Page 74 of Devious Lies

Christ, I am so damn wet.

“Godfuckingdamn, Baby Girl. Get up, bend over.”

He drags me up with his hand on my hair and slams his lips to mine before practically shoving me as he turns and positions me across his desk.

Luc lifts my skirt, and I moan.

“You left the house in that?” he groans, and I smile with my face pressed against his beautiful waterfall desk.

I know what he sees. I am wearing a pair of mesh and lace backless panties. Basically, my entire ass is on display, but you can see a band of lace around my waist and some elastic by my thighs.

And there’s a little bow right on top, and if he chooses, well, Luc can slide his dick right inside me without having to tear them off or anything.

Okay, so the story behind them is I bought them at a coworker’s lingerie party a couple of years ago when I was living in Maryland.

No, I have never worn them before. I never had a reason to.

And I swear, I was not going to buy them, but the woman selling them had this impressive speech about lingerie being empowering for women.

She said something about how women can project a more confident demeanor if we felt more confident from the inside out.

Lingerie can change your life.

Her words, not mine.

I never thought it was possible before. But I must admit. Ever since I put them on, I’ve felt different.

Sexy.

Desired.

Powerful.

But Luc’s groan is enough to make me feel ten times better than I did before.

“Fuck, Baby Girl. Look at that ass. Goddamn,” he grunts.

His big rough hands are squeezing and kneading my flesh. I moan, pushing back when I feel his fingers delve between my dripping folds.

“So wet. So fucking hot,” he murmurs.

Luc is running his digits through my slick, pressing them against my asshole.

I gasp.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you everywhere,” he groans, notching his dick just inside my entrance.

It’s only been hours, not days, since we fucked. Just that morning, in fact.

But this time, Luc knows the truth about me.

This time, there are no lies. Only us.

He flexes his hips, driving that decked out dick of his all the way inside me. And I feel it all.

Every barbell and ball.

Every inch of his monster cock’s girth.

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