Page 111 of When Lies Unfold

My cock jerks, already achin’ for her to touch me again. Once she wraps those petite fingers around my length, my hips give a little lurch forward.

I bury my face in her neck, placin’ openmouthed kisses along the column. I love the way she arches into my touch, like she needs me more than to serve as a distraction.

Braced on a forearm, my other hand moves to cup one of those perfect tits and thumb her stiff nipple. At her gasp, I shift to brush my lips over the tip.

“Santy.” The breathless whisper of my name on her lips does somethin’ to me. “Stop messing around.” She strokes me, her palm glidin’ up and down my length, and my cock pulses in her grip. “I need you.”

I need you. From any other woman, those simple words are meaningless.

But right now, Lola Arias—the woman who’s had her life threatened multiple times and almost died at least twice under my watch—who’s never once shown an ounce of vulnerability, is sayin’ she needs me. Hell if that doesn’t make me feel invincible and powerful as fuck.

“Yeah?” Wrappin’ my hand around hers, I guide the broad head to nudge her slick pussy lips while murmurin’ against her nipple. “You need the ponytailed narco’s cock real bad, huh?”

Her grip tightens around my dick. She might think she’s punishin’ me, but I like it. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were making fun of me.”

Grinnin’ against her lush tit, I give it a little kiss. “Just a little confused, that’s all.” I wipe the smile off my face before raisin’ my head with a thoughtful expression. “So, you do need my cock?”

I don’t know who the fuck I am right now. I’m not a joker. I never play around or, least of all, flirt. My kinda life and business doesn’t allow for that shit. But I feel compelled to evict the remnants of that haunted look still lingerin’ in her eyes.

A scowl mars her pretty face as she lets out a little grunt. “You want me to say it.”

“No.” Her frown drops, but it’s short-lived. With our hands still grippin’ my length, I nudge her pussy again, and her breath catches. “Not unless you want my cock. But if you do, then yeah, you’re gonna have to say it.”

She huffs out a humorless laugh. “You’re such. An asshole.”

“Mm, maybe.” I lean in closer to speak against her lips. “But I’m still the asshole with the cock you seem to want.”

With a light kiss to her lips, I nudge in just a fraction, and revel at how her gaze grows hazy. “Just admit it. You need this ponytailed narco’s cock…and you’ll get it. I promise. All you’ve gotta do is say it.”

She tries to arch her hips to get me to sink in deeper, but I hold back. It’s fuckin’ torture ’cause she’s so hot and slick. I just know she’s gonna wreck me once I’m buried balls deep inside her.

Frustration flashes across her face before she lets out an exasperated sound. “Fine.” Obstinance lights up her eyes as she grits out each word. “I need a ponytailed narco’s cock.” Glarin’ at me, she tacks on, “There. Happy now?”

“Mm, not really.” With an expression of fake regret, I shake my head. “Didn’t sound like you meant it.”

When those gorgeous brown eyes go wide and her lips part, I know I’m a second away from gettin’ an earful. I take advantage by fittin’ my mouth to hers and drivin’ my cock inside her.

Holy fuck. I swear, I lose all ability to breathe ’cause I’ve never felt a pussy this perfect before. So damn snug and wet and hot, her inner muscles clamp down on me as if her next orgasm’s already in the works.

Bracin’ myself above her, I deepen each powerin’ thrust, grindin’ the root of my cock against her clit. Her hands grip my ass, urgin’ me closer.

When I take her right leg and drape it over my shoulder, it has me sinkin’ even deeper. Her lips part and her gorgeous tits heave with labored breaths. I drop my gaze to where our bodies are joined and slow down the pace. Fuck if this isn’t the best view I’ve seen yet.

“Look at us.” My chest heaves as I fight for restraint. My dick begs me to pound her perfect pussy, but I wanna make this last.

“Look at how good you’re takin’ me.” I wait for her eyes to lower to where I withdraw from her until only the tip remains inside. She’s fuckin’ drenched me in her slickness.

I ease back in slowly, and she whimpers. “Feels like this pussy of yours was made to take my cock.” In and out, nice and slow. I’m torturin’ both of us, but it’s so fuckin’ good.

“Santy…” She bucks her hips with a whimpered protest. “Please.”

The blatant need in her voice has my cock firin’ off a warnin’ shot inside her, and this is when reality breaks through. I go still with a wince. “Fuuuck.”

Alarm fills her tone as wariness edges into her gaze. “What?”

“I forgot a damn condom.” I blow out a harsh breath. “And I never fuckin’ forget.”

Her lips part, then close, before partin’ again. “Never?”

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