Page 166 of When Lies Unfold

We come together in a flurry of movement, our intentions identical. Her desperate impatience matches mine as our mouths meld, our tongues tangle, and our hands frantically guide our bodies together.

I should take my time with her. I should take her to my bed, but somethin’ drives me to stay here. I want her to leave her mark everywhere she can.

As she guides me to sink inside her and cinches her legs around me, our kiss never ends. One of her hands remains molded over part of my ass to urge me deeper with each thrust. Her other clutches at my shoulder, blunt nails diggin’ into my skin when I grind the root of my cock against her, hittin’ her clit just right.

Her slick pussy flutters around me, so goddamn snug and hot as fuck that it takes every ounce of restraint not to lose it right away.

I tear my lips from hers, movin’ my mouth down the column of her neck, speakin’ my gritted words against her soft skin. “You feel so good.”

My breath comes out in labored puffs as I continue trailin’ kisses along her throat. “It’s takin’ everythin’ I’ve got not to paint your pussy with all my cum right this second.”

She arches in silent encouragement, urgin’ me to continue my mouth’s journey along her skin. “You act like I don’t want that.” Her breathless response has my cock shootin’ off a warnin’ shot.

Fuck if she’s not tryin’ to kill me on the spot, ’cause she keeps goin’. “I want you to fill me up,” she whispers raggedly. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

With a hand at her nape, I plant a fierce kiss on her lips as my hips pump wildly. My other hand remains at her hip to hold her steady as she welcomes each of my deep thrusts.

She whimpers my name, tellin’ me how good I feel and beggin’ me to go even deeper. When she lets out a little moan, whisperin’ raggedly, “I’m gonna come… Santy. Ohgod…” her pussy clamps down on me in a way that depletes all the oxygen from my lungs.

“Christ.” The expletive falls from my lips as my hips move frantically. I fuck her through her orgasm, lovin’ the way she soaks me with her release.

“You’re makin’ me crazy. How am I gonna survive with you gone even a second, huh?” I punctuate my question with multiple thrusts, my cock pulsin’ with the need to explode, but I force myself to hold off a little longer.

Powerful thrust after thrust, my cock slides in and out, coated so good and slick from her. “I’ve gotta flood this sweet pussy with everythin’ I got, don’t I? Want you drippin’ for days.”

My hips cant, my thighs shaky from my effort to last. “Gotta make sure you don’t forget about me.”

She grips my hair, guidin’ my face back to hers. “As if I could ever forget you.” The instant our mouths collide, I go off, unable to hold back any longer.

I release the first shot inside her, my thrusts unrelentin’. When she locks her legs tighter around my hips, archin’ like she wants everythin’ I’ve got to give her, it unleashes somethin’ feral inside me.

My vision goes hazy as I fill her up. Wet sounds greet my ears, and I’m relentless, paintin’ her pussy with every ounce of my cum.

She moans against my mouth, “You made me so wet,” before her pussy contracts around me again. Fuck if that isn’t the hottest damn thing. Havin’ my woman orgasm a second time after I fill her to the brim.

Once her pussy’s flutterin’ eases, she sags against me and rests her forehead against mine. She still maintains a near-desperate hold on me, one of her hands clutchin’ the lengthier part of my hair I usually tie back.

My tone is playful. “Think you’ve got a thing for my girly hair after all.”

Her soft smile has me wishin’ like hell I’d done more to witness them on a frequent basis. She tenderly sifts her fingers through my hair, her voice softened with affection. “That’s not all I have a thing for.”

If I wasn’t already gone over this woman, this would’ve done it.

She’s the first woman to want me for me—in spite of all the shit I’ve done and all the blood on my hands.

A sense of doom-filled finality washes over me. It’s just my luck that I finally found a woman I wanna claim, and the chaos of my life fucks shit up.

Fierce possessiveness slithers through me. With our eyes locked, I take her left hand and press her open palm to my mouth. Pressin’ a kiss to the center where the skin is marred the most, I don’t say a word.

When those brown eyes take on a sheen, I hope like hell that’s a sign she hears what I’m silently sayin’.

That I don’t wanna live without her.

That if she doesn’t come back to me—to us—no other fuckin’ woman will ever take her place.

“Yes, you will rise from the ashes, but the burning comes first.

For this part, darling, you must be brave.”

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