The Lie(59)

“Is he okay in there?” she asks, but I kiss her before she can continue, taking off her bra and helping get rid of her jeans until the two of us are just in our underwear.

I grab her arms and move with her backward over to the couch where I push her down on it, her breasts jiggling as she falls back on the cushions.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, taking my dick out and giving it a long hard stroke as I stare down at her. She stares up at me with wide, nervous eyes, her lips parted, her golden hair across her face. Her nipples are hard, tiny pink peaks against the fullness of her breasts. Her torso leads smoothly to her hips and thighs that just beg for me to dig my teeth into them.

The sweet pink flash of her cunt.

“I’ll do more than that,” she says, pivoting around so she’s on all fours on the couch, prowling toward me. “I didn’t forget what you said about my lips.”

Fuck, I’m lucky.

No. Lucky is an understatement.

I move closer to the couch while she gets on her knees and reaches up for my cock, slowly wrapping her long fingers around it. The pressure reverberates along every inch of me, and I let out a harsh groan, the desire slamming into me.

“Lick me, slowly,” I tell her, my words coming out thick.

She flashes me a wicked smile before slowly sticking out her tongue and licking around the dark, swollen tip. My head goes back and my eyes close, giving into the feeling, even though I desperately want to maintain eye contact with her.

Her tongue slides down the bottom of my shaft and everything inside me tenses. I’ve never felt like this, this white-hot blistering lust that penetrates every last nerve. The tension inside me builds and builds into something more than primal, and when I finally open my eyes, practically panting, her sly eyes glance up at me with excitement. With her honey hair spilling around her lightly tanned shoulders, she looks like a f*cking goddess that men would tell myths about.

Only she’s no myth. She’s nothing but real as she takes me into her mouth. Her lips feel just as wet and plush as her cunt did earlier. I make a fist in her hair, tugging on it just enough for her eyes to widen, and she sucks me harder in response. It would be so f*cking easy to just come hard down the back of her throat and watch her swallow it all.

But I’m not about to come now. I want to be inside her again, to feel every hot squeeze of her around me.

“Hold on,” I pant, pulling back. My cock pops out of her mouth, a long drop of spit spanning to her lips. God, that’s f*cking hot. “Turn around,” I command.

She does as I ask, and I grab her hips, tugging her back into me, teasing the crack of her arse with my glistening cock.

“I hope you know where you’re putting that thing,” she says, a slight tremor in her voice.

I can’t help but smile at how innocent she sounds. “Don’t worry,” I assure her. “We have plenty of time for that down the line.” But damn, I need condoms regardless. “Don’t move.” I quickly walk to the bathroom and grab a packet of condoms out of the drawer, heading right back.

“Good girl,” I tell her, and she wiggles her arse in response. As I tear open the silver foil, I lean over and take a teasing bite of her cheek.

“Ow,” she exclaims.

“Sorry,” I mutter, not sorry at all. I lick over the bite marks, making her relax, before sheathing the thin latex on, unfurling it to the end. I want to know how wet and eager she is, so I part her cheeks and stroke my fingertips over her cunt, and I’m nearly salivating over how slick she is. I push my finger into that tight pink hole and bite my lip at how she holds me. Her breath hitches and she lets out a breathless moan that undoes me like nothing else.

Suddenly the urge, the pure need to be inside her is an iron grip, and I’m nearly trembling at the hunger pulsing through me. It’s this animalistic, primal drive that surprises me, like I’m being reduced to nothing but basic instinct around her. She’s not just Natasha, she’s this gorgeous creature I need to claim, to take rough and hard and fast until I can’t remember my name.

Without realizing it, I’ve pushed another finger inside her, rubbing eagerly against her G-spot, feeling her swell around me.

“Brigs,” she gasps, her head down, her hair over her face as she breathes heavily, her body pressing back into me, wanting more. “God, you’re so good.”

Her words are so desperate and urgent and flick on a fiery switch.

I snap.

I have to get inside her now.

Right f*cking now.

I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste, as I hold my shaft, rigid and heavy in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her soft opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.

But just a few inches is enough to make my jaw clench, trying so hard to keep myself in control. She’s so hot and slippery and tight as a f*cking fist that I want to slam myself inside of her, bury myself balls deep. It takes all of me to try and keep on breathing, my fingers digging into her sides that are already tender from the way I was grabbing her earlier.

On the desk was one thing, but here, with her on my couch on all fours, my cock buried halfway into that sweet little hole of hers, this is something else. I hope I have what it takes to bide my time and enjoy every second, but since I’m already struggling to keep it together, I doubt I’ll last long.