Page 25 of Devious Lies

Her skin is a golden tan color, and I don’t know if it’s from being outside or it’s just natural.

I fucking love it.

I love how she looks.

Maria looks soft to the touch. And I am dying to do just that. But I won’t. Not unless she asks me to. She’s been through enough tonight.

Besides, the point I am trying to make is I doubt my button downs can contain her tits.

They’re big. Like more than a handful big, and I have big hands and long fingers.

My dick thumps behind my fly as I imagine squeezing those big beauties.

I hear her moving around in the bathroom and when I turn, I find her looking in the mirror. She’s frowning as she inspects the bandage, but I’m not paying attention to that.

She’s lifted her long hair into a ponytail, and damn, she looks so pretty. And young.

Maybe too young for me.

I don’t know her age. Well, I know what her license says, but for some reason I don’t believe it.

She doesn’t look thirty-one.

It seems everything I think I know about this woman leaves me with another question.

I’m curious. And aroused.

I walk to the bathroom, and she spins to face me.

Maria reaches for the shirt, but I shake my head once.

Then I proceed to dress her.

It’s intimate.

I’m standing close. So close I can see her pulse jump wildly as I glance at the vein throbbing in her neck.

I lick my bottom lip. It’s a natural response. I can’t help it, but I see her eyes widen as she stares at the bottom half of my face.

“Lift your arms,” I tell her, looking down as she complies with my command.

Her breath catches as I tug the soft cotton over her arms and head. I pull the towel she is still clutching to her body away from her, and she sucks in a sharp inhale.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Her bra is made of some sheer black fabric, and it does nothing to hide her big, puckered nipples from me.

I keep pulling the shirt down, but I can’t resist her. My knuckles rub over those hardened nubs. Like dark cherries. And she utters a tiny mewling sound.

My cock is practically screaming at me to do something. So I do.

I cup my hand behind her neck and I pull her to me.

“W-what?—”

But that’s all I allow her to say. I fuse my lips to her and crush them beneath mine.

This kiss isn’t soft.

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