Page 17 of Don't Lie To Me

“Condom,” I snap in a panic, feeling how close he is to actually pushing inside of me.

I don’t know where it comes from, but he produces a foil packet and rolls the condom on over his massive cock. A wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he was ready for me well before I woke up this morning. Once suited up, he teases me, sliding his cock between my legs again, getting it all slippery with my arousal. I’m so damn turned on by him. I already know this time is going to be so different. He pushes inside of me in one move, and I let out a cry, trying to adjust to his size.

“Are you sore?”

“A little,” I admit. He did use my pussy like his own personal instrument all night long, so it’s not surprising. But it also doesn’t mean I want him to stop. I need to feel him inside of me again.

“We can go slow,” he tells me.

I lock eyes with him, a fierce determination coming over me. “No, I want you to fuck me like you normally do. Don’t go easy on me.”

His lips twist into a menacing smirk, and he pulls back from me, thrusting inside of me deeper than before.

“Oh God,” I cry out, not able to help it. It hurts like hell but also feels so damn good it makes my head spin.

Over and over again he punishes me, making sure I can feel every slight movement, and my body shivers all over as my orgasm builds. “That’s it, Sloane, let me in. Let me fuck your sweet, tight, little cunt.”

My eyes roll back in my head. Fuck this man. I knew he was totally holding back on me last night, but now in the light of day, I see him very clearly and he’s a fucking god. Or god of fucking, and I’m here for it. I concentrate on every deep pump inside of me, keeping my eyes locked with his as he coaches me through it.

He knows I’m still on edge, but he keeps me right here in the moment with him. “I’m going to lift your legs so you can feel me deeper. Tell me if it’s too much.”

All I can do is nod as he moves me so my legs are rolled up high, my knees close to my chest.

He pushes inside me again, and I cry out, feeling him so deep.

Wickedly he grins down at me as he builds the momentum again. His hand coming to my clit, he plays with me just like I did myself last night. The sensations are all too much, tipping me over the edge into bliss as my pussy clenches so tight around him. Waves crash over me, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me right through my orgasm until he finds his own release.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I’m never letting you go,” he says as he fills me up. At least I think that’s what he says. Even through my euphoric haze my eyes pop open, and I stare up at him, wondering if he was for real or if that is just something he says to girls in the moment. Because I have only known him for one night, but I kind of hope he’s serious. And I know that makes me sound like a stage-five clinger, but right now, I don’t give a flying fuck.

Anhourlaterhekisses me goodbye as I try to get out the door of the room we stayed in. I hope to God that the rest of my club is empty. We aren’t open at nine in the morning, but that doesn’t mean therearen’t people around. “Do you want me to let you out the back so you can get to your car?” I ask, not sure how this is supposed to work.

“I’ll walk through the front like a normal person,” he says with an edge of disappointment in his voice. Fixing his tie back in place, he’s the epitome of male perfection. It’s hard to believe he’s in last night’s suit.

I bite my lip, not so sure about walking him through. Last night I didn’t care what anyone thought about me, but in the light of day, I’m not so sure I want my night of fun to be public news around this place.

“What, Sloane?”

“It kind of feels like the walk of shame. What if my brothers are still out there?”

“What if they are?”

I sigh heavily, knowing I’m not going to win this battle. He’s just as stubborn as I am when he’s made his mind up about something. I fix my dress, making sure I don’t look as much of a mess as I feel with no make-up on, and pray to whoever will listen that the building is empty.

I open the door with Romeo right behind me, his hand lingering on my side, and flinch when I find Onyx staring back at me from across the hall, his arms crossed over his chest. Oh, dear God, I don’t have it in me for this conversation this morning. I step out into the hall. “Did you stay here all night?” I ask him, concerned as much as anything. What the hell, he must be exhausted.

“My job is to make sure you get home safely each day,” he seethes with a bitterness to his tone I don’t appreciate. It’s not my fault my brothers pay him to watch over me constantly.

“You must pay him well,” Romeo comments.

I don’t have anything to say back to him, so I keep moving down the hall. I can feel the heat already radiating off my face, and I just want to get this over with. Make it to my office before I have to see anyone else so I can fix my make-up before I start work for the day.

Romeo walks alongside me, but for once he’s keeping his hands to himself, and I feel Onyx right behind us. I open the door with a PIN code and walk into the strip club. I hear my dance instructor, Paige, calling instructions as she takes a dance class on the main stage and keep my head facing forward and move a little faster so I don’t catch anyone’s line of sight. I forgot she was teaching the new girls this morning.

I shove open the door to the main part of the club. It’s unlocked and un-manned due to the early hour, but the sight I find on the other side of the door stops me dead in my tracks. Holy shit! The place is trashed. What was a classy establishment is now littered with empty bottles, discarded clothing, and sleeping bodies that look half dead.

“Looks like the party got a little out of hand once we left,” Romeo mutters from my side. But that is an understatement. My pulse races. What the fuck? I have one night off to have a little fun and this is the shit I have to walk in on. I spot Jagger passed out on the floor by the bar and storm over to him, kicking him in the side. When he doesn’t budge, I go behind the bar and grab a bucket full of ice water. I haul it back over to where he’s comatose and dump it over his head.

From behind me I hear Romeo snicker a laugh.

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