The Lie(60)

As long as she comes first. I want her writhing and panting and screaming my name.

“You feel amazing,” I tell her, my voice guttural as I push in deeper, watching as my dick disappear into her, her resistance deliciously tight. “You’re drenching me.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth, Professor McGregor,” she says, moaning.

“Fucking right I do,” I hiss through my teeth. “You keep talking like that.”

“Call you professor?”

“Call me f*cking anything. Tell me what you want. Do you want it slow and teasing or do you want me to f*ck that that tight pink cunt, hard and rough?” I pause, sucking in a breath as I pull her hips up, adjusting the angle until my eyes roll back in my head. “Be careful of your answer, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.”

I pull out in a slow slide and she shudders beneath me before I push back into her, staying cautious. “I want all of you.”

I look down where the top two inches of my cock, the thickest part, is still showing. “Are you sure?” I ask her, grinding the words out as I clench my jaw. My body is burning, my muscles tightly coiled as I try to stay still. “I don’t want to hurt you at this angle. You’re tighter than a fist and my cock can barely fit as it is.”

“Yes, give it to me,” she says in a shaking whisper. “Please.”

“Professor McGregor,” I prompt, grinning to myself.

“Professor Fucking Fuck Me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I murmur. She arches her back into me and I slip myself deeper inside her, almost to the hilt. She stretches around me with a loud gasp, her cunt so snug and wet as I roll my hips against her arse. I’m lightheaded, breathless, and the fire inside me builds, licking me until I’m lost in this provocative haze. The world has whittled down to nothing but pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she cries out. “Harder. Fucking harder.”

A growl escapes my lips and I slam myself into her until she’s hugging every throbbing inch. She’s yelling my name and I hear nothing but my blood rushing through my head as I bury myself deep inside her tight hole. My hips thrust into her, hammering in this driving rhythm.

Before I grow entirely selfish, I reach beneath her hips, trying to stroke her clit, so puffy and slick, but I’m pumping so hard into her that it’s nearly impossible.

I lean forward, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her back. “Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Come with me.”

She braces herself on one arm and reaches back, and I straighten up, my hands splayed wide around her waist, gripping her harder and harder as I pound into her with abandon.

She’s moaning, then screaming my name and swearing, and I don’t hold back. With a guttural groan, I come, the pleasure ripping through me, turning me inside out. I swear and cry out, my cum blasting into the condom as I go into some mindless, hypersensitive state. In this moment, I’m without thought or self-awareness—I’m just an animal, f*cking.

I come back down to earth slowly, trying not to collapse onto her lush body. I place my hands on the ripe cheeks of her arse, leaning on them to keep myself up as I try to catch my breath. My skin is damp with sweat and burning hot, and I feel absolutely liquid inside. She’s still pulsing around me softly, as if she’s trying to milk every last bit out of me.

Natasha is panting too, her back rising and falling, having collapsed into the couch with her arse in the air. She turns her head to the side, her face red and beaded with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and completely sated.

There are no words to say to each other. That’s the beauty of us. We don’t have to speak to know how we’re feeling. I sense her just as I know her heart is beating rapidly in her chest.

Slowly, my head heavy, I grab hold of the condom at the base of my cock and pull out. I tie it into a knot and get up, tossing it into the rubbish bin in the kitchen. My legs feel boneless and I have to get a drink of water from the sink, filling up a glass for Natasha as well.

I hand it to her as she sits up, completely natural with me for a moment before she gets self-conscious about her stomach, trying to shield it from my view.

“Don’t ever cover yourself up for me,” I tell her, making sure she can hear the gravity in my voice. “You know I think you’re absolutely perfect.”

“That was four years ago.”

“And I’ll think you’re perfect forty years from now.”

She stares at me in disbelief and finishes her glass of water just as I hear a bark from the bedroom.

I give her a puzzled look. “Has he been barking the whole time?”

Her lips curve into a smile as she brushes the damp hair off her face. “Honestly, I haven’t been paying attention to anything that’s going on. Anything other than you.”

I slip on my briefs and make my way to the bedroom, slowly opening the door. Winter is sitting on the bed, staring at me with crazy eyes. Thankfully he hasn’t pissed in here. Still would have been worth it though.

“Sorry,” I apologize to Natasha as Winter bounds out of the room and over to her, his tail wagging all over the place. “I need to take him out. Want to go for a walk?”

She nods eagerly and starts getting dressed, which isn’t easy to do when a husky is trying to knock you over. Finally I have to grab his collar and hold him back until she’s decent.