Page 55 of Burning Your Lies

She wraps her legs around me, and then my entire length is swallowed by her greedy cunt. Her head falls back and she sighs. “More,” she pants.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” I kiss her neck all the way down to her tits. I suck on the skin, enjoying the way her legs tighten around me. They feel like a heavy cloud when it’s about to rain.

She pulls the fabric to the side and frees them. “Suck them,” she begs.

Never one to disappoint, I pull the hard nipple into my mouth and suck hard. I feast on it like it’s my last meal. My mouth is on every part of her skin it can find. She tastes divine and I can’t get enough.

She grips my shoulders. “Let me ride you.” She unwraps her legs and pushes me away. “Sit.”

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip as I follow her direction and take a seat on the steps. I pull her onto my lap and flick my cock over her clit. “How desperate are you?” Pressing her against me, my lips find her ears. “My personal horny stripper. Do you miss it? Do you miss having men fawn over the pussy you tease them with?”

She grinds against my shaft. “Do we need to go to this party?” She rubs her clit against my balls. “Your balls are so heavy. The way they’re rubbing against my clit is going to make me come.”

I grip her hips and stop her from moving. “You’re too greedy.” I lower her back onto me and grip her tighter. “I love using this pussy. I love when you beg me to fuck you like a fucking slut. Always so ready. Always so tight.” My hips lift as I fuck her to my orgasm.

Savannah is in pure oblivion, as she rides me like a pro. Her skin shines with sweat as she moves. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back and mouth opened as she works herself to an orgasm.

“Grind that pussy on me,” I groan.

With my entire length in her, she rocks back and forth. This is my favourite view of her. Pleasure holding her hostage. Marks of my love scattered over her neck and breasts. The fabric of her dress pooled on either side of her as she spreads her legs and gives me a pleasure no other man will know of.

“Can I come?”

I spank her ass and fuck her again. “Do you want my load in your mouth so you can taste me all night or in your pussy so you can feel me all night?”

“Fill me,” she begs.

I hold her in place as I explode inside her. I feel her walls throb as she comes on me. There is nothing more exquisite than the feeling of our arousal mixing.

Savannah lets out a satisfied sigh. “We are so late.” She unwillingly lifts herself off of me and stands up. She shifts the middle panel, covering her modesty, to the side and bares her pussy to me. “Look at how swollen and pink it is,” she laughs. Her eyes latch onto my softening cock. With a grin, she kneels on the ground and runs her tongue up the length of it.

“You want round two?” I muse.

She sucks the tip before taking the length down her throat. When it twitches, she chuckles and releases it. “Just cleaning up like a dutiful housewife.” She stands up. “Tuck yourself in, sunshine.”

I can’t help but laugh at her pun. “Are you dripping?” As much as it would turn me on, I don’t think we need to get kicked out of the event.

“You came so deep inside me, I can feel it in my stomach.”

I groan at the words. “Good. Let’s go before I drag you to bed.”

“Who was that on the phone?”

I keep my face blank. “When?”

Her perfectly shaped brow arches. “Just before I came downstairs.”

Not knowing how much she heard, I shake my head. “Nobody important.”

For a second I worry she’s going to keep firing questions at me. Her gaze houses suspicion, but she simply shrugs. “If it’s another woman, I’m going to kill you both.”

Her jealousy has a chuckle slipping out. “Green looks spectacular on you, Mrs Ray-Hayes.”

Savannah rolls her eyes at the double meaning and stands in front of the mirror to straight out her dress. She halts. Her fingers run over her skin. “What the hell? Hickeys?” she screeches. “Are we twelve?”

I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. Taking her left hand in mine, I rest it on her chest. I kiss one mark of my love. “These are so they know your body belongs to me. And these?” I kiss her rings. “These are so they know your heart belongs to me.”

The charity event is in full swing. The attendees are sipping champagne and mingling while I mindlessly watch Savannah and Francesca at the bar. The two women are laughing loud enough for me to hear over the live orchestra.

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