Page 31 of Spiteful Lies

Two hands touch my ass and then glide down to the tops of my thighs. I freeze, lifting my hands in the air. Maybe this isn’t a brilliant idea. What if Pierce takes a picture of me lying on the bed with the Stonehaven scarf covering my eyes?

Strong hands grip my legs, rolling me onto my back and pulling my ass into the air. On all fours, I wait as the wetness builds in my pussy. And he makes me wait until I push my bottom back, eager to be touched again. Then, crack, he slaps my ass. I hiss at the pain but open my hips wider, tempting him to do it again.

“I bet you wish you could talk now,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare move your mouth away.”

Two hands pull my ass apart, exposing my swollen lips. I take a deep breath when Pierce dips his finger into my wetness, and then I feel his breath on my inner thigh.

Where is he going with this? But I don’t have time to think when he buries his face between my open legs. I gasp, gripping tight to the sides of my bed as his tongue swirls over my moist lips. Pierce kisses me down there, and then his tongue licks my slit, making me tremble as pins and needles fly across my skin. His hands grip my ass hard, and he’s going to leave prints on my skin. Pierce keeps me open as he hungrily tastes my juices, no doubt wetting his face.

My most intimate place is vulnerable and exposed to him. With my eyes covered, nothing distracts me from the way he’s making me feel. I dig my nails into the sides of the bed. I don’t care what we look like on that bed. I gasp as his tongue slips into me, sucking and licking until I want to climb the wall. My thighs start to shake as I whimper for more. Unashamed, I push back into his face.

I moan low and long, letting him know I love it. In the darkness, every touch is electric, making every inch of skin sensitive. Rapid chills shoot through me, and a sharp tingle travels from my thighs straight into my clit. Pierce continues as his entire face presses against my pussy, and he sucks me until I swell.

He licks me as if he can’t be satisfied. Pierce sighs, taking in a deep breath, but immediately starts again and presses his thumb against my clit as he sucks. My skin is hypersensitive as it takes in what I can’t see. My muscles tremble when his tongue touches my clit, as if he’s electric.

God, I need to be fucked hard. But Pierce continues tasting me as if he’s addicted to my taste. Fuck. I can’t make a noise, or Gemma will hear, so I bite down on my pillow as I cum. I bury my head in my pillow, and I swear I see stars.

The bed shakes as he lifts away. “Fuck, girl, you’re soaking wet. I can’t get it all.”

“Shhh. Will you shut up?” I reach for the knot, but his hand holds mine in place.

Pierce laughs. “You liked that?” His breath touches my ear, “You know what you taste like?”

I shake my head and feel his hand on my chin. He kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on his lips. I cling to him, trusting that he won’t let me fall off the edge.

“You taste good,” he whispers, “That’s what you taste like.”

“Do you need help tying that tie over your mouth?”

“No,” he replies, and there’s silence. I wish I could see him gagged and naked on my bed. The mattress dips down as he climbs over me. His tip presses against my closed thighs, and I open them for him.

He starts slowly, pulling back and then returning gently. He presses into me deeper with each steady thrust. Pierce is teasing me as he pushes in and pulls out. He’s gagged, but I’m not.

“Come on,” I moan, demanding what he can give. I giggle, knowing if that scarf wasn’t tied around his mouth, he’d say something nasty.

Slowly, he withdraws, and his cock drags against my thigh, leaving a wet line. I whimper as I try to reach for him. He’s driving me crazy with his control.

“Hard and fast,” I whisper. I take him, wrapping my strong legs around his slim frame and squeezing him with my thighs. Pierce grips my knees and leans hard into me, thrusting as deep as he can. I try desperately not to scream as I lift my hips to meet his.

I can feel Bryce watching even though my eyes are covered. His concentration makes me move differently as I tempt him with my moves. I moan then bite my lips. Gasping, I want to scream as the little bed bangs against the wall.

Sensations roll off my skin as I can only rely on my other senses. My hands roam Pierce’s body, memorizing him with a touch and listening to his muffled groans. I have to trust Pierce, and without knowing exactly why, I do.

Pumping harder, I lift my hips off the bed, tightening as the climax rises in me. My teeth clench, and I hold in a scream as I clamp down tight. His body shakes against mine. His forehead is against my shoulder, and I can feel his sweat on my chest.

Pierce grabs me tight, digging his fingers into my hips as he fills me. Gasping, I feel his warmth deep inside me, and I come apart. Exhausted, I lie boneless underneath him, trembling from the aftershock. I press my face against his warm skin and inhale his scent.

Pierce rolls off me, and I feel a second pair of hands on my skin. I feel my body being rolled onto its side as Pierce holds me from behind, my hard nipples poking out between his fingers as his hands stroke my breasts.

The tip of Bryce’s hard cock brushes against my lips, and I open my mouth wide. I don’t use my hands, only my mouth, and his tip brushes my nose. His scent gives me chills as I try to find him using my tongue. His tip balances on my tongue, and I can taste his salty juices. With a grunt, he leans forward as I suck his stiff cock into my mouth.

I tighten my lips around him as my tongue slides along his velvety skin. Bryce moans in his throat as I flick my tongue along his length. His hands grip my head, and he moves deeper into my mouth. I’m so wet. I know I’m going to cum again.

“Relax,” he whispers as he moves back, and my tongue glides along his skin. His cock throbs as it swells, and I open wider to take more in. My thighs start to tingle as Pierce continues to squeeze my nipples in his fingers. When he releases them, I want to go mad. I reach behind me and grip his thigh, and he nuzzles my neck. I press against Pierce, and he slips his hand between my legs. I bounce my bottom against him, and he parts my legs, slipping his cock into me again.

Bryce places his hand on the back of my head, and his pumping hips match the beat of his steady breaths. His cock starts to stiffen, and it’s bigger in my throat. I lean in closer, swallowing every drop.

My whole body melts as they push and pull deep in me. The sensation of being filled makes me whimper as chills zoom all over my body. My legs shake, but I can’t cry out. I want them both. I want to feel like this whenever a man touches me. I want to be filled, and then I am. I want my boys to show me how much they need me every day.

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