Page 41 of Devious Lies

Luc’s cock is enormous, thick, and long, and it’s fucking pierced.

The barbells and jewelry sort of resemble the head of a snake. The silver balls strategically place to look like eyes, mimicking the markings all across the tattoo.

It’s sexy as fuck.

Powerful.

Menacing.

Mine.

That’s a dangerous thought, but I can’t help it.

Suddenly, I am very jealous of anyone else who might have seen him this way.

“Get over here, Little Girl,” he commands, and his voice is so gritty and rough.

I like it.

I like it a lot.

I bite my lip. My pussy clenches again.

Moisture is dripping down my thighs, but I walk to him.

I’m completely naked and I know I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t.

I’m jiggly and soft. My stomach is not like his.

He’s all curved muscle and power.

My look is more like she should have skipped dessert.

But I don’t.

And I won’t.

I like food. I won’t apologize for it. Some people are just chubby.

Nerves threaten to take over, and my second step falters. It’s not the fancy rug he has covering the polished wood floors.

It’s me.

I should probably tell him I’ve never done this, but I don’t.

Because if I do, I worry he might stop.

And I don’t want him to stop.

I might not be as pretty as him to look at. But I’m cuddly. And I want him.

I lift my gaze, and I look at him. I suck in a breath because no one has ever looked at me like that.

With abject hunger.

Such blatant need.

My pulse doubles.

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