Page 22 of Pitiful Lies

CHAPTER SIX-ANGEL

After a few solid hours of sleep, I wake up with Sisi in my arms and my hands inside her clothes.

Even deep in my slumber I want this woman.

She smells so good. Like cinnamon apple pie. My fucking favorite.

She’s so warm and sweet. I slide my hand lower, past her soft curls, parting her slick lips, and I groan deep in my throat when I find what I’ve been searching for.

Goddamn.

Little Doll’s cunt is so fucking soaked. And it’s all for me. I know I shouldn’t touch her when she isn’t awake yet, but that doesn’t stop me.

Giselle is trying to deny whatever this is between us, but I won’t let her. This is one where I plan on winning. And yeah, I’ll fight dirty if I have to.

She moans and I swear my eyes go crossed. Her pussy is sucking my fingers in, begging me to go deeper, and I oblige.

She is so good. So fucking slick.

Hot.

Tight.

Wet.

Perfect.

And mine.

I’m so goddamn hard I can’t help but rub my dick on her ass while I finger fuck her into her wakefulness.

I know the second her eyes open, and I hold myself still, waiting for her to acknowledge me and the effect I have on her.

Poor Little Doll.

Her cunt pulses around me, and I know she wants it. She’s starved for it.

For me.

That last part is important. Fireworks seem to go off inside my body every time I am with this woman, and I’m fucking positive she feels the same.

I won’t even entertain the idea anyone else has touched her since she took off for Florida. If I do, I’ll go crazy.

Instead of dwelling on those dark thoughts, I think about the soft woman in my arms.

“Fuck, Koukla, you’re so goddamn wet. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” I say, plunging my fingers into her pussy.

She arches her back, allowing me to slide in deeper and pressing that sweet ass of hers against my cock.

I am ready to blow.

“Tell me, Koukla, or I’ll stop,” I tell her, biting her on the neck.

I love that spot. And how she reacts whenever I nip and suck on the sweet skin there.

Her pussy clenches. I pluck her nipple with my other hand but force myself to loosen my hold. I need her to say those words before I go any farther.

I think she’s going to let me go and I want to howl in defeat, but at the last moment she clutches my wrist and I fucking grin.

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