Page 85 of Devious Lies

And it feels great.

I don’t know how I missed it when he kissed me before. But yeah, I sort of did.

His kisses are always intense, but before he was just driving that talented tongue down my throat and all I could feel was full.

So full.

He completes me in ways I didn’t know I needed. And he fucks me like he was born to do it.

God, I love him so much.

Luc licks me just right, circling my clit with the metal ball at the top of his tongue.

He tugs on my hips, and I start to move, following his silent direction while he eats me like a man who’s been starving for weeks.

He fucks me with his mouth like he’s desperate for me and I have never felt more desired.

I pull his hair, moaning as I start to come.

My orgasm slams into me and I am hardly aware as he flips me over, shoves his pants down, and fills me with his beautiful dick.

He laces our fingers together, his silver eyes burning into mine, and he starts to move.

“Fuck. Baby Girl. So tight. So wet,” he groans, then he kisses me.

His eyes are open and so are mine. I don’t want to miss a single moment of our coming together.

I know I am new to this. To sex. But every time with Luc, it just gets better.

My heart is thumping so loudly I wonder if he can hear it.

“That’s it. Let me in. Fuck. Christ.”

He is on his knees now, and he’s pulled me with him, so my ass is resting on his thighs as he drives into me, pounding into my needy pussy.

“Not close enough,” he growls, then he withdraws and flips me onto my belly.

Luc lifts my hips, I’m still trying to catch my breath, but I can’t.

He slams into me from behind, then wraps one hand around my throat and the other around my waist as he lifts me up, so I am mimicking his stance.

“Luc!” I shout, feeling him so deep, I swear he must be hitting my goddamn soul.

“That’s it. Scream for me,” he says.

And as the most explosive orgasm I have ever felt sends me tumbling into oblivion, I do.

I scream.

“LUC!”

Eons later, I blink my eyes and realize I must have passed out. Luc is missing from the bed, but he’s draped a sheet over my body, and I smile.

He is so careful with me.

The central air conditioner is turned up, and it is blasting through the vents. I am chilly without his big body surrounding me, so I snuggle into the sheet.

I know I should get up, but I don’t want to. My body feels deliciously sore, and I’m still caught somewhere between dream and reality.

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