Page 149 of When Lies Unfold

Her hot pussy’s already slick against the base of my stomach, and with every step I take toward the bed, my hard-as-fuck cock bobs against her ass. Pressure builds between my legs, my dick already leakin’ with anticipation of gettin’ inside her.

When I lower myself on the side of the bed, she shifts to her knees on either side of me. With her mouth fused to mine, she wraps her hand around my cock and notches it at her entrance before sinkin’ down over me, inch by inch. I groan against her lips ’cause she fits me like no other. She’s my other piece that I’ve been missin’ all these years.

Speakin’ against her lips, my voice is hoarse to my own ears. “Feel that?” The instant she slams down the rest of the way, takin’ me balls fuckin’ deep inside her, my back arches violently. Jesus Christ, she steals my breath.

“Was gonna try harder to take it slow with you, but just can’t.” I pant out the words. “Your greedy pussy took charge, didn’t it? Now you’re gonna suffer the consequences.” My hands mold to her hips before slidin’ around to cradle her ass in my palms. “Better hold on tight.”

Once she links her arms around my neck, I launch to my feet. With quick strides, I bring us to the bathroom and lower her to her feet. “Turn around.”

Curious eyes search my face, but she faces the oversized vanity mirror. Tracin’ my hands along her body, from her shoulders over her tits and down her sides, I pause at her hips and guide her closer to the counter. “Bend over and spread your legs for me.”

Once she bends and rests her forearms on the granite, I palm her ass in my hands. My words come out on a gritty exhale. “Fuck, Lola.”

I spread her cheeks apart and drop to my knees. At her startled protest, I use my thumbs to draw her open wider. “Was gonna fuck you, but you look too good for me not to get a taste first.”

With that, I drag my tongue from her rear entrance and down to dip inside her pussy. The way she presses against my tongue tells me she’s done protestin’.

I fuck her pussy with my tongue before dartin’ the tip along that tight little crease, gettin’ it wetter. Her little moans and the way her hips rock into my touch tell me she’s lovin’ this as much as I am.

When I nip at one ass cheek, I revel in her gasp. “Gonna give this pussy a good tongue-fuckin’.” Smearin’ wetness around her pucker with my thumb, I give her other cheek a nip before soothin’ it with a kiss. “Then I’m gonna fuck you hard so you remember who your man is.”

I trace my tongue along her pussy lips. “Need you to remember your man doesn’t give a shit what you had to do to survive.” When she goes quiet, I lean past the curves of her ass to peer at her reflection in the mirror. Vulnerability shines in her eyes, and our gazes hold for a long beat.

Steely determination encases my tone. “Gonna make sure you remember that.”

When her expression softens, I move back into place and get to work.

I’ve got a perfect pussy to tongue-fuck and a lesson for my woman to learn.

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LOLA

I come undone—not only physically, but also emotionally—from Santy’s words.

He doesn’t judge me for using my body as a means to gain my freedom from the hell I was trapped in for years. He understands.

If I didn’t know better, I’d also think there was an underlying thread of pride in his tone. Pride that I did whatever was necessary to escape and create a new life for myself.

His tongue stabs inside my pussy, imitating his cock, his saliva mixing with my own arousal. My hips move on their own, urging him on while his thumb flirts with my rear crease. Potent pleasure electrifies every nerve ending as he drives me closer to the edge.

My panted breaths echo in the bathroom. I’m riveted by the sight of those tattooed fingers gripping my one hip while his other palm molds to my ass, his thumb torturing me more and more. Heated tension grows between my legs, my thighs tensing.

“Santy,” I gasp.

I can’t push out anything else. My vocal cords seize as my orgasm barrels through me with shudders overtaking my body.

Shameless to anything but riding out the wave of pleasure, I thrust my pussy against his probing tongue. Those inked fingers flex on me as he moans, the vibrations tingling my most sensitive flesh.

But when he pushes his thumb inside my ass the slightest bit, it sends me catapulting headfirst, fully immersed in a brand of pleasure I’ve never before experienced.

Eyes falling closed, my head drops forward as I coat his tongue with my release. His growl reverberates against me as he evokes more shivers of arousal. When he gently eases his tongue and thumb from me, a ragged sound climbs up my throat. I wrench my eyes open to witness him rising to his feet behind me.

Dark skin covered in black ink, his body a masterpiece of sleek corded muscle, he paints a picture of brutal sensuality. His lips are shiny, and when his tongue darts out to drag along them, my breath hitches.

But it’s that look in his eyes that has all the oxygen lodging in my lungs.

He’s looking at me as if he’s only just begun.

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