Page 97 of Devious Lies

I’m on tenterhooks waiting for her to tell me what I already know.

This woman was made for me. I own her.

Just like she owns me. And it feels so good to admit that, even if only to myself. I’ll tell her, too.

One day.

I watch as her eyes glaze over, and she parts her kiss stung lips.

“Yours, Luc. All yours.”

Dark, scary thoughts fill my head at the thought of anyone else even looking at her with intent.

Maria is right. She’s all mine.

“That’s it, Baby. Keep going.”

I lay back, enjoying the view of my woman riding my dick.

She is so, so thick.

I love how she feels. I can’t get enough of touching her.

So curvy.

So soft.

She’s got all this smooth bronze skin, and in the dim light it glitters like gold. I want to pierce her.

Maybe her nipples. Or that pretty little clit.

Fuck, my balls squeeze just imagining it. Of course, I’d be the one to do it. No one else sees my girl naked.

Not unless they have a death wish.

Her big thighs squeeze my hips, and I groan, sitting up so I can touch more of her.

“Close, Luc,” she tells me.

My Baby Girl is, she’s vocal.

She tells me everything she feels.

How full my cock feels, stretching her tight cunt.

The way my piercings roll and stroke deep inside her.

How much she likes it when I whisper filthy things to her.

“That’s it, Baby. Keep fucking me till you get off. Let me watch you come,” I tell her, and I grab onto her ass.

Fuck, her ass is perfection. Her softness welcomes me. I knead it as I suck her nipple into my mouth.

Definitely getting her a nipple ring, I tell myself.

Maria is a thing of pure beauty.

Like a goddess, come to earth just for me to worship.

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