She extends her hand for a shake. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

She releases my hand as an older couple enters the elevator. Dammit. I’d hoped to get her heated on the ride up.

The woman in the elevator is judging us. It’s clear as day by the expression on her face. She saw us introduce ourselves to one another and has now taken notice of only one elevator button pressed. I’m guessing she thinks Laurelyn is a hooker and I’d bet all the money in my wallet that she’s checked my hand for a wedding band.

“You didn’t say how much this was gonna cost me.”

Laurelyn turns a deep shade of red and lowers her head, giggling.

“I have until morning. That was the agreement, right?”

Laurelyn straightens and wipes the smile from her face. “Yes, sir. Your wife arranged for you to have me all night.”

“Like I said before … best wife ever.”

The elevator pings and the doors open for our floor. I gesture for Laurelyn to exit first. “After you, milady.” We exit and I can’t resist looking back at the couple in the elevator—she gives me a look of disapproval while he appears envious.

We say nothing as we walk the hall to our room. “This is us.” L slides the card into the door. I step behind her and push her blond hair away from her neck so I can kiss it. She moans and I slide my hand under her short skirt and explore, finding her panties so my fingers can dive into her wet center. “Damn. You’re already slick.” She’s struggling to get the keycard to unlock the door while I finger-fuck her. “I’m going to bend you over and give it to you so hard.”

The green light flashes on the door and she pushes it open. “I’m going to come before we even get inside if you don’t stop.”

I take my fingers out of her, but only because I want her to come with my mouth on her. I want to taste her.

I lead her to the bed and she sits. I drop to my knees and kneel between her legs before I pull her bum to the edge. I reach under her skirt and drag her panties down her legs. I bring her sexy red G to my nose and inhale deeply. “You smell so fucking good, I could almost get off just sniffing these.”

I drop her knickers on the floor and grab the back of her thighs, pushing them back and apart. She props on her elbows, readying herself to look at what my mouth is going to do to her. It’s fucking hot as hell when my girl watches me lick her.

She’s looking down at me, blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Our eyes—light blue and golden-brown—are locked when I place my tongue against her center and drag it in an upward sweep. “Oh, filet-o-fuck. That feels good.” I lick her from the bottom toward the top and then circle my tongue around her clit. I push two of my fingers inside her and she calls out, “Omigod, yes!” It’s a plea for me to make her come. And then she does. I feel the contractions around my fingers and I taste the saltiness of her orgasm in my mouth. It’s absolutely delectable.

She falls back on the bed, her legs propped on the mattress. They’re trembling so I place my hands on her knees to steady them. “That good, huh?”

“Yeah. It was just that good.”

She comes up and pushes me onto the bed. She unbuttons my trousers and yanks, anxious to get them down. “I’m not sure you’ve been given a proper blow job recently. I think you need one.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

Once my trousers are off, she moves to her knees on the floor. She pulls me to the edge of the bed and begins by licking my cock from base to tip. She grasps it in her hand and her eyes watch mine as she drags her tongue across the tip from side to side. “I love the taste of your pre-cum.” She licks her lips and swallows before sucking me fully into her mouth, taking my entire cock in to the back of her throat.

“That feels amazing.” But as great as it is, I have to close my eyes because I can’t watch the blond head bobbing up and down over my dick, even though I know it’s Laurelyn.

“Babe, I’m about to come.” I still tell her before I do. I always will but just as L always does, she sucks even harder. She always wants me to come in her mouth.

Laurelyn isn’t ovulating but it still feels like that shouldn’t have been wasted in her mouth. Then again, this isn’t us trying to have a baby. This is us role-playing because L wants to keep me happy and satisfied. She has no idea how unnecessary this is because all I want is her. No other women.

I pull her into my arms and brush my mouth against hers. I want a sweet, soft kiss fresh on her lips when I bend her over the bed and fuck her senseless. “Remember this delicate kiss.”

“Okay.” She has no idea what I mean. But she will.

I take a pillow from the bed and put it on the floor. “Turn over and kneel.” She does as I instruct and I stretch her arms over the bed. I take my shirt off and pitch it across the room. I lean down and place my lips at her ear. “Pretend to be someone else and I’m gonna fuck you like you’re someone else.”

I drive my cock into her hard and fast, causing her to gasp. I still until I feel her relax and then start moving in and out of her slower, testing the water until I build up to a faster pace, one she can tolerate. I grasp her hips and squeeze, pulling her body against mine to meet my thrusts. This sex is faster and rougher than what she’s accustomed to.

I look at the blond hair falling over her shoulders and down her back and realize this isn’t what I want. I don’t want to fuck other women. I don’t even want to fuck Laurelyn while she’s pretending to be someone else.

I pull out of her. “L, take that fucking wig off. I can’t stand looking at that blond shit. It makes me feel like I’m fucking somebody else.”

She’s on her knees with her upper body stretched across the bed, squeezing the comforter tightly in her fists when I hear sobs. “L, why are you crying?” She releases the bed linens and uses her hand to wipe her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She doesn’t reply so I physically turn her over and see her tear-stained face and red eyes. “Talk to me, L. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She refuses to meet my eyes. “You were different with me just now.”

“Only because you came to me as someone else.”

“You’ve never fucked me like that before. Is this who you are with other women?”

I use my hand to turn her face toward mine. “I’m not with other women.”