Page 109 of When Lies Unfold

My grieving heart needs a distraction, and this man is the prime candidate.

I rub the head of his cock against my clit, the fluid leaking at his tip combining with my own wetness. My head rests against the mirror at my back, my eyes falling closed as I work my sensitive flesh.

“Fuckyeah.” His raspy murmur sounds like it clawed up his throat from somewhere deep.

Arousal bleeds from his voice. “Rub me all over that pretty little clit…” His labored breaths emerge in heavy puffs as he toys with one of my nipples. “Yeah, just like that.”

I lose myself to nothing but sensation and his hypnotic voice, urging me to use him to get off. My clit pulses rapidly as if attempting to surpass my heartbeat. My thighs tense in anticipation of my release as I work my clit with his cock.

His guttural voice drifts to my ears. “Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ that clit so good.” He cups my other breast, his thumb rasping over the tip of my nipple. “Need me to suck on you to get you off faster?”

My lips part on a panted breath, but the words stick in my throat. It doesn’t seem to matter because he does it anyway, and the instant he secures his lips around my nipple, it eliminates all oxygen from my lungs.

Ohfuck. The perfect amount of suction on my nipple has my hips rocking, unbridled need pulsing through me like lightning.

“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs against my skin before moving to my other breast and giving my other nipple the same attention. His tongue bats at the stiffened flesh before he drags his mouth overtop it. His scruff abrades it in the most decadent way.

“You have no idea how fuckin’ hot you are, workin’ your clit with my cock.” He flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Only thing better would be if you came on my tongue.”

“Santy…” I don’t mean to—it just slips out—but his name falls from my lips on a wisp of a breath.

A low growl rumbles from him, and I open my eyes to peer at him. Firm, muscled body covered in dark skin painted with even darker swirls of ink, his hair is still slicked back in that abbreviated ponytail. Unguarded ebony eyes are fixated on me, skin drawn taut over his cheekbones.

“You wanna come on my tongue?” Those low, husky words propel me closer to the edge, and I gasp as my impending orgasm draws near.

My “Yes” is heaved on a ragged breath. My grip tightens around his thick length as I use the flared head to work my clit even faster, and he lets out a coarse, raw groan that has goose bumps rising along my skin.

“Yeah?” His hot breath rasps against my nipple, eyes gleaming with lust. “Then you better tell me when you’re ready for it.” His stubble rakes against my areola. “’Cause I’m gonna damn sure taste all you’re gonna give me.”

Ohfuck. My orgasm barrels into me, and I barely have time to warn him. “Santy!” But he doesn’t offer an ounce of hesitation; he moves so swiftly, the wide pad of his thumb replacing his cock on my clit as he fits his mouth to my pussy and delves his tongue inside.

My mouth parts on a silent gasp as his thumb works me through my release while he fucks me with his tongue, his lips and stubble adding to the pleasure pulsing through me. My hips move of their own volition, and he doesn’t make even a sound of protest as I ride his face, pressing my pussy against his tongue in an effort to get it even deeper.

When my fingers thread in his hair, his rumbled groan vibrates against my sensitive flesh. His eyes are closed in an almost reverent way as he devours me.

I don’t give any thought to my actions but shamelessly work myself over his mouth and tongue. Once the shudders eventually subside, the only sound in the silent confines of the bathroom is my labored breathing.

Dazed, I watch as he opens his eyes, immediately locking with mine. Reluctance blankets his movements as he slowly eases his mouth off me to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh. Even after what we just did, that gesture feels oddly intimate and borderline sweet—especially for him.

When he straightens, planting those palms on the counter at each side of my hips, his cock is even harder. He’s shiny at the tip, fluid’s gathered there, and the lingering effects of my orgasm strengthen at the sight.

His mouth and tongue helped me forget my name a moment ago, and I have no doubt he’ll be just as skilled with that cock. I’m not prepared for reality to edge its way back in just yet, and this man is the best way to avoid it. It’s why I wrap my hand around his granite-hard length and guide the broad head to my entrance.

His reaction, however, isn’t at all what I expect.

He freezes in place, resisting my urging movement. My eyes collide with his pitch-black ones, his features taut with restraint—which makes absolutely no sense.

That skull etched on his throat ripples with his hard swallow. “You sure about that?”

Rejection sinks its ugly claws into me, spurring the heat of embarrassment to creep up my neck and into my cheeks. He doesn’t want to fuck me. Evidently, I’m good enough to mess with, but not good enough to fuck.

Angry indignation sparks to life inside me. “Oh, I forgot.” I release his cock and glare at him. “I’m not up to your usual standards since you prefer to sink your dick into women like Keyna.”

I’ve surpassed my emotional threshold—and then some—tonight, and I’m barely hanging on by a thread. I just can’t deal with more blows.

I slide my foot off the vanity and attempt to shove him away. That movement pulls at my injured shoulder, and I mash my lips closed against the pain before gritting out, “Get away from me.”

Thunderous expression taking hold, Santiago grabs hold of my thighs, holding me captive. “Now, wait just a fuckin’ minute.” Brows pinched together, his gaze bores into mine. “All I was askin’ is if you’re sure about this. ’Cause anybody with a brain knows not to make sudden decisions after a traumatic experience.”

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