Page 179 of False God

She stayed up later than I did last night, visiting with her best friend and her mom, so I didn’t get to do this before bed. I’m surprised I managed to fall asleep without my favorite evening ritual.

I fuck her slow, kissing her in an attempt to swallow the needy moans filling our bedroom and trying to remember what room Conrad put her parents in. I should have suggested they stay in the other wing. I think Crew likes me—at least, he gave me permission to offer Lili the engagement ring hidden in the one corner of my closet her clothes haven’t overtaken—and I’d like it to stay that way.

Lili arches her back, breaking our kiss as her nails dig hard into my back. Her pussy clenches around me, trying to hold my cock inside of her. Trying to pull it deeper.

“So good,” she breathes, hips rocking against mine.

I lace our fingers together and hold our joined hands above her head. Heat is licking up my spine, and I’m rapidly reaching the point where I don’t care who is listening or how they’re related to her.

Our lips brush together again, and then I bite her lower one.

She whimpers, fighting my hold on her hands. “I want to touch you.”

I pound into her harder, the mattress sinking under our combined weight. “Just take it, baby. You take me so fucking well.”

I lost track of the times we’ve had sex a long time ago. But it’s still as addictive as the first hit of her was.

Lili relaxes her arms, her cheek rolling against the pillow and her lips parting as her wet cunt flutters around me.

“More,” she demands, bucking up against me. Her pebbled nipples rub against my chest.

“I’m not bloody stopping,” I assure her, reaching between our bodies and finding the place where she’s stretched around me. Trace the taut, slick skin and then find the swollen bud of her clit. Pinch it.

Lili comes with a cry I’m slow to smother, her grip on my fingers so tight that she’s cutting off circulation at the same time her tight pussy strangles my cock.

My climax goes on and on. My breathing is still heavy when I pull out and lie down beside her.

Lili doesn’t move. I tug her hand down with mine, our connected fingers draped against the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Brush a kiss against her temple.

She sighs contentedly, then glances at me. Her cheeks burn. “We werereallyloud.”

“We can work on being quieter tonight,” I suggest.

She shoves me. “You’re not getting laid until everyone leaves.”

“Sure,” I say, unconcerned, as I climb out of bed.

“I mean it, Charlie.”

“Fine. Then, I’ll kick everyone out after the party.”

Lili throws a pillow at me. It bounces harmlessly off the armchair ten feet away from the bathroom door.

“You missed,” I say cheerfully before shutting the door behind me.

It doesn’t block the sound of her huff.

Chloe and Theo are the only ones downstairs when I enter the dining room.

My graduation from medical school was yesterday afternoon. All of our American visitors flew in yesterday morning, and I’m sure they’re all fighting a serious case of jet lag this morning.

I should have mentioned that to Lili. Maybe I could have talked her into a second round in the shower.

“Morning,” I say, grabbing a scone and taking my usual seat at the head of the table.

Theo looks up from the newspaper he’s reading. “Good morning.”

“No one else is up yet?”

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