Page 124 of Beautiful Liar

My hands reach out, tentatively caress his muscular arms. When he doesn’t stop me, I glide my hands up to his broad shoulders. “Y…yes!”

He fucks me till every last shred of fear evaporates. Bending low, I think he’s going to kiss me. Finally. But he leans against my cheek.

“I frightened you. I’m sorry.”

“I…it’s okay.”

“My body. My pussy.”

Laughter startles out of me, despite the climax bearing down on me. “Yeah, champ. I haven’t forgotten.”

He grunts in satisfaction. Fucks me deep. Deeper than ever before. My body is a teeming morass of sensation. But a thought impinges.

“Q?”

“Hmm?”

“No cameras?”

“No. Not tonight. This is for you…for me…for us.”

Well, shit if that doesn’t make my treacherous body sing. Shit if that doesn’t make me come harder than I’ve come in my life.

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