Page 44 of When Lies Unfold

I almost laugh out loud this time. Somethin’ I never do. She probably doesn’t realize her hand is back on my dick, and she’s strokin’ me through my pants again.

Fuck if I’ve got the will to stop her.

I wet a path around her dark areola with my tongue and murmur, “Before you stop, just wanna offer you a little somethin’ to hold on to.” I unfasten my pants and shove them and my boxer briefs down far enough to guide her hand to grip my bare cock.

A jolt shudders through me at her touch, wariness immediately chasin’ it. ’Cause I don’t get like this with any woman touchin’ my dick. It’s all for an end purpose.

But with Lola, goddamn if I’m not leakin’ at the tip already. Jonesin’ for her to do more than leisurely stroke me like she is. Wishin’ she’d jerk me off real good and firm.

The fuck am I doin’? Why am I drawn toward this woman?

Before I can pull back and get my head on straight, her fingers tighten around my shaft and a groan climbs up my throat. Instantly, all thoughts of stoppin’ are banished.

Her words hold a feisty edge when she says, “Before we stop, maybe we should get this ‘test’ out of the way.” One little finger brushes the underside of my dick, dustin’ over my tight sac.

“Think so?” I flick my tongue against her nipple, and she arches into my touch.

Her hand glides up and down my cock in thorough strokes. “Yeah.”

Her single, breathless response spurs me on. I suck on her nipples, intent on makin’ sure they stay wet and hard.

I give her leggin’s a rough yank, makin’ her shift on the island to let me tug them to her ankles. Nearly rippin’ them off her legs, I have to move my dick out of her reach, and she lets out a whimpered protest that has my balls drawin’ up even tighter.

The sight of her sittin’ on my kitchen island in her tiny pair of black cotton panties has my cock jerkin’. ’Cause that damp spot at the front tells me all I need to know.

Returnin’ between her spread thighs, I don’t hesitate in slidin’ my fingers beneath the edge of her panties. The moment my fingertips graze over her wet pussy, my cock leaks even more.

She lets out a little moan before her hand finds my dick once again, and she smooths her thumb over the precum gatherin’ at the tip. My forehead drops against hers, my breaths turnin’ harsh when I dip one finger inside her.

“Holy fuck,” I grit out. She’s so snug around my finger. Snug and wet and so damn hot.

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Her jaw tightens. “None of this does.”

I ignore her and glide my finger in and out of her. While my other hand toys with her nipple, I add another finger inside her pussy and can’t resist tauntin’ her. “Still wanna stop?”

“Definitely.”

With her forehead still against mine, she’s soakin’ my fingers. I’m impatient as fuck for her to come all over them.

When she tacks on, “You should stop right away,” in a breathless voice that belies her words, satisfaction strums through my veins.

“Yeah?” My voice shouldn’t sound so rough with lust. That’s not like me. It’s gotta be a fluke. Just like when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, it gives me the urge to taste ’em. “Gimme a minute, and I’ll stop.”

Her hand works me so good my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. But that mouth of hers with those parted lips makes me want shit I have no business wantin’. When her nipples tighten even more and her breathin’ goes jagged, I know she’s close.

Instead of usin’ my fuckin’ brain, I operate on my baser instincts and capture her mouth with mine. She hesitates a split second before lettin’ my tongue dive inside.

Goddamn does she taste good. It almost makes me wonder if this is what I’ve been missin’ out on by not kissin’ the women I fuck.

Somethin’ tells me it’s only this particular woman with an addictive mouth. It pisses me the hell off, but I can’t be bothered enough to care right now.

I cradle the back of her head, steerin’ her so I can control the kiss, goin’ deeper while I fuck her with my fingers. I hook ’em, findin’ that spot guaranteed to make her cream all over me, and she doesn’t disappoint.

My mouth muffles her little sounds as I work her through her orgasm. Her pussy clutches my fingers so tight, she damn near cuts off my circulation.

Once she comes down from her high, I withdraw my fingers from her and slide one into my mouth. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips as I suck her juices off my finger. Then I use the other that’s still coated in her cream and paint it over my cock.

Her attention is riveted to the shiny path along my dick, and her breath catches. When I close my hand around hers, guidin’ her to stroke me, to use her cum as lube, she doesn’t hesitate.

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