Page 74 of The Truths that Deceive

“I’m old.”

“What are you going to do?” My voice is breathless.

I want his punishment. His touch. I want whatever he might throw at me.

“This.” He sucks and bites my nipples, pulling one into his mouth to roll it with his tongue before his teeth come down and he pulls back, then he goes to the other one.

Smith shifts from nipple to nipple, back and forth, turning me into a furnace of need, of sensation, that makes me moan, makes me dig my short nails into his neck, and I’m not sure if I want to push him away or pull him to me.

Yes, I do. I’m sure. I want more. I don’t want him gone.

Not that he’s going anywhere, but the desperate need for more pushes,hard.

He kisses and nibbles down until he pushes my thighs apart, wide. And he licks a path over my slit. He sucks my lips and tongues my pussy, then shifts up to my clit as he drives two fingers into me.

I groan, raising my hips, and the sensations spread like molten heat through me. God, he’s like someone with a PhD in sublime pleasure giving. He slides his fingers in and out, pumping, rubbing over my G-spot, and my head falls back as the soft-rough wet of his tongue moves over my sensitive flesh.

“You know,” Smith says, looking up at me without stopping his delicious assault, “your mouth tastes sweet like sugar and strong like coffee, but your cunt… it’s the mother of all fucking delicacies. I could eat you all day and night.”

I gasp as an orgasm slams into me, that wild rise of pleasure hitting, and I come hard. He pulls out his fingers, pulls me off the edge of the sink, and turns me around.

I’m limp as a rag doll and I let him move me.

“But you’ve still been bad, stealing, running, deliberately letting yourself get caught. And this…” He fingers my asshole. “This is going to be mine.”

My heart leaps and dances as behind me in the mirror, he releases himself and pumps his thick cock, then lines up.

The concentration on his face is an aphrodisiac of its own.

For a moment, I think he’s going to claim my ass, and I want him to, even though my heart’s a little wild at the thought of something so big in that tight hole.

But he doesn’t.

He slams into my pussy, holding himself at full entry as he reaches balls deep. “And nothing, nothing will be as fucking perfect as this. Me in your cunt. Except your mouth, and I suspect that tight little asshole of yours will be my undoing.”

He starts to play with it as he pulls out and slams back into me, angling himself so that his thick cock splits me open,invades deep, and rubs my G-spot as he hits all the way in and then pulls out.

Each push into me is a revelation, each withdrawal filled with anticipation of him driving home once again. Because he feels so fucking good stretching me, filling me, his cock hitting all the right parts of me.

And then… oh… God…

Smith pushes a finger into my ass, and he starts to fuck me in both holes at the same time, as he brings his other hand up to my mouth and pushes two fingers in.

“Oh fuck,” he says, gazing at our pleasure-soaked reflection in the mirror. “Look at that. You’re the perfect little slut of a sub, the perfect little tasty prey. But I think you want me to take your ass. Look at your face as I fuck all your holes, see how you push back to meet me, so eager, so hungry. I think you want me deep in your ass.”

I try and answer, but garbled sound comes out and he half closes his eyes as he slams into me again. “But I don’t think so. Not when you didn’t really want the chase, when you let yourself get caught.”

Oh. Fuck…

He comes, shuddering into me. And watching him own me sets me off again, and his cock seems to get bigger as he spurts. I come hard around him, spasming.

When we’re done, he pulls out and turns me, walking me back into the door, kissing me hard.

“You know we can finish this here, because I think I might love you down on your knees on the tile in the bathroom, or maybe…” His eyes glitter.

“What—”

“I have a place and we can finish there—because, darling, I’m far fromfinished—and then?”

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