Page 19 of Lie to Me

“Marco?” she asks.

“Hmm?”

“If I asked for something for my birthday, would you give me it?”

“Anything.”Always.

She grins at me. “I’ve had enough of taking things slow. I need you to fuck me.”

Well, fuck.

I climb to my feet as Sloane does the same and wordlessly lead her down to my apartment. Even though it’s mid-May, there’s still a slight chill to the air and I’ll be damned if our first time together is anything but perfect. Once we reach my room, I bracket Sloane against the wall.

“You sure about this?” I ask.

She smiles. “I’m sure.”

I let out a shuddering breath before taking her lips with mine. My movements are slow and controlled as I start to undress us both until we’re both naked and I lead her to the bed.

“Tell me what you like, baby,” I whisper as I climb on top of her and look down at her.

She trembles beneath me, looking up at me with wide eyes. She’s probably never been asked what she likes, instead just going through the motions with past…lovers.That thought makes me see red, but I push it down. Now’s not the fucking time.

“I… I don’t know,” she murmurs, and I smile down at her.

“Do you like praise? Wanna be told how good you are for me?” I ask and catalog her reaction. She squirms a little beneath me, but it’s not a reaction I would have thought from her. Nope, that doesn’t do it for her. Suddenly, everything clicks into place and I make a tsking noise.

“Nah… you’ve spent your whole life playing the good girl, haven’t you?” I ask with a dark chuckle. “You don’t want that sort of praise. You want to be told what a good little slut you are for me, isn’t that right?”

She moans in response to my question, tilting her hips up towards me, and I know I’ve guessed right.

“I shouldn’t like that,” she mutters with a vulnerable look in her eyes.

That look alone could be my undoing.

I rest my weight on one arm as I take her chin in my other hand, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.

“Listen to me, baby. You can like whatever the fuck you like. I’ll never judge you. It’s just you and me, little warrior. Besides…” I say and lean down to bite down on her lip. She gasps at the sting of pain before I continue. “I can’t wait to fuck my little whore. You were made for me, Sloane. And I can’t to see how much of a little cum slut you are.”

I have no idea where the words are even coming from, but her head tilts back on a silent moan and I take that as a green light to continue. I crawl down her body until I’m positioned between her legs and I have a direct view of her arousal.

“I’ve been dying for another taste of you,” I rasp before tentatively swiping my tongue through her folds. “You have no idea how fucking hard it’s been to not touch you.”

My fingers find her entrance and I slowly push inside.

“Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” I mutter. “Bet my little slut squeezes me so well.” Her back arches as I curve my fingers inside her and I grin.

“You like that, baby?” I ask, my voice gruff.

“So good,” she whimpers, arching her back again, trying for more friction.

“Beg me,” I groan. “Beg me to make you come.”

“Please, Marco,” she gasps. “Please make me come.”

I tsk. “You can do better than that.”

Her responsive whimpers so fucking erotic that I’m tempted to just sayfuck itand bury myself inside of her until I can’t figure out where she begins and I end, but I hold off, not wanting to rush this.

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