Page 92 of The Truths that Deceive

“Swallow me down, little girl,” I say.

My voice is calm, pure fucking silk. But I’m teetering on the edge, because her touch, her hands, her tongue… all of it is something I need more than the most crazed addict needs his next fix.

It’s been too long. Even though it’s not been that long at all.

“I’m doing what I want,” she says as she starts to suck my balls into her mouth.

I almost fucking come on the spot.

I bite down on my lip to stop the words from tumbling out, just like I keep my hands digging into the sofa to stop them from guiding her, directing her, and giving myself what I need and want with her.

This is exhilarating and the suck and pull on my balls is like nothing else. It’s torture and pleasure, all wrapped into one.

She releases them with a small pop and starts to lick and suck her way up my shaft, up over the top as her hand moves, giving that right amount of tension and friction and she starts all over again. Each suck, each pop, each lick and drive down of her mouth on me to the back of her throat is more intense than the last.

I can’t take any more. I grab her, hand tangling in her hair as I drag her head up, and I kiss her hard. Then I take all the control, pushing her back down, guiding my cock into her mouth and I start to fuck her, the gagging music, her eager sucks pure jazz.

I’m going to come, I’m— Fuck. I explode into her mouth and she laps up everything I have to give.

“You’re a dirty girl, Calista,” I mutter, rising and pulling her up with me. “Why did you let me do that?”

“I wanted to.”

Taking her mouth again, I drag her all the way up into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I kick off my pants and carry her toward her room. “Why?”

She takes my face in her hands. “You’re hot, and I figured maybe you’d fall for me and not be able to let me go. I mean, look at me in this outfit.”

Her self-deprecation makes me smile. What she doesn’t get is I am fucking looking at her and she’s gorgeous. I bet there’s a slew of guys still masturbating into socks over her. And she has no idea they ever lusted for her in the first place.

“Yeah,” I say, matching her. “I’m hotter than fuck. But you won’t fall for me, obviously.”

I throw her on the bed. And her little grin is worth the world. “Obviously. I don’t even like you.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass.”

“But men think with their cocks, Smith.”

“Mine’s got a PhD.” I draw her bottom lip into my mouthas I lean down over her, sucking it before letting it go. “This buys you a couple of hours.”

I strip her and dive down to taste her tits, the soft, sweet flesh with those hard fucking nipples I could suck and bite all day.

It’s not enough. I need to be inside of her. I roll us so she’s on top because I like her thinking she’s in control. Even though this is just banter, I can hear the need in her voice, and I meant what I said earlier. She’s been through a lot. Maybe she needs the vanilla. And I can deal with it.

It’sher.

She rubs her cunt up along my cock, her juices soaking down around me.

“I’ll take it,” she says.

I draw her down and kiss her as she grabs my cock, lining me up and sinking that tight, wet cunt down onto me. I thrust into her heat and pull her close.

The kiss is hot and turns explosive. My flesh heats, the need for more consumes me whole.

She fucks herself on me, grinding down, taking me all the way into her, rolling up and almost out, only to repeat it all. Her clit slides against my cock, and each time she comes down, it’s like catching a glimpse of God.

My blood burns with each push and pull and my balls ache for release. It’s almost too much, letting her have that control.

She rides me hard, trying to reach her peak, trying to come, and I can’t take it a second longer. I grab her hips and circle her over me, hitting her G-spot. Her pussy quivers and quakes, her juices drowning my cock.

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