Page 32 of Tell Me Lies

“Listen to me—and make sure you listen good because this’d better make it into that book.” I move my hands to her legs, gripping the soft skin slightly. “I fucking love the way you look. You’re gorgeous. And most of all, you’re real.”

I take hold of the fabric again, this time holding it in the middle of her chest with two hands before I give it a good yank. The shirt is torn down the center, and I push it back off of her shoulders so that she’s only in her bra and panties.

Her mouth hangs open in shock. “Logan!” she says, glancing down at the shirt.

“What can I say? This is what you’ve done to me, Maci. You look so good that I can’t help but tear your clothes off, and my cock is giving you a standing ovation.” I wave toward my erection.

Reaching around her, I unclasp her bra and let it fall. For a second, her hands cup her tits, but when I shoot her a glare, she slowly sets them at her sides.

“Fucking A, baby. Your tits are perfect. Just like I knew they would be.” Leaning forward, I bring one nipple into my mouth, sucking on it before I pull back and move to the next. Pushing them together, I position my face between them and look up. “You know, the only way they’d look better is if they were dripping with my cum.” I smirk. “We might have to arrange that.”

Plopping into the seat, I run my hand across her collarbone, between her tits, past her stomach, and stop at her panties.

“Absolutely soaked,” I praise, brushing my fingertips against the fabric before roughly pushing it to the side.

As I work a finger inside her, she moans. I bring it in and out a few times before, suddenly, I can’t take it anymore. I need a better look. Yanking the panties down, I let them fall to the floor before I grip the tops of her legs and spread them apart.

My dick is already rock hard, pushing against the seam of my jeans, begging to be unleashed. But this isn’t about me. It’s about her and the release that she so desperately needs. I can give it to her.

Iwantto give it to her.

“Just look at that pretty pussy. So perfect and wet.” I suck in a breath through my teeth, keeping my body planted in the seat right between her legs. “Damn it, you are fucking perfect.”

Bringing two fingers to her lips, I press them roughly inside of her mouth. “Spit, Boston. Get my fingers nice and wet, just like your pussy is.”

She does as told, but not before she brings them into her mouth, sucking them in and making me fucking insane as I imagine those lips wrapped around my dick.

Once she’s swirled her tongue around the length of my fingers, leaving them good and wet, I take them from her mouth, bring them between her thighs, and shove them inside of her heat.

Her pussy wraps around my skin like a fucking glove. Greedy and completely drenched. Her eyes gaze down at my hand as her teeth bite down on her bottom lip, damn near drawing blood.

As my fingers work back and forth, I take my thumb and grind it against her clit.

“Logan,” she whimpers. “Ah …”

Her hips thrust harder into my hand, jerking from the desk slightly.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my fingers so good,” I praise her, shifting my eyes from hers to my fingers. Because truly,everything about her is a sight to behold right now, and my eyes don’t know where the fuck to look, scared of missing something.

“Tell me, beautiful girl, are you going to take my cock as good as you’re taking these fingers?” I pump harder, rubbing circles with the pad of my thumb, making her whimper.

“Yes …” she barely chokes out.

“That’s right; you will. I can’t wait to bend you over this desk and drive my cock so far inside of you that you’re sore the next day. Every time you feel that pain, you’ll know it was me that did it to you.”

Her heat begins to squeeze tightly around my fingers, and I feel her pulsating, making me wish it were my dick she was coming on instead. “You want that too, don’t you? You want my dick inside of you just as badly as you wanted these fingers.”

“Yes,” she whimpers loudly, giving me the green light.

Hell yes.

She moans loudly, angling her face to the ceiling and arching her back, making her tits poke out more. I swear my brain goes fuzzy at the image of her coming.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I finger-fuck her through her orgasm, wanting her to give me every ounce. I need her completely spent. And fulfilled.

Once she finally relaxes, sucking in a few shaky breaths, I gently take my fingers from her and stand.

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