Page 13 of Lie With Me

My legs wrap around his waist as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts in all the way to his base. The earlier orgasm he gave me makes it easy, and my eyes roll back in my head as I feel my walls grip every inch of him.

“Oh my god.” I run my hands up his arms, leaving light red marks with my nails.

Biting his lip, he lets out a shuddered breath and says, “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

As he pulls his hips back slowly, he reaches beneath mine to lift them before thrusting back in at a deeper angle. My back arches as he adjusts his weight on his knees, still deep inside me, and drags me into his lap like I weigh nothing. My body bends as my hands fall to grip the bed beneath me.

“I could watch my cock disappear into this beautiful pussy all day long. Look at how well you stretch around me.”

“Fuck, keep talking like that,” I tell him as his warm hands skim up my body to my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs.

“Yeah? Come here, baby. Watch how good your pussy swallows my cock.” Again, he lifts me, balancing me on his hips as he widens his legs to support our position.

Coiling a hand in his hair, I lean back as he continues to thrust up into me, looking down at where we’re joined. “Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

Why the fuck did that woman leave this man?

I could come just from hearing him talk like this. He’s in total control of my body, and I’m willingly letting it happen. Sex has been a job for so long that I forgot how much I enjoyed letting a man completely ravish me.

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” I whisper, reaching up to grab his other shoulder as I ride him. Rolling my hips, I can feel him deeper, stroking that sweet spot inside.

“Yeah? Does my girl want to come again?” His thrusts pick up, and with the way I’m riding him back, he’s barely pulling out, hitting that spot repeatedly.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, forcing me to look down at him as I nod, pushing our sweaty foreheads together before he kisses me. The arm that’s braced around my lower back tenses as his tongue licks the length of mine. My walls start to flutter, that delicious shiver starting in my spine and creeping down into my toes as my orgasm crests.

He swallows my cry as I come so hard I bite down on his lower lip. But instead of pulling back, he lets out a loud, satisfied groan and grips me tighter as he snaps his hips a few more times before he comes, too.

We continue to kiss. My fingers tightening in hishair as I lick his lower lip. It’s already beginning to swell, and I’m surprised I didn’t break the skin.

“I could stay buried in you until I get hard again, but we need another condom,” he murmurs against my lips.

Pathetically, I whimper as he pulls out of me and lowers me back to the bed.

“Don’t worry.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “After a glass of wine, I plan to make you come on my tongue again before round two.”

Ken gets off the bed, removing the condom while he watches me stretch out on my side and prop my head up on my hand. “How are you still single? It’s like I won the sex lottery. How did I get so lucky tonight?”

He chuckles and leans down to press a simple kiss to my lips. “You’ve been a very good girl.”

Heading out to the kitchen, still naked, he pauses at the threshold and throws a wink over his shoulder. “And good girls get rewarded.”

I awaken to the heavy smell of sex and Ken’s minty citrus scent—my body deliciously sore in all the right places.

True to his word, Ken rewarded me over and over and over again throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning. Between rounds, wesipped wine naked and even took a shower together, where he fucked me against the marble-tiled wall.

It was both the best and worst night of my life.

This is exactly why I don’t sleep with men outside of my job. It’s too easy to get attached, and what man wants to date someone who has sex for money?

But what woman would walk away fromthis?

The clock on the nightstand reads seven in the morning. Tangerine rays filter through the large windows, casting a glow over Ken’s serene face. He’s lying on his back, the sheet barely covering his lower body, head turned in my direction as he sleeps.

I’m on my stomach, arms wrapped around the most comfortable pillow I’ve ever laid my head on. Thankfully, we didn’t wrap around each other in our sleep. It makes it much easier to sneak out this way.

Ken doesn’t budge as I slip out of the bed, grab my bra, and tiptoe to the living room for the rest of my clothes. Once I’m dressed, I think about leaving him a note, thanking him for a wonderful evening.

But it won’t matter. So I don’t.

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