Page 64 of Pitiful Lies

Not ever.

“Fuck. You’re so tight,” I growl, notching my leaking tip inside of her.

Giselle moans and the sound is low and deep as I push my dick inside her tight asshole, past the first ring of muscles.

“Fuck.”

I freeze, not sure how far to go. But Giselle, well, she takes the reins from my hands. It’s like even though I know she’s never done this, she wants it so badly, wants me so badly, she breathes through the discomfort and relaxes her sweet fucking body.

The victory of it roars inside my soul. And I want to echo it, but I can’t lose control. I have to be sure to please my Little Doll. To make this as perfect for her as she’s making it for me.

“Angel,” she says my name, and it sounds like a prayer spilling from her lips.

She lowers her head and relaxes her body, pressing back, taking me deeper.

I won’t lie. I’ve done this before. But with women who did this shit on the daily. Not with anyone like her.

I feel like a fucking virgin as I take her sweet ass. And she is the perfect woman to help me through it. Giselle isn’t shy like I expect her to be. She takes what she needs, and I am so fucking proud of her.

Proud that she is so confident. So damn sexy. And so fucking proud to be the one she chooses.

“That’s it, Koukla. Keep rocking that ass back into me. Take everything you need. Everything you want. I got it all for you,” I tell her, praising her and running my hands over her shoulders, her back, her ass.

I find her clit again, and I squeeze the tight nubbin. Her moans and pants urge me on. Now, I am moving with her, filling her ass, my balls slapping against the backs of her thighs.

“Gonna come. Oh, God! I’m gonna come,” she cries out, and I am so right there with her.

Her back arches just as my cock explodes, and I groan long and hard as I fill her with hot ropes of cum until it’s dripping down my balls and both our thighs.

After some minutes, I pull out of her slowly and note her wince.

Shit.

Was I too rough? Fuck.

I frown and smooth my hands down her back soothingly.

“Are you okay?” I ask, dropping quick kisses on her soft skin.

“I am so okay,” Giselle replies, and a deep exhale leaves her parted lips.

Her cheeks are all pink and she is breathless. She looks so damn good.

Deliciously dirty.

Well-fucked.

Happy.

My heart stops when she turns to look at me over her shoulder with a naughty grin on her face.

Mine. She looks like mine.

I feel so damn full of emotion, near to bursting. The least of which is not possessive. Sisi is a free spirit, but she is my free spirit.

I’m obsessed. Devoted. Totally fixated on this woman.

Goddamn.

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