Page 127 of Tell Me Lies

Her body tightens as an orgasm sweeps through her, her back bowing, thighs clamping around my head. I love that she’s so sensitive and reacts so beautifully. Instead of letting her come down, I push on, sliding a finger inside her, needing to taste more of her.

“Matthias!”

Her cunt clamps down on my finger and it’s the tightest thing I have ever felt. Whoever she has been with before was either an idiot that didn’t know what he was doing, or she hasn’t had sex in some time. She pushes my head away from her sex and I allow it.

Standing beside the bed I pull my shirt over my head and quickly kick off my jeans. I know I said I would take my time, but I need to get inside her, feel her around me, before I come in my damn pants like a sixteen-year-old.

I slide on a condom before slipping between her thighs, the crown of my cock nudging at her entrance.

“Please,” Kaelie begs beneath me.

I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants, spearing her with my length. The scream that leaves her has me pausing, staring down at her. Fuck. Did I hurt her? Tears pool in those baby blues and my heart aches.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“Just give me a minute,” she says softly.

I hold my weight above her as she closes her eyes and breathes deeply. I watch her as she relaxes her body little by little. She lifts her hips, and the friction has us both moaning loudly.

“Please move,” Kaelie begs.

My rational mind knows that I need to find out what just happened but all the blood in my brain has fled south, and my cock is currently doing all the thinking. Slowly, I withdraw from her heat before pushing back in. With each stroke she tugs me closer, working in tandem with me, fucking me just as hard as I’m fucking her.

Her orgasm hits her and she cries out my name. The pressure from her channel gripping me is enough to push me over the edge as well.

For long moments we lay breathing harshly, tangled up together before I pull out of her. Going to the bathroom, I remove the condom before tying it off. As I step to throw it in the trash, I notice something strange, a tinge of red on the condom.

Walking back into the room, I stare at her lying on my bed, covered in nothing more than a sheet. She takes my breath away, but I need to know the truth. Crawling into bed beside her, I pull her onto my chest.

“Was that your first time?” I ask after long moments.

“Yes.”

“You should have told me.”

“Would it have changed anything?”

“I wouldn’t have been so rough. I would have made sure you were ready.” My mind is spiraling thinking of everything I could have done differently.

“It was perfect.” Kaelie presses a kiss on my chest above my heart and smiles. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Chapter Eleven

Matthias Delgado

A door slams and I hear a woman scream. It doesn’t mean much in this neighborhood, but I’m instantly pulled back out of the memory. I stare at the house Kaelie went into and wait another sixty seconds before getting out of my truck. I know she told me to wait for her, but I’m way too paranoid to stay in the truck.

Walking across the lawn I make sure to take in my surroundings, take in anything that could be important. Once I reach the door, I hear people talking inside. Standing completely still, I try to listen to what they are saying.

“Don’t hurt her.” This voice sounds like it belongs to an older woman.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I know this voice, but I can’t immediately place it.

I hear some scuffling and then a baby starts crying. What the fuck is going on here? Trying the door, I find it unlocked and slowly make my way inside. My father is always going on about the importance of me carrying my damn gun. How I need to always be aware of my surroundings and be prepared and capable of protecting myself and my loved ones. He would kick my ass if he saw me right now.

Glancing into the kitchen I see Kaelie lying on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on her forehead. I want to run to her, check that she is okay, but I hear my father’s voice in the back of my mind. “Where is the threat?”

Scanning the rest of the kitchen I see an older version of Kaelie sitting at a small table in the breakfast nook, holding an infant to her chest. She looks terrified as she stares at the last person I expected to find here—Amber. She has a gun as she paces back and forth.

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