeling my cock pulse and throb inside her. “I can do what I want with you.”
“Yes,” she moans, humming and groaning as I fuck her. “You bought me and you took my virginity. I’m yours now.”
I love how she says that. So much so that it scares me. I want to stop, so I don’t give her too much of myself. But my cock isn’t in line with that plan. It seems to have a mind of its own, burying itself deep inside her and fucking her perfect little cunt until it’s about ready to burst.
“I’m coming,” I tell her, as I feel the release I didn’t even know I’d been waiting for so eagerly. “You make me come so fucking hard.”
“Me too,” she says, grabbing the bed posts to which I’ve tied her, squeezing them as we both come together. “You make me come so hard and so much.”
“Come for me, because I’m coming for you,” I tell her, and when I get done I just stand here for a minute, trying to pull myself back together.
What the fuck was that? I wonder, as I take off the condom.
What it was, apparently, was out of the world sex like none I’d ever had before. I didn’t even know sex could be so good.
Holy shit. I’m in over my head and I have to get out of here.
I untie her and begin getting dressed. She looks into my eyes, searching for signs of what I’m feeling, but I’m not about to let her in on the fact that I’m way more into her than I intended to be.
“Meet me at Radish on Tuesday at 6:30,” I instruct her. “That’s when you’ll meet my father and we’ll let him know we’re engaged.”
“Okay,” she says, as if waiting for more.
But I can’t say anything to her without her finding out how crazy she makes me feel. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before and I have to admit I’m overwhelmed by it.
We walk out separately and she goes over to another girl waiting in the lobby.
“Stacy,” she says, throwing her arms around her. “What are you doing out here?”
I hadn’t realized she’d come with a friend. Then again, I hadn’t known anything about her before I just fucked her silly— and allowed her to fuck me silly as well.
“Oh, just waiting for my ‘john’ to get dressed so he can take me to dinner,” her friend says, smiling a goofy, but charming smile. “He paid for that, and some other stuff of course.”
I can’t help but continue to ease drop on my way out the door.
“You look like you’ve had fun,” Veronica says.
“So you do,” Stacy says. “But we’re still going on that double date this weekend. Nothing’s changed, right?”
“Well…” Veronica hesitates.
Tell her no, I silently will. Tell her you’re mine.
I know I’m being ridiculous. I have no right to claim exclusivity over Veronica. I hadn’t made that part of the agreement and I definitely don’t own her. I’m only getting fake married to her, not real married to her.
She looks up and sees me lingering at the door, so I push it open, acting as if I wasn’t paying any attention at all.
“Sure, I guess, why not?” Veronica finally answers, causing my heart to fall down into the pit of my stomach.
Fuck. Why does it bother me so much that she’s going to have dinner with some other guy before she has a fake meet-her-future-father-in-law dinner with me?
Don’t worry about it, I tell myself, as I head to my car. It was just a one-time thing. It’s only a fake engagement and that’s it.
I wish I could get my heart to believe what my head is trying to tell it. I have a feeling that these next few days are going to feel like some of the longest ever.