Page 132 of When Lies Unfold

The way she looks at me right now… I wanna memorize this moment. She fuckin’ caresses me with her eyes, followin’ all the ink down my legs before her focus returns to my cock.

I lower myself to the edge of the bed, my legs spread. When I wrap my fingers around my thick shaft, her lips part. Her breath catches and that pulse along the side of her throat flickers like crazy.

“You like when I do this, huh?” I grip the base, my fingers flexin’ around it, before givin’ a sharp tug.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips to answer, but she only nods. It’s like she doesn’t know where she wants to look, her eyes dartin’ between my own and where my hand works my cock. When she squeezes her thighs together, I know she’s already wet as fuck for me.

My voice sounds hoarse as hell when I speak. “You better get rid of those clothes soon.” I give a slow tug on my dick, and the large, upraised vein runnin’ the length of it throbs beneath my grip. “’Cause I’ve been waitin’ all day to get a taste.”

“All day?” Her voice is breathless, but her expression shifts to one that’s filled with pure feminine challenge. “That doesn’t seem very long.”

Her unexpected remark pulls a harsh laugh from me. “Feels like fuckin’ forever to me.”

“Mm.” A mischievous smile plays at her lips as she slowly peels off her tank top. Relief floods me at watchin’ her move without visible pain from where Andro’s bullet grazed her. It’s scabbed over, but the sight of it still pisses me the fuck off.

She removes her well-worn sports bra, the color a faded blue, and shoves down her cotton shorts and panties until she’s standin’ naked in front of me.

Christ. She’s a fuckin’ work of art. A warrior beneath all that colorful ink. She’s a contrast to me in more ways than one.

Here I am, my body colored with nothin’ but dark black ink, like it’s a sign of all the horrendous shit I’ve done. An indication of the darkness that follows me. But Lola’s presence is as vivid as her tattoos, brightenin’ up my whole damn world.

She’s not only given me my daughter back, but also given me somethin’ more to look forward to comin’ home to.

“Get over here.” I give another slow stroke of my cock, and her eyes grow heated as she heads my way. With a lift of my chin, I tell her, “Better lie over my lap, ’cause your ass is gettin’ spanked.”

Her steps falter, eyes widenin’ with shock as she sputters, “What? But I didn’t do anything!”

I pin her with a stern look. “Exactly. You didn’t push him away when he laid his mouth on you.” I point to my lap. “Get over here and take your punishment.”

A mix of excitement and uncertainty lurks in her features, but she lowers herself over my lap. My dick presses against my abs, protestin’ like hell about not bein’ buried in her pussy. But the view of her lush ass draped over my thighs makes it worth it.

I trace my fingertips down the vibrant ink along her spine, causin’ goose bumps to rise on her skin. “What you shoulda done was turn your cheek.”

My palm lands the first slap to the curve of her ass, which draws a gasp outta her. “You shoulda done whatever it took so he didn’t get his mouth on yours.”

I raise my hand before landin’ a second stingin’ slap to her other ass cheek. Damn do I love the way her skin flushes. “You shoulda shoved him away.”

“I was in shock,” she protests, her voice muffled. “I didn’t expect?—”

I cut off her excuse with another slap, and she lets out a little whimper before archin’ her back as if she wants more. I massage her reddened ass before strikin’ her once again. “You better not let it happen again, you hear me?”

Her muted, “Yes,” is followed by a little squirm before she clenches her thighs together.

“Nobody gets those lips of yours ’cept me. Nobody.” Slidin’ my fingers past the crack of her ass, I find her other lips slick as fuck. “Ahh. Looks like somebody enjoyed their punishment.”

I nudge my finger inside, and she arches, a little moan breakin’ free as her hips shift. Fuck if she’s not tryin’ to urge my finger deeper already. “Seems you got a needy pussy, don’t you?”

When I add a second finger, easin’ both deep, she singes me with her wet heat. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” As I work them in and out of her, she rolls her hips, seekin’ more.

I withdraw my fingers, ignorin’ her sound of protest, and suck her juices off. “You taste just as good as the last time.”

She squirms again, her voice breathless. “Santy.”

“You ready to make it up to me? ’Cause you’re gonna have to work for it.” I drive my fingers back inside, pressin’ deep enough to pull a gasp from her. “Gotta make me forget you let another man kiss you.”

She’s wet enough that I easily slide my drenched fingers to her tight ring of muscle. Her entire body immediately stiffens, tellin’ me I’m gonna be her first, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder. When I lightly circle it again, coatin’ it with her arousal, her body goes lax.

“Better get up here and sink that sweet pussy over my cock.” A shudder rolls through her as she lifts up, and I hold her gaze captive. “Prove to me you’re not gonna let another man touch you.”

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