Page 55 of Promiscuous Lies

“You’re the one who mentioned flowers and weird shit, so you best remember that I’m only here for the bad man to do what he’s very good at.”

“And what’s that?” I question, my cock already twitching at her proximity. It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen her, and I feel like a starved man. Her floral scent hangs in the car as iftouching every fucking thing I own and sinking into it. I welcome it.

“Your mouth on my pussy, of course,” she says with a demure smile.

I can’t help but smirk.

When we arrive at one of the many estates I own, we don’t even make it through the door before I’m on her—devouring her.

She jumps into my arms, straddling my hips as I slam her against the wall. I try for the light switch, but at this point, I don’t even care as I take her to the bedroom.

Her moans bring my cock to attention.

I love how inexcusably fucking needy she is.

“Did you wear my color?” I growl.

“You’ll have to find out,” she says between kisses, and I smirk as I kick open my bedroom door and throw her onto the bed. She bounces, and I see a flash of light blue under the dress.

I remove my shirt and tear at my jeans. She stares at my veiny cock hungrily as I order her to remove her dress. She smirks but does as she’s told. When she reveals the blue lingerie set I bought her, I swallow. Hard.

The bra snugly accentuates her perfect tits. And I salivate at the crotchless panties as she leans back, giving me a full view.

“You’ve been very disobedient this week,” I say as I crawl over her.

She grins. “Can’t be too bad if I’m getting special treatment.”

I squeeze her cheeks and stare down at her. “This mouth is the fucking problem.”

“Or the solution,” she tries to say. I grab one of her hands and place it near the headboard.

“What are you—” Her eyes widen as I cuff one wrist to the headboard. I grab her other hand and cuff it to the other side.

“You’ve been wreaking havoc in my mind,Mostriciattola.”

“And you’ve been making promises all week,” she bites back, but her mouth snaps shut the moment my finger slips inside her pussy.

“So you have been reading my messages.” Her eyes roll back in her head, but I remind her, “You will look at me, or I’ll have you cuffed to this bed all night, denying you orgasm after orgasm. It can be torture.”

Her gaze snaps to attention, and I like how quickly her obedience shines through because this little monster is starved for the attention she deserves.Attention she will only be getting from me.

I grab the chains at the end of the bed and lock in both of her feet. She tests out the restraints, finding she has minimal movement.

Satisfied at having her entirely to myself and with nowhere to run, I circle her clit with my thumb and then insert another finger. A greedy little whimper escapes her as her legs twitch. I smirk knowingly. “You said you like my mouth on you? How else do you want me to break this perfect body of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me into oblivion,” she replies breathlessly. I slam my fingers into her again, pleased by how soaked she already is.

“And are you going to choke on my cock like a good girl while I tongue fuck this sweet pussy of yours?”

She licks her lips and swallows. I stretch over her to open my bedside drawer, revealing the toys I bought specifically with her in mind.

“What are those?” she questions, unable to see what I’m pulling out of the drawer.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, mischief tingeing my voice.

She nods adamantly, and I lean down and kiss her. Her body arches into mine as a little moan escapes her. I’ll never get sick of hearing her begging noises.

“Then take my cock like a good girl, and don’t ask questions,” I growl as I flip around and nestle her face beneath my cock. I shove the tip toward her mouth and watch as she greedily tries to reach it. I stare at her sweet pussy, loving that she wore my color. I lower myself so she can lick the tip of my cock as I lap her cunt with my tongue.

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