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.If she got him far enough, maybe she could come for real—since, if he climaxed again before her seventh orgasm, she was pretty sure he wouldn’t be up for another go in time.He definitely seemed to be losing control.And so was she.She had to work not to squeeze his erection too tightly, since her body had become demanding and urgent as she worked them both up toward orgasm.“Owen,” she groaned, “God, Owen, I want to come like this.” It wasn’t really a lie, although she mostly said it for effect.For some reason, she couldn’t remember the kinds of things she normally said in the heat of passion so everything she said sounded slightly artificial—making her feel like a bad porn star.But her erotic words had a very good effect.Owen’s arms flew up from the bedcovers, and his hands settled bruisingly on her hips.“Come,” he rasped, heat wafting in waves from his body, even though his hot gaze was now masked by his lids.“Come, love, come.”The “love” almost distracted her.She almost leaned over to kiss him.But she’d have a really hard time faking this so shamelessly if she was actually kissing him so she caught herself just in time.She'd better step it up a notch and get to her fake orgasm more quickly.“Yeah,” she gasped, starting to bounce over him as if she were fucking him, his cock sliding lusciously against her flesh.“Yeah, Owen, yeah.You’re so hard, so good.” She was panting now, from effort as much as growing desire.She tried to think of something creative and sexy to say.Couldn’t think of anything but porn.But that always turned men on—and Owen was certainly not immune to some blatant ego-boosting.Hoping the words wouldn’t make her giggle, she continued.“So hard,” she panted, “So big.Your cock feels so good.So big.”That actually helped her.The irony distracted her enough to keep control of her rising sensations.Owen's eyes opened just slightly, and he was now watching her through the thin slits.For a moment, she was afraid she’d overdone the porn-speak and he’d caught on, but his hands were still grasping her hips tightly, urging their motion.And his body was still hot and tense.Men were fooled into thinking their partners had climaxed all the time.It seemed to her like they should pay more attention, but she supposed if they were excited enough, the artificial could easily be confused with the genuine.And—despite his better qualities—Owen was still just a man.Just to be safe, however, she gave his cock a few pumps with her hand, each time pushing it more firmly against her clit.When Owen moaned helplessly and tossed his head, she felt safe again, so she started up her routine once more.Her arousal hadn’t built back up—mostly because of her attempt to keep from giggling—so she was able to concentrate more on faking it than on keeping herself from coming.“Good,” she gasped erotically, “Yeah, baby, I want to come.You’re going to make me come so hard.”Owen was still watching her and, although his eyes were too narrow for her to read their expression, she was pretty sure he was into this.He had managed to keep his body still, however, just as he’d promised so she finished up her fake orgasm with no interference.“Yeah,” she cried, jerking her whole body the way she did when she came.“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”On the last “yeah,” she thrashed over him for an appropriate span of time.Then slumped to the side, releasing his still hard cock.She’d been hoping he’d find her performance so sexy that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming but apparently she wasn’t that good or he wasn’t that far gone yet.He was holding himself rigidly still beside her, breathless and perspiring.But he hadn’t lost control.No problem.She’d still win.Because, with any luck, he would think she just had one more orgasm left before they reached seven.But he would be wrong.Owen continued to lie perfectly still for a few minutes, while Amy pretended to be recovering herself.What she was really doing was trying not to sneak her hand between her legs and bring herself to the waiting orgasm that had been started and interrupted more than once now.After a while, she sighed, trying to look defeated.“That was six.I guess it’s not as impossible as I thought.”Owen’s head was turned to the side, and he was just watching her silently.It was an intense, assessing look that she had no way of interpreting, but it was starting to unnerve her.And worry her.“What?” she asked finally.Although if she did it again she'd rephrase a few of her passionate cries, she'd still done a really good job faking the orgasm.He didn’t answer.Just eyed her closely.Feeling uncomfortably self-conscious and getting more and more sure that she hadn’t fooled him, she rolled over to the other side of the bed.“Let me recover a few more minutes,” she told him with a valiantly determined nonchalance.“Then I’ll be ready for you to try for number seven.” She glanced at his naked body, complete with new sweat and both old and new fluids from her body.“Maybe you can go get a damp towel or something, since you’re not looking entirely fresh.” She tried for her characteristic teasing tone, “If your erection doesn’t keep you from walking to the bathroom, that is.”He didn’t actually look as urgent as he had earlier—something must have distracted him—and Amy felt a tightening in her chest at the knowledge of what that something might be.She prayed he’d do as she’d instructed.The stickiness was becoming excessive, and she needed some space to pull herself together.And maybe while he was there she’d make quick use of her fingers so she wouldn’t be quite so desperate when they got to number seven.No—six.Owen would only think it was seven.Hopefully.She turned onto her side with her back to him so she wouldn’t have to look at his thoughtful face.Then she heard him roll off the bed and stride toward the bathroom.She started to relax, hoping once again that her plan was going to work.It wasn’t a great plan—there were a few obvious drawbacks—but faking had been a longstanding practice that worked on most men much of the time.And since she’d never faked with Owen before, he would have no practice at sorting out the real from the pretend.There was no reason why this wouldn’t work.She could excuse the unusual porn-speak by saying she was just trying something new to see if it turned her on.Smiling to herself, she imagined his face when she told him she’d cheated.He was going to be so incredibly mad.Furious.Seething.Amy could hardly wait
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