Page 55 of Devious Lies

Maybe we should stop apologizing for who we are and what we look like.

I mean, I don’t think I need to beg for masculine attention. And I don’t think anyone should have to.

I certainly won’t say sorry cause I have a fat ass, a soft belly, and big tits. It’s just how I’m made.

For fuck’s sake, big girls need love, too.

For some of us, that means poetry and flowers.

And for others, it means we want to be swept off our feet.

Literally.

And preferably right before being fucked so hard we can’t walk right for a few days.

Luc’s big, pierced cock did a number on me. But maybe that was because it was my first time.

He was so tender and careful afterwards, I didn’t mind at all.

In fact, all week long, I’ve missed it.

Him.

I have missed him.

Besides, I’m not a virgin now. And I can’t wait for him to stretch me again.

“Tried to give you time to heal. I stayed away because I didn’t want to tear up this hot little slit,” he grunts as he tosses me on the bed.

Luc flips me onto my belly, and I moan. His hands are on me, He’s tracing the rips in my jeans.

Suddenly, I feel something sharp, and I yelp.

“Did you just spank me?”

My pussy clenches. Moisture pools there, and I am stunned.

Do I like this? Should I?

It feels dirty.

But also good.

Very good.

Even better when he does it again and again, following each spank with a tender rubbing that leaves me begging for more.

“Luc,” I beg, and I’m not sure I know what I am begging for.

“Wearing these fucking jeans. Showing everyone my ass. This is my ass, isn’t it Baby Girl?”

Luc growls.

Motherfucking growls.

Like a beast.

And I am so turned on, I can barely think, much less speak.

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