Page 47 of Sinful Little Lies

“Fuck,” I grunt in my blissful high, my eyes closing as hot cum fills my pants.

A throat clears and my eyes snap back open realizing that I cussed out loud. “I gotta go. Room-bath. Fuck. I mean bathroom,” I stand up quickly, my chair tumbling to the ground as Verena pulls her arm back. I try my best to hide the wetness with my half erect cock as I stumble from my seat and over to the restroom.

“I’m going to make sure he’s okay,” I hear Verena tell them as her chair squeaks against the tiled floor. Her steps sound behind me until she reaches my side. I'm already pushing the bathroom door open before grabbing her arm and yanking her inside.

I shut and lock the door behind me before spinning around. V’s devilish smile illuminates the room as she leans back against the sink, her arms behind her on the counter making her breasts jut out.

“Such a dirty fucking girl you are.” I press my body against hers, my cock already growing hard again just from her touch. “You made such a mess,” I say, unbuttoning my pants and pulling down the zipper. “Why don’t you be a good little slut and clean it up.”

I yank down my pants and boxers, my heavy cock springing free. White cum covers my shaft and drips from the crown. She drops to her knees without hesitation and leans forward, sticking her tongue out and dragging it from the base of my dick all the way to the dripping tip.

“That’s it. Good little sluts always clean up their messes, don’t they?” Her tongue drags down my shaft, collecting the cum that's stained me. Her lips wrap around the crown before sucking hard. She hollows her cheeks and peers up at me, those amber eyes locking on mine. The sight has cum leaking from me as she drinks it down, moaning around me.

“Fuck, I want to feel you wrapped around this dick.” I bring my hand to the base of her head, gripping the hair and tugging her back to standing. She releases me with a pop and my mouth is immediately on hers. “I love the taste of me on your lips.” I mumble into her mouth.

My lips trace a path to her jaw, then down to her neck. I bite on the soft skin as nails scrap against my scalp before gripping the curls that dance along my shoulders. The soft touch turns rough as fingers yank my head back by my hair. Opening my eyes, I see Verena with that same devilish smile on her face.

“I need you, Grimm. I can’t wait any longer.”

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VERENA

“Fuck, say that again,”he whimpers while pressing his lips to mine. Hewhimpers.Desire floods my core at him going soft for me. That the beast of a man that is Grimm turns into a pile of mush in my hands.

“Please,” He kisses my lips softly as his hands find my waist and lift me onto the counter. “I’ve been such a good boy, haven't I?” His lips continue to pepper soft kisses against mine as his hands leave my waist and settle between my thighs. “Such a good boy for not fucking you on the table in front of my whole family,” He grips the thin material of my tights that rests against my pussy and pulls.

“Such,”Rip.

“A good,”Rip.

“Boy,” He yanks the rest of the way until a large hole is formed in my tights displaying my pussy. His hand grips the side of my thong before pulling it to the side and baring my soaked slit to him. “Say it again,” he whispers while dragging his finger through my folds and pushing it inside.

He pumps his finger in me, his lips tracing along the pulse in my throat. I toss my head back as the words flow from my lips again, “I need you, Grimm.” My breathy words float around us,his finger pulls out and the head of his dick nudges against my entrance.

My head snaps forward and I lock eyes with him, our panting breaths mixing between us. “You’ve been such a good boy. Keep it up. Be a good boy and give me what I need.” His hand clamps against my mouth as his other wraps around my waist, pulling me to the edge of the counter as his hips slam forward.

The scream I let out is muffled from his hand as my walls immediately clamp down around him. The stretch of his cock spearing into me is everything I’ve been craving since he placed a vibrator to my clit and forced me to cum over and over again. While he just watched me as he smoked a blunt.

He throws his head back, shutting his eyes. “Fuck.” When he drops his head back down and tips his chin towards his chest, his eyes staring into mine as a strand of his long curls falls in front of his eyes, I almost combust right then and there.

Pulling out until just the tip of his cock sits inside me, he slams his hips back forward, bottoming out. He repeats the long, hard thrusts, his hand clamping down tighter around my mouth as he pounds into me. My labored breaths behind his hand are the only sound besides his soft grunts as he pumps his hips.

“I’m gonna remove my hand, and you’re going to stay quiet. Isn't that right?” Pulling his hand back, he slams his hips forward somehow harder than he had been, the action making my whole body jerk backward and a surprised gasp to slip from my lips.

His tattooed hand immediately wraps around my throat, cutting off my oxygen. “Bad, bad girl, Verena. I told you to stay quiet,” He squeezes harder. “Good sluts listen.” He drags his cock from me before ruthlessly slamming back in, “Are you going to be my good little slut and listen?”

I nod my head quickly in his tight grip just as white spots start to dance against my vision. In my lightheaded haze, I letthe words float around in my mind. When Leo would call me the degrading names it was like whip lashes against my skin, carving the words unto my flesh. But with Grimm, it’s…Empowering. It kisses my skin and seeps to my core. It makes me feel raw and alive.

It makes me feel sexy. Desirable. Free.

“Words, little monster.” His hand leaves my throat and yanks at my halter top, exposing my nipples. “Yes,” I gasp. His mouth attaches to my nipple, circling his tongue around the hardened bud. He bites down until pain morphs into pleasure and the shock of the contrasting feelings courses through me, straight to my clit.

“Yes what? Say it.” His teeth graze my nipple again before he places a kiss over the assaulted bud. His hands go to my hips, gripping the sides of my waist as he yanks me forward to meet his thrusts. His fingers dig into the flesh of my sides as he pulls me forward so roughly my whole lower half slides off the counter.

A shriek leaves my lips as I put my weight on my arms behind me. Grimm holds me by my hips in the air like I weigh absolutely nothing, the corded veins of his arms pop and his muscles bulge as he continues to pull me in to meet every thrust. He shoves forward, his large frame holding me up and towering over me as he holds himself unmoving as deep as he can go.

He stays there, taunting me.

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