Page 56 of Sinful Little Lies

V stands and removes her top, her breasts spilling out of the fabric. She turns and bends over as she pulls her leggings off, giving me the most breathtaking image of her backside. My mouth waters as she faces me once again and softly drops to her knees in front of me.

Undoing my belt and zipper, she pulls my pants down and my cock springs free. Licking her lips, she wraps her hand around my dick and begins pumping it. Her free hand lays flat on my chest, her nails scratching my pecs gently. Grabbing the hairs on my chest, she moves her other hand from my dick to my balls and massages them as she takes me into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” I moan. The warmth of her mouth has me ready to bust in just a few seconds and it takes everything in me to hold back my release.

Verena twirls her tongue around my shaft, showing every vein and inch appreciation. My hand finds her head and I thread my fingers through her silky soft strands. Twisting my hand, I make a fist and tighten my hold on her head gaining more control over her movements. She picks up speed and I’m right there with her, thrusting my hips to meet her, my dick touching the back of her throat.

She gags, her eyes watering. Tears begin to stream down her face, taking her mascara and eyeliner with it.She couldn’t be any more perfect. She is everything good and pure about this world. She’s the lethal drug that could end my life, while she’s also the antidote to all of my pains and suffering.

The sound of her choking, her spit collecting at the base of my shaft, and the heat of her mouth work as the most perfect trifecta, urging my release to spill free.

“Yes, V. Right there.” I groan as my balls tighten and my eyes close, no matter how much force I use to keep them open so I can keep watching my pretty lady do her thing, and not a moment later, my cum is filling her mouth. She stills, swallowing down all I have to offer her. The suction makes my dick jerk in response, eager to keep her right where she is.

V leans back, swipes at her bottom lip with her thumb, then stands. Her body is on full display. Her plump ass jiggles as she walks away from me and leans over the balcony, her elbowspropped onto the edge. She arches her back, and throws a look at me over her shoulder. “Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to come and finish the job?” She asks, the sexiness venom lacing her tone.

I stand from my seat, pluck the joint from the ashtray, and relight it before walking over to her. My hands run over her smooth skin and my dick hardens immediately. My fingers travel to her core and I feel as her wetness drips down the sides of her thighs. I collect her arousal and bring it up to my lips, anxious to savor whatever little bits of herself she’ll give me. I kiss her shoulder and trail my lips up to her ear. “Tell me what you want from me. I’ll give it all to you.” I whisper.

“You. I need you, Grimm.” She straightens her back, her arm reaching up and behind her, snaking around my neck. Her fingers lock in a fist as she pulls gently on my hair.

In one swift motion, I thrust inside her. Her hand releases me and joins her other one in gripping onto the edge of the balcony for dear life. I pull on the joint, then pinch it between my fingers and bring it around to Verena’s mouth. My thrusts never slow, never relent, never stop.

She’s all fucking mine and I’m going to pound into her so hard, she’ll have a hard time forgetting. The ache will be so prominent, she’ll think of me and my little guy with every step she takes.

Verena’s moans fill the balcony, her low-pitches alto sounds like the sweetest symphony. I’d love to listen to it on replay.

Pulling out of her, I walk over to my pants, fish out my phone, and open the voice memo app. I start recording and toss the device onto the table. Walking back over to V, I align the head of my cock with her entrance and bottom out. My balls smack against her ass with every thrust and her moans grow louder as my force grows harder.

“Yes, Grimm. Take me. I’m yours. I love being yours. Own me in every way. Please.” Verena begs and it’s enough to send me over the edge.

“Louder. I know who you belong to. It’s about damn time everyone else knows it too, little monster.” I growl and she erupts on my cock. Her pussy clenches my shaft and my orgasm rips through me, spots floating across my vision. Our mixture drips down the inside of her thigh and I pull out, swipe the sweet elixir with my fingers, and paint my initials onto her skin.

A “G” for each asscheek.

I turn her around and take her in. The flush of her pink cheeks against her olive skin tone make a remarkable pair. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing calms and her chocolate brown eyes melt any of the remaining ice around my heart.

She is mine and I am hers. There’s no doubt about it. There’s no going back. I’m looking my forever in the face and somehow, forever isn’t fucking long enough with her.

I grip her chin and pull her closer, her lips meeting mine. She pulls back and speaks the most unexpected words, but they’re everything I want to hear. “Verena Griswold. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

There’s no containing the smile that’s bubbled within me. “Sounds fucking perfect.”

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VERENA

Three Weeks Later

After our weekend rendezvous,the four of us traveled the rest of the way back to Blackwood. I expanded Flame’s corner to make space for Mística and her things. Those girls love each other. One doesn’t do anything without the other. You name it, and they are paw-in-paw; they bounce back and forth between their beds, always cuddled up within each other. Dinner, walks, trips to the dog park, Flame will not leave without Mística and vice versa.They remind me of myself and Ronnie when we were younger, unable to be without each other.My heart pangs with both grief and satisfaction, hopeful that in another world, in another life, we have more time together.

In addition to the dogs loving each other, I’ve surprisingly found so much extra time in my days to focus on my creative mediums. School is back in session and even with projects and assignments, I’ve had more creativity flowing through my veins than I have in months, possibly years.

I’ve been working on a special piece since we returned from our trip. Two skeletons sit with their legs dangling at the edge of a cliff as they share a joint. The hues are dark and moody, andblend so melodically, that my heart blooms with pride. The red and black color palette represents us perfectly.

It’s the most profound piece I’ve created. I honestly fear I may never create anything I love as much as this. It’s called “Eternal Lovers” in honor of my growing feelings for Grimm. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, except for him. The feelings he’s awoken in me are unhinged, unmatched, and unfortunate for every other bitch who had their eyes on him.

He’s fucking mine. That’ll never change. Not in this life, not in the next, not even in death.

Our love is eternal.

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