Page 57 of Lie to Me

So fucking sweet.

She tastes just like I remember, only better.

“Fuck, Marco. I need more,” she groans, and I hook one leg over my shoulder to free my hand. I gather her juices on my finger, humming in contentment at how fucking wet she is before bringing my fingers up to her mouth.

“Taste how fucking sweet you are. Taste how greedy this pretty pussy is for me.”

She curses under her breath before wrapping her lips around my fingers and sucking, making me groan as I imagine those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

Once she lets them go, I can’t help but take a moment to take her in. She was gorgeous ten years ago, but she’s fucking otherworldly right now. I want to capture this moment and keep it forever.

I start lapping at her clit once more and slowly push a finger inside her, reveling in how tight she is as I imagine her walls squeezing around me. Fuck, how I haven’t come yet, I have no idea.

I add another finger and slowly pump them in and out of her as I lick, nibble, and bite at her clit. It isn’t long until I can feel that she’s on the edge. I curve my fingers, making sure I’m hitting that perfect spot, as I suck her clit between my teeth.

Her moans intensify as she bucks against me and she fucking detonates.

I pull back and watch, enraptured as she soaks my hand and bed in her cum, until I’m moments away from just humping the bed to find some release. I’m so hard it hurts, and I can’t hold out any longer.

“God, Sloane. I need you.”

“Do it,” she cries out. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Marco.”

I let out a groan before sitting up and unzipping my slacks, pulling them and my briefs down just enough to free my aching dick. I give myself a quick stroke, smirking as I watch Sloane’s eyes fixate on my cock. A look of hunger flares in her eyes.

“Do you want us to use a condom?” I ask and she bites her lip, her eyes flashing with hesitation and vulnerability.

“Are you clean?” she asks.

I chuckle. “Baby, I haven’t been with anyone since you. Yeah, I’m clean.”

Her mouth drops open and she looks at me questioningly, as if looking for a lie.

“No one?” she asks, and I shake my head.

“Why?” she asks, dumbfounded.

“I loved you then, and I’ve been loving you ever since. Why would I want anyone else when I’ve already had perfection?” I cock my head to the side and she opens her mouth, as though she wants to say something, before snapping it shut and shaking her head.

“Jesus,” she whispers, awe clear in her tone. “I-I’m on birth control so we should be okay.”

“Are you sure, baby? I don’t mind wearing one,” I clarify, knowing this is a sensitive subject after everything I’ve found out lately, needing her to be absolutely sure about this.

She nods. “I’m sure. Fuck me, Marco.”

This woman will be the death of me.

I line myself up at her entrance and my eyes connect with hers as I slowly inch my way inside her. She doesn’t break eye contact with me until I’m fully seated inside her and her head drops back on a moan.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I utter. “It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” I pull back before slamming back inside her.

“Missed my little cock slut,” I murmur before leaning down and biting down on her shoulder.

“My little slut,” I whisper against her skin as I continue fucking her with measured thrusts. “My little whore.” I take her wrists and pin them over her head, holding her in place. “My little fuck toy.” My pace picks up and I groan at the feel of her. “My little warrior.” I keep one hand holding her wrists as I bring the other to her neck, squeezing. “Mine,” I groan and bring my lips to hers, making sure to keep a tight grip on her throat as I fucking lose all of my control.

“Such a perfect cunt,” I mutter as my rhythm becomes erratic. My grip on her throat never loosens as I thrust in and out of her, though I’m careful not to fully restrict her airway. I give it a tight squeeze as I feel her walls start to tighten around me. Her mouth pops open on a silent moan as she comes. I let go of her hands and neck, grabbing her legs and lifting them both over my shoulder as I pound into her.

“Fuck, Marco,” she whines. “I need to come again.”

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