Page 98 of Devious Lies

And I do.

Fuck, yes, I do.

“You’re so hungry for my dick, aren’t you? Tell me again whose pussy this is,” I demand as I keep squeezing her sweet ass, teasing her forbidden hole with my pinky.

I want to fuck her there.

Soon.

I want my cum leaking out of every hole. Every inch of her needs to be mine.

“Always, Luc. I always want you. Yours. My pussy is all yours,” she moans the words and lifts her hands up to her hair.

It’s wild now. No more color depositing shampoo or conditioner. It’s a million shades of brown and gold and red, and it is fantastic.

Just like every inch of her.

My dick throbs, my balls tighten.

I feel every barbell roll as she slides up and down, gripping my cock with her snug channel.

Maria rocks her hips faster, chasing her orgasm.

And I am a goner.

She grunts and drops her hands to my chest. Her almond eyes are lust glazed and so fucking sexy.

“Luc, I’m gonna,” she moans.

I am so fucking lucky.

This woman is all mine. She sees all of me. Every dark shadow and blood-stained inch. And she loves it.

She loves me.

And I love her.

Just as she comes, I flip her onto her back. I pin her hands above her head, and I pound into her.

Her cunt tightens, and her eyes are wide as she moans long and loud.

“Luuuc!”

I should be gentler. I should be sweet with her. She’s new to this. To sex. To me.

I shouldn’t go so hard.

But I’m not in control anymore. I’m like a fucking animal for her.

My viper is in charge now, and the beast is out to claim his woman.

That creature I keep tightly wound has slithered all the way to the surface.

And he’s a possessive bastard.

“Give it to me, Baby Girl. Gimme another,” I demand.

“I-I can’t.”

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