Page 156 of Cruel Lies

"Don’t tempt me, girl," I snapped back, pinning her hands above her head. "Now, hold still."

Her legs fell open for me, and I crawled between them like I was coming home, my eyes on the zipper of her shorts like it had personally wronged me.

With a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed, I grabbed both sides of her waistband and yanked down, dragging her shorts to her ankles in a single move. Blessed virgins, she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, either.

I looked to the ceiling and mouthedthank you, Jesusas she smiled up at me.

"You got a staring problem?"

She shook her head no. "I didn’t know you were religious," she muttered, blushing prettily.

"Me either," I admitted, "but when heaven opens the gates for me like this, I can’t be ungrateful."

I lowered my tongue to her clit, finding it with ease. Her soft little sighs and moans fueled me as I ground my cock into the bed, desperate to be inside her, and soon. My fingers slipped inside her cunt as I ate her out, flicking and sucking and twisting and licking until she writhed beneath my touch.

The first time she came for me, she tried to fight it. I felt her tense up and pushed her over the edge with a flick of my wrist. Her pretty pussy clenched on my fingers, desperate to be filled with something else, and my cock throbbed in response, equally as eager to fill her.

I couldn’t wait any longer for her. I couldn’t stand to be without her for another damn second, or I might come in my pants like a fucking boy.

"Harper, I?—"

"I need you, Angel," she whispered, her hand searching for mine. "Please, don’t make me wait."

When she said it like that, how could I possibly deny her?

I slipped a hand down and undid the snap on my jeans, kicking them off clumsily as I tried to figure out how I wanted to do this. She wasn’t just a quick lay. She wasn’t just any girl. This was Harper, the girl I’d dreamed of since I knew what love was.

She deserved the best.

And suddenly, I was afraid I wouldn’t measure up.

She must have seen the hesitation in my gaze because the vixen reached between our bodies and grabbed my cock like it was the most natural thing in the world, guiding it to her core with a tender smile on her lips. She stopped at her entrance, the head of my cock slipping along her wet folds as I fought back the urge to just bury myself in her in one stroke.

"I don’t have any condoms," I pointed out, searching her eyes for disappointment.

Instead, all she had to offer me was laughter. "Angel, I know what birth control is. And I’m on it." She rolled her hips, and the head of my cock slipped inside her, eliciting a groan of pleasurefrom me as my balls tightened. "Now either fuck me, or I’ll fuck myself on you while you watch."

"This isn’t fucking," I whispered as I slid in another inch, hunching over her body, caging her in. "What you do with Nash is fucking. What you do with me is so much more."

I set a steady pace, rolling my hips as I dragged my cock in and out of her, both of us panting with need and arousal, sweat-covered and needy and desperate for each other in ways we couldn’t vocalize. She yanked at her top angrily, and I rolled us so she was on top to make it easier for her to take it off.

It sailed across my room in a flash of pink, and just like that, my hands were on her tits, caressing them, thumbs brushing over her nipples as they hardened beneath my touch.

"You’re beautiful, Harper," I whispered, like a prayer to a god I didn’t believe in. "So fucking beautiful."

"So are you," she teased, her hips rising and falling as she moaned and stretched, running her fingers through her long, black hair. "I bet we’d make gorgeous babies."

A flash of worry ran through me at the idea of having kids. Hitmen didn’t get to start families. You couldn’t raise a child in this kind of place. But then her earlier words came back to me, and I realized it had been a joke.

A joke that hit me harder than I thought it would.

"Yes, we would," I agreed, already imagining the kids I’d never have with her in my mind. "But right now, all I want to think about is your body on mine. I wanna feel your pussy clench down on my cock like it did my fingers."

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, bouncing on me with excitement. "I wanna feel you inside me, Angel." She gripped my thighs and leaned back, baring her pussy to my gaze as it swallowed my dick whole. "Wanna feel you fucking blow inside me, fill me up."

"You keep talking like that, and I won’t last long enough to make it worth your while," I breathed, sitting up so I could bring her body against mine. I needed her closer, needed to holdher, feel her as she fell apart. "Fuck, Harper, ride me. Take what you need. I’m with you. I’m right there with you."

She leaned in and put her lips on mine, her fingers gripping my hair at the base, tangling there, as she bounced on me and I rocked up into her, my arms around her back, holding her tight, my tongue tangled in hers, the taste of her still lingering there.

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