Page 99 of Devious Lies

But we both know that’s a lie.

“Give it to me, Maria. That’s mine,” I tell her.

Her eyes go even wider.

But I know she likes it. Her pussy is still spasming. Her breasts are jiggling. And I can’t decide which I like better.

She’s struggling against my hands. I know she likes to touch me. But I won’t loosen my grip.

Not this time.

I need to control her. To stamp myself all over her.

I need to, to own her.

I slam my cock into her, and the sound is so wet.

The slapping of flesh is, well, it’s loud.

Her arousal is dripping down to my balls, letting me slide deep, so fucking deep.

All of it is just so loud. So filthy. So fucking mine.

I reach between us, and I pinch her clit, and fuck, yes, her pussy squeezes me.

Now, she’s coming again.

But this time, she sucks the load right out of my dick with her hot little slit.

I let it happen. I let her give me some of that joy she seems to carry around like extra pocket change.

And I take it all in.

Her sounds.

Her softness.

Her tastes.

The way she takes my pierced cock, and no, I’m not being conceited, but it’s big and it’s thick, and she fits me like a goddamn glove.

I take it all in and I let her surround me.

I sink into her welcoming flesh. Her pussy spasms, fluttering all around me.

And I join her in erotic bliss, filling her with so much hot cum it trickles down her thighs.

And as I raise my head to watch, my heart squeezes.

Maria is lying there, glistening with sweat, sticky white fluid smearing across her skin.

And she looks more beautiful than ever.

She looks like mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE-MARIA

There’s a long scar slashed across Luc’s back. I trace it with light fingers.

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