Page 80 of Tangled In Lies

No matter how displaced or wrong this moment of intimacy is, I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.

His fingers are so close to where I need him, and I hum my displeasure at being teased.

He chuckles. “What do you want, Angel?”

“Touch me.” With that admission out in the open, the ball is in his court, and my gut twists with a bout of nerves.

What if I read this entire situation wrong? But no, he’s clearly turned on. Just like he was last week when he dragged me in here.

His finger brushes the seam of my panties again, and I jolt. This time, his fingers glide over the fabric. I forget how to breathe, my entire body tense when he reaches the spot right over my center.

His groan sounds tortured. “Fuck. You’re soaked.”

For a moment, I’m so worried he will stop I don’t dare move, biting the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.

That lasts for about two seconds. Then his fingers slide the fabric aside, and all that remains is the pulsing need in my core.

“Look at that pretty pink pussy and how it’s dripping for me.”

He drags his entire hand over my exposed skin, and my nerve endings explode everywhere. My skin tingles, my clit throbs, and I’m pushing my butt up as much as I can in my position, chasing his touch.

Without warning or preamble, he plunges two fingers inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

I moan. It’s so loud, I should probably be embarrassed, but I don’t have the brain power to focus on anything other than Phoenix’s fingers slowly pumping in and out of me.

I’msure I’ll have plenty of time to overanalyze and regret every part of this later, but right now, all that matters is the euphoric sensation that buzzes low in my stomach.

After working me up, he removes his fingers and spreads the wetness all the way up to my clit.

The first touch on it has me bucking, needing more.

More pressure, more speed, more fingers filling me up.Himfilling me up.

He rubs my clit so hard, I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, but it’s perfect. And Phoenix knows that too since there isn’t a second where I don’t make some kind of desperate sound.

“Come for me, Angel. Soak my fingers.”

He switches back and forth between plunging his fingers deep inside me and circling them around my clit, until the familiar warm buzz spreads in my lower body, and I fall over the edge.

“Oh my God.” My muscles clench around his fingers, my thighs squeezing together. Wave after wave consumes me. I gasp for air and ride out one of the best orgasms of my life.

Another thing to psychoanalyze later on.

All I can do for now is lie limply on his lap while his rock-hard dick is still digging into my stomach.

Phoenix withdraws his fingers, and I hiss at the slight burning sensation.

I glance at him, finding his gaze already on me. My heart skips a beat when I see the lust and fire in his dark eyes. That look alone would do the trick if I wasn’t already drenched.

He lifts his hand to his mouth and puts his index and middle finger between his parted lips, licking off every single drop he wrung from my body. Unable to tear my gaze away from him, I watch in absolute fascination.

My mouth mimics his before I swallow.

He closes his eyes and groans as if he’s savoring my taste. “Even better than I thought you’d taste.”

He thought about how I tasted?

My core comes back to life. Apparently, this man has a direct line to it, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. All I know is this stolen moment with him was miles better than anything my wildest imagination has ever conjured during the countless times I’ve pictured us together.

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