Page 55 of Spiteful Lies

I peek under my arm and watch him. Justin’s eyes are soft and in a haze as he stares at my body. His hands move over my hips, gradually stroking my skin. The love he feels is in his sweet expression, and it makes my legs tremble. No one should ever separate us. I pull off him, lying on the platform, and I catch my breath.

Justin lies beside me and cradles me against his body. “What’s wrong?” he asks, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” I say, brushing my hand along his cheek, “Nothing at all.” I lift up quickly. “Let me ride you for a while.” Pulling the condom off, I drop it on the floor.

I take his hard, smooth cock into my hands and rub his huge length, speeding up and down, spreading his juices over his glistening skin. He lifts his head to watch as I stick out my tongue and drag it across the tip. It’s primal and rude, the way I plan to take him. But I never stop looking into his eyes.

He gasps. “Fuck. I’m going to cum.”

His hard cock starts to throb, but I squeeze him hard around the base. He drops his head, panting as the need to cum disappears. I squat over his hips and never take my eyes off his as I lower myself down on him. I move my hips as my breasts shake with the motion, sinking deeper, but we never break our gaze. We build a connection that no one will ever break apart.

Panting, Justin’s chest rises and falls, and I lift off him. His thick cum coats my inner thigh, and I wipe it with my finger, sweeping it into my pussy. He sends out another stream, and I lower my chest, wrapping my breasts around him as he cums.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, slowly recovering his breath. “Fuck my flight. We’re doing that again.”

I lie down, and slowly his cum moves down my inner thigh. I swipe it up onto my fingers and place it on my tummy. “Have you ever tried to paint with it?”

Justin doesn’t answer as he moves quickly to sit beside me. He drags a finger through his cum, tracing bold lines across my chest, along my tummy, then up again, encircling my hard nipples. I open my legs, and he touches his finger to my soaked pussy. He draws another line across my hot skin, concentrating on the image he’s creating.

Justin brings his finger to my lips, and I suck it clean while we watch each other hungrily. My eyes never leave his. He pulls me up to meet his lips. Our lips barely touch as he outlines mine with his tongue. My whole body tingles as my pussy twitches desperately for him. But Justin’s into his creation as he lowers me down on my back again.

His finger traces a line across my belly, and I look down as he paints an image on my chest of a phoenix rising. The wings cover my breasts as if they were glistening armor. “This is how I see you,” he says, “Strong and independent. Hard to tame.”

I stroke his dick with my hand, moving my fingers slowly around his width. “I know how I like to be tamed.”

We kiss as he moves over me, our juices pressed between our skin. His cock rises, stiff and hard, as I open my legs beneath him. My pussy swells as he brushes against my thigh. His face inches from mine, I lift my chin and place a deep kiss on his lips. He shakes my body with force as he thrusts faster into me until I have to close my eyes and scream. His body collapses onto mine, and I hold him, caressing his hair as his face lies on my chest.

“You’ll have to paint on me again,” I whisper.

We lie side by side, wrapped up in a drop cloth splattered in dry paint. “It will change one day,” I say to him. “One day, people won’t remember your father’s name because yours will outshine his.”

He smiles, pressing my hand to his lips. “I was scared that things had changed between us. And they have. They’ve gotten better.”

I smile as I kiss his lips. “And that won’t change.”

Chapter 36

Astrid

“So, are you expecting a special Christmas present under your tree this year?” I spend the morning with Roni after Justin leaves on a 6:00 a.m. flight. I’m sore and can’t stop grinning when I move.

Roni giggles as she throws her jeans into her suitcase. “He’s already asked,” she says, “But I’ll get the actual ring on Christmas Day.”

“You have to be excited,” I beam.

“I sure fucking am,” declares Roni, “I gave him the best blow job ever as a thank you.” We giggle as I hold her suitcase down, and she zips it up. “When are you leaving? I hope you’re not spending Christmas here like you did Thanksgiving.”

“I have plans with my mom,” I reply, “I’d invite you over, but you’ll definitely meet her before graduation. She’s moving back into her old apartment until her treatment is over.”

“That’s great news,” says Roni, “She deserves more than what she’s gotten. You really look out for your mom.”

I nod. “I do my best.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me.” Roni wraps her arms around me, and we share a big hug. “If the boys visit, change my sheets.”

I mock-pop her with my fist. “You should talk. You have all sorts of things in that box.”

Roni laughs. “Consider it a Christmas gift.”

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