Page 68 of One Sweet Lie

Wanting to please him, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

“Fuck…” He groaned and tensed as I sucked him in and out of my mouth. He threaded his fingers through my hair as my head bobbed back and forth, but then he gently pushed me back.

“We have all weekend for that,” he said, rolling on the condom.

Positioning his chest against mine, he stared into my eyes and slid into me, thick inch by thick inch.

When he was buried deep, he pressed a chaste kiss against my lips.

“I promised to show you I could fuck you better than I danced,” he whispered, and then he pulled out and thrust back into me with so much force I screamed.

I grabbed his back as he fucked me harder and harder with every stroke, giving me what I never knew I needed.

“Fuckkk…” I stared into his eyes, and he smiled wickedly at me—knowing that I was enjoying every single second of this.

There was no point in pretending otherwise.

I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin.

My wood floor scraped my back with Pierce’s every stroke, serving me a hint of pain with Pierce’s unbearable pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good, Harlow,” he whispered against my mouth. “I’ve wanted to feel you since I first fucking saw you…”

“Me too…” I managed. “Me too…”

My pussy throbbed in pleasurable agony as he pressed a kiss against my chest, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the building pressure between my legs for too much longer.

The trembling started in my legs and slowly spread all over, rendering me completely useless.

“Ah, ahhhh, Pierceeee!” I screamed his name as I reached my second orgasm of the night.

He stiffened right after me, gripping my hips.

“Harlow…” He breathed, staring into my eyes.

We remained entwined on my floor for several moments, neither of us saying a word.

“You’re perfect, Harlow.” Pierce kissed my cheek before slowly pulling out of me. He took off the condom and began redressing.

“You’re leaving?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “So are you.”

He helped me to my feet and smoothed my hair into place.

“We have the condo to ourselves for a few days, so we’re about to make use of every room.” He picked up my pants from my sleeping mat and held them out for me.

“I’m shocked you actually own a pair of these,” he said.

I blushed and picked up my tattered panties, but he grabbed them and tucked them into his pocket.

“You won’t need those,” he said. “The pants are only temporary, so don’t bother zipping them.”

I put them on one leg at a time, and he picked up my purse while I buttoned my top.

“Do you need to bring anything else from here with you?” he asked.

“No.”

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