Page 71 of False God

“Yeah, you can. Your cunt takes me so well.”

I pull out, the latex shiny with her arousal. I swipe two fingers through the wetness, mesmerized by the feel of the slippery glide. She’ssowet. Literally dripping. Swollen and needy and desperate for me.

Her pussy tightens as I circle it, like she’s trying to pull my fingers inside. Frantic for something to fill her again.

Blood roars in my ears as my dick jerks, just as eager.

I shove two fingers inside of her. Lili chants my name as she writhes on the mattress, trying to force my fingers deeper. She moans when I curl them, hiking one leg higher.

“You want to come again?” I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice, roughened and hardened by the basest of instincts.

“Yes,” she breathes, nodding wildly.

She’s unraveling. Rather than victorious, I can feel the threads of my own control fraying like an invisible string is tying my arousal to hers. If she’s falling, I want to jump too.

Holding off becomes physically impossible.

I replace my fingers with my cock, shoving into her with one harsh stroke. I revert to rough, deep thrusts, hammering into her with enough force that the bedsprings and the headboard both protest. It just fuels me to pump faster, stuffing her full with each shove, barely remembering to hold some of my weight off of her.

Lili comes with a loud cry, spasming around me in a tight fist that squeezes the cum right out of my balls. My cock swells as my climax goes on and on, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost painful.

My breathing matches my racing heart when I withdraw, reaching for a tissue on the table next to the headboard and crumpling it around the used condom before collapsing back onto the bed. I can feel my pulse everywhere—the tips of my fingers and the tip of my dick—as the sweat on my skin starts to cool.

Fuck, that was good.

Lili looks as dazed as I feel. She hasn’t moved since I pulled out, still sprawled in the same vulnerable position.

My head is blissfully empty, my body temporarily sated. I’m enveloped by a sensation of peace, the same escape I get from standing on the edge of a cliff or riding around Newcastle. I didn’t know it was possible to find this feeling anywhere else. I’ve never associated it with the physical satisfaction of sex before.

Lili’s head rolls my way a couple of minutes later. Or maybe it’s been hours. Days. I’m not exactly counting seconds right now.

Her blue eyes appear amazed, which fuels the satisfied glow in my chest. Lili’s looking at me like I’m a god, and I’ll happily become her personal deity.

She says nothing. Neither do I. We just stare at each other, rapid pants transitioning to even inhales and exhales.

Then, her eyes look to the clock.

Lili’s relaxed expression shifts to alert.

“Shit!” she exclaims, sitting up straight. “I’m supposed to be in Chloe’s suite in five minutes.”

I yawn. “For what? The wedding isn’t until three.”

“We’re all getting our makeup done. And hair styled.”

I glance at her. “You look good to me.”

She looks freshly fucked actually. Swollen lips. Flushed cheeks. Tangled strands.

Makes me want to make a mess of her all over again.

But Lili’s already out of bed, darting into the bathroom. When she reappears, it’s to open the closet and yank a dress off of its hanger. Dunno why she didn’t grab one of the dresses flung across every surface in her room.

I scrub a palm across my face. I should head back to the room I’ve never even been to. The valet handed me the key when Lili and I got back from dinner … and I requested my luggage be unloaded and left at the front desk.

Fuck.

Last night, that sounded quicker and easier. This morning, the last thing I feel like doing is going down to the lobby just to get a clean pair of boxers.

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