Page 46 of Tell Me Lies

Finally, I let his dick fall from my mouth, my face turning into a pouty expression. “It’s your birthday, dammit. This chapter is supposed to be all about my female character giving to the guy. And now, you’re messing it all up!”

His gaze stays on mine for a moment, and like usual, I have no idea what could possibly come from his mouth next. He’s a bit of a wild card.

Suddenly, he gives me a devilish smirk. “Boston, you should know by now, watching you come is the greatest gift you could ever give me.” His eyes narrow. “You know what’s better than watching you come?”

Unsure, I say nothing back.

“Tastingit,” he utters. He sits on the bed, lying down until he’s flat on his back. “Sit on my face while you suck my cock, Mace. That way, that slutty mouth can get what it wants—a mouthful of cum. And that greedy pussy can get my tongue shoved inside it.”

Pushing to my feet, within seconds, I situate my body until I’m hovering above him, but when it comes time for me to lower myself … I freeze. “I’m not really that light,” I mutter. “Thick thighs and all that …”

“Woman, it’s my motherfucking birthday, and all I want is for you to sit right on my face and let me eat my last birthday meal,” he growls. “So, put that pussy on my face.Now.”

Gripping my hips, he pulls me down onto his mouth. And the moment his tongue touches me, I lurch forward and take him into my mouth, letting him slip in and out erratically. As good as his mouth feels—and let’s face it; it feels incredible—it’s making it extremely hard for me to suck him the way I know he deserves.

My hips involuntarily roll, bucking against his face. He doesn’t seem to mind as he grips my waist, digging his fingertips into my flesh and flicking his tongue against me, making me more soaked.

I lean forward further, and he jerks his hips upward, thrusting his incredibly hard length down my throat.

“Fuck. Yes. Keep sucking on my cock, just like that,” he grunts from between my legs. “Just. Like. That.”

Suddenly, his tongue slips further back, grazing my ass, and I pull upward, trying to get away. He’s too strong though, and he slams me back down onto his lips and does it all over again before burying his tongue deeper inside my heat.

I somehow feel him everywhere. Every cell in my body is at his mercy because what he’s doing feels so damn good. Not to mention, having his steel cock sliding in and out of my mouth makes it all even hotter.

“Bounce on my face, sweet thing,” he growls. “Give this greedy little pussy what it wants.”

Once again, I’m afraid to hurt him. I’m average in size, but my thighs are far from toothpicks—something my ex liked to mention a lot.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Boston,” his husky voice grunts. “Ride my fucking face while you keep my cock between those lips. Let my tongue destroy this pussy while I fuck that throat.”

My hips begin rolling faster and faster, and my ass bounces against his face. His tongue slides back again, but this time, I don’t fight it. His hips lift over and over, gagging me with each thrust, but I take it. No, I love it.

I moan against his cock, knowing I’m about to spiral, about to fly off the ledge and lose myself. He feels it, too, because his tongue quickly works slower and deeper. Like he knows that’s what I need without me having to tell him.

Just as my body tingles and a feeling of pure euphoria floods my entire being, his salty seed shoots into the back of my throat with a jerk of his hips, and I swallow all he gives me, hungrily ready for more.

“Good girl,” he utters, still twitching. “Now, be an even better one and lick my cock clean.”

I swirl my tongue around his tip one last time before pulling back.

He moans out a low growl. “Such a good fucking girl, Boston,” he praises me, making my insides quiver once again. He reaches up and gives my hair a little tug. “So good for me.”

Scooching off of him, I look at him bashfully, like I didn’t just hump his face while I had his length in my mouth.

I keep my arm around Maci’s body, holding her close to me. For the first time since becoming a dad, I’m not rushing a woman out of my bed. In fact, I don’t want her to leave right now. Most hookups I’ve had were strictly out of pure need to get off, but the second we both came, I couldn’t get away from them quick enough. Of course, I’d never make it noticeable that being around someone intimately made my skin crawl. I don’t ever want to hurt anyone’s feelings, especially a female. But it’s different with Maci, and it’s starting to freak me the fuck out.

“I hope you had a good birthday, Mr. Sterns,” she murmurs against my abdomen.

I mindlessly run my fingers through her hair before skating them down the flesh of her back. “Spaghetti that tasted just like my mama’s used to, my favorite cake, pictures of me and Amelia, and you in my jersey?” I pause, my grin growing. “And then I got to end the night with my dick in your mouth and my tongue inside of you?” I give her back a pat. “Yeah, Boston, it was a pretty damn good birthday, I’d say.”

“Good,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my flesh. “I won’t lie; I was scared to make the sauce. I was nervous that I’d butcher her recipe. I wanted to do it justice.”

“It was perfect, Boston. I mean that,” I tell her, meaning every word. “Kind of felt like she was here again, to be honest. And that felt pretty damn good.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she says softly. “Sounds like she was a pretty incredible woman.”

A slight pain spreads through my chest as her words sink in. Talking about my mom is something I try to do with Amelia—after all, she’s named after my mother—but, fuck, it hurts.

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