Page 56 of Devious Lies

So, I nod.

But that isn’t good enough.

He spanks me again.

“I asked you a question. Is this my ass?”

“Y-yes. Yours,” I whimper, and he rewards me by pressing the hard bar of his cock against the denim.

Fuck. I want him so badly.

“That’s right. It’s mine. All of you is mine.”

He goes back to rubbing the bottom of my ass cheek, where that strategically placed tear reveals my flesh.

Then I feel his hands snake around to my fly. He pops the button and drags down the zipper.

Luc undresses me quickly. Then he flips me over again and my chest is heaving as he pulls the tank top over my head.

“So fucking perfect,” he says.

My legs are clenched tightly together, but he is having none of that. With two hands on the soft, squishy flesh of my inner thighs, Luc pushes.

He wrenches them open, revealing my glistening sex.

I’m—I’m embarrassed. But I am turned on.

His steel gaze turns to molten silver as he just stares at me.

I am fully aware I am completely naked, and Luc is fully dressed.

Somehow, that makes it hotter.

“You keep those legs open, Baby Girl. That’s it,” he says, and his voice is so deep.

Rough with lust.

Savage with need.

And I know just how he feels.

I drop my legs wider.

I welcome him.

I need him.

Whatever he wants from me, I will give it to him.

Because even though I’m a liar about some aspects of my life, I am not a liar about this.

I belong to Luc Batiste.

His chest rumbles, and he says things to me. Filthy, dirty things about what he wants to do.

“Fuck, Baby Girl. Look at your dripping cunt. So fucking wet, aren’t you? That dusky pink is so dark, so pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he grunts, and I feel his need down to my toes.

Luc is so, so big.

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