Page 13 of Don't Lie To Me

“Yes. I have,” I say with more confidence than I should have when I’m lying right to his face.

“Right now.” He chuckles darkly as if he can read my mind.

I roll my eyes. “What does it matter anyway?” I snip, taking hold of his cock again, stroking him back and forth, watching as his pupils dilate and enjoying the way I can already bring him undone. “I know what I’m doing.”

His hand comes to my chin, tilting it so I’m forced to look directly up at him. “Out there I know you have to be all confident, put on a tough act, but you can cut that bullshit with me. In here I’m in charge, and if you let me take care of you, I will help you explore this new side of your sexuality.”

His words are kind, sweet even, and they throw me off guard. I don’t want him to be kind to me, it’s one of the reasons I’m so mortified he knows my secret. “No special treatment. No beingkind and soft and gentle. Forget what you know about me. I want you to treat me like you would if you didn’t know my secret.”

I take his cock in my mouth again, sucking him in as far as he will go.

His hand tightens at the back of my head. He bunches up my hair, using the leverage to control the pace I’m taking him with. “I was never going to go easy on you, doll face. I just wanted you to know you are safe with me. Because I will push your limits till you think you can’t take any more, but I can promise you, I’m going to make tonight so fucking good, you will be begging me for more.”

His dirty words send a thrill right through me, fresh moisture dripping from my pussy. My panties are soaked. I smirk around his cock, because with the pace he is moving, I don’t have time to say the smart-ass comment I want to. He just set me a challenge; it’s him who will be wanting to come back for more.

He controls the pace as I suck his cock, taking him all the way down the back of my throat, and when he eases off the pressure, I use my tongue to lick around his shaft.

He groans before filling my mouth again. “That’s it, sweetheart, take all of me. You’re doing so damn well.”

My eyes start to water as he picks up the pace, fucking my mouth with more force. It’s so fucking hot that my pussy throbs with a desperate need to have his massive cock inside of her. My nipples pebble so hard in my bra, begging for him to touch them and ease the ache.

Like he knows, he reaches his free hand down and toys with me, shoving the delicate lace of my bra down so my nipples are free. He plucks at them, one after the other, forcing me to moan around his cock.

When he’s satisfied that we have both been worked into a frenzy, he tugs me off him and back up to standing by my hair. I stare back athim, panting like a crazed person, my entire body alight with desire. “Take off your panties, sweetheart. Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, I need to see your perfect little cunt.”

I go to open my mouth and tell him I don’t take instructions from anyone, but he silences me with his finger pressed to my lips.

“This is as much for you, Sloane. Show me what you like,” he says, his eyes hooded with deep desire.

I swallow nervously. This is what you wanted, Sloane. You can’t back out now. I take a couple of steps away from him. Hooking my fingers in the sides of my panties, I slide them down my legs tentatively.

He holds out a hand, a brow raised.

I blink back at him. “I’m not giving you my panties.”

He takes a step closer to me, his lips dropping to the side of my neck and his hand cupping one of my breasts. “You will give me whatever I ask for, like a good little girl.” He tweaks the nipple, sending a thrill through me.

I suck in a breath, his authority doing something to my insides that makes me release my panties. They fall into his hand, and he smugly slides them into his pocket.

“Now on the bed. Show me how you like to be touched.”

With his eyes locked on mine, I back up slowly till my legs hit the bed behind me. Then I crawl backwards up and onto the bed. The only thing keeping me moving is the encouragement in his eyes. I might act tough, but right now, I feel like a trembling mess. I position myself in the center of the bed, blinking back at him, not sure if I can do what he wants me to next. No one has seen metherebefore, and the lighting in this room might be low, but I know I can still see every hot detail of his gorgeous body, so he will be able to see me. All of me.

Like he knows I’m anxious, he shrugs off his shirt and strips his pants down his legs, followed by his briefs. My mouth goes dry. He’sstanding before me in all his naked glory. He’s a fucking god, chiseled from stone. Covered in ink, like his arms, chest, and legs, it’s a mighty fine look on him. I get the sudden urge to run my tongue over every inch of his body, traveling over the intricate designs. “Don’t keep me waiting, Sloane. I’m not a very patient man, but for you, I’m trying.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and part my legs slightly.

“Wider,” he demands, a filthy gleam in his eyes. The no-shit tone of his voice tells me he’s not waiting anymore.

Fuck, my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but I do as he instructs, forcing my legs out wide so he can see all of me.

“Good girl.” He strokes his cock, back and forth. “Now touch yourself for me.”

My hand runs over my stomach then over the small strip of pubic hair, silently thanking myself for visiting my day spa today.

“Go on.”

My heart races and I don’t even understand why. I have done this a million times to myself before. It’s just with his dark eyes watching me, I feel almost frozen to the spot. I find my slit and slip my hand between my legs, my fingers sliding through my arousal easily. Sliding over my clit, I rub the way that brings me undone every time.

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