Page 20 of Lie to Me

“Please, Marco. I need you. I need you to make me come,please,” she all but screams. I take pity on her, fucking her with my fingers with sharp and fast thrusts and taking her clit in my mouth, sucking it between my teeth until she tenses beneath me. Her pussy strangles my fingers as she finds her release. My name being whispered like a prayer as she finally comes down from the high has me climbing up her body and staring down at her in awe.

Her hair fans out over the bed, completely in disarray while her face is free of makeup. Most girls our age would be all about how they look, caking makeup on their face and making sure their hair looks perfect. But not Sloane. She doesn’t needthat shit, she’s perfect just the way she is. A natural beauty with curves so delicious I just want to devour her.

“So fucking beautiful.”

I seat myself between her legs, grabbing her thighs and pulling her towards me a little, tilting her hips upwards.

“You ready for this?”

She nods. “Please.”

“This could get rough, baby. Do you have a safe word?”

She ponders it for a moment before murmuring, “Whiskey.”

I raise a brow in question and she rolls her eyes. “That stuff is disgusting. You’ll never find me asking for it.”

That’s something we can agree on.

I line myself up at her entrance before slowly pushing inside, careful not to hurt her. I know she’s not a virgin, but she’s so fucking tight and my dick is bigger than average, so I’m conscious of every little movement.

I groan as I bottom out inside her, loving the feeling of her being wrapped around me.

“Fuck,you feel good, little warrior,” I mutter, inching my way out before slowly sliding back in.

In. Out. In. Out.

I continue my tortuously slow rhythm until she’s writhing beneath me, whimpering with every thrust.

“Goddammit, Marco. I need you tofuckme, please,” she gasps. I grin down at her as she glares at me.

“My little cock slut wants me to ruin her, huh?” I groan as I quicken my pace. My hands dig into her hips to the point that it’ll probably leave bruises, but the thought of leaving a mark on her,my mark, has me doubling my efforts.

I want to mark her.

Bruise her.

Claim her.

Ruin her.

Love her?The thought comes from nowhere and I shake my head, needing to stay in the moment and not have any big revelations right now.

Not when she feels so fucking good and tight as she pulses around me.

“Such.”Thrust.“A.”Thrust.“Good.”Thrust.“Little.”Thrust.“Whore.”

“You’re taking me so well, little warrior,” I say and look down at where we’re joined together. “Fucking perfect. You were made for me.”

“Marco,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”

“Good.”Because I can’t last much longer.“Come for me, baby. Show me just how tight you are when you shatter.”

My words set her off and her walls flutter around me before gripping me so tight, I can’t hold myself back any longer. My rhythm becomes erratic and tingles form at the base of my spine before I fall over that cliff right along with her, spilling myself inside her.

I brace my forearms against the bed on either side of her head as I fight to catch my breath while she pants beneath me, her eyes tightly squeezed shut.

“You good?” I grunt.

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