Page 42 of Don't Lie To Me

He pulls me up to standing with him, his lips back on mine, his hands running over my body. He grabs a handful of my ass then moves up my sides to my bra. In one fast move, it’s unhooked, and his hands are on my bare tits. He fondles them roughly, plucking, and my nipples harden, loving every second of his sweet torture. His callused hands feel so damn good on my skin. I dig my nails into his back, kissing him as fiercely as he is me. The two of us crash into my dressing table so hard I know it’s going to bruise, but I don’t care.

I stare up at him, panting, as I try and get my racing heart under control.

The room blurs as he spins me quickly, the dizzying motion making the tall dressing table seem to tilt as I lean forward on it, my elbows bracing against the hard surface. His dark eyes find mine in the mirror. “Stay here, I want to watch as you fall apart,” he growls, then leaves my side. Moving back over to his discarded jeans, he pulls his wallet free and produces a foil packet. I watch in the mirror as he rips open the packet and rolls the condom on.

I’m so turned on by him I can feel my juices running down my legs. Standing here watching him is torture. I’m so wet imagining him inside of me and how damn good this is going to be after all these years of wanting him.

With a stealthy step, he moves back in behind me, his breath ghosting on my neck. One hand snaking its way around my front, he roams over my breasts again, pulling me into his body closer, so close I can hear his uneven breathing and feel his racing heart.

I find his eyes in the mirror, their intensity making my heart raceeven harder. We’re really about to do this. His hard cock nudges at my entrance. He’s so damn big I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside of me. “Are you ready?” he checks in with me.

“I have been ready for years. Fuck me already, Onyx.” My voice is desperate and breathy, a plea for him to give me what I have craved for the longest time.

That answer seems to satisfy him, and in one move, he controls my body, adjusting me so he can push deep inside of me. I cry out, not able to help it. The sensation of him filling me up is almost more than I can handle.

As he thrusts in and out of me, he watches me, waiting until I adjust to his size. Thrills run over me with every pump, and my nails dig into the hard wood of the dresser trying to get a grip on something. His hand slides up my body, cupping my tits before he continues on to my throat. His eyes finding mine in the reflection, I nod, giving him the go-ahead to do whatever he needs to. I fucking love him like this, all dominant and controlling. My body begs for more as his fingers compress around my throat. He moves inside of me, plunging deeper, harder. Over and over again he pumps into me, my pussy pulsing around him.

My head spins, and all I can do is take what he is giving me. Take it and fucking love every second of it. It’s so tight like this, our bodies so close that I can feel every intentional move.

His lips brush against my earlobe, a feather-light touch that makes my breath catch. “Cum for me, trouble,” he says in a low dark rumble that rolls over me.

Right on cue, I convulse around his cock, a euphoric haze of pleasure and pain and everything in between. My breathing comes in short, ragged breaths, and I see stars.

He pumps inside of me a few more times. It’s everything he promised it would be, rough and delicious and all him. Then I feel him jerk forward, and he releases his grip on me so I can breathe properly again.

Collapsing on the dresser, I suck in ragged breaths, massaging life back into my neck where he had me held so tightly. That was insane but so damn good. I know I’m already addicted to him. One night is going to be impossible.

Before I have time to catch my breath, he spins me round, his lips finding mine, and next thing I know, I’m being transported back to my bed. He discards the condom and moves under the covers with me, his hands wrapping around me tenderly, ever so lightly stroking my hair. He’s so different to the man who just fucked the life right out of me. He holds me close like he’s afraid to let me go, and I let him, needing his body so close to mine as well. That was a lot. Something tells me one night with him is never going to be enough. But that was the deal we made. Get this out of our system so he can do his jobproperly.

His lips find my shoulder and he places kisses up my neck, moving my hair out of the way as he goes. Sleepily my eyes roll closed, and I hug his arms tighter around me.

Right as I feel myself drifting off to sleep, his teeth dig into my earlobe. “I’m not done with you yet, trouble. I said one night only, and I intend to make the most of it.”

Goosebumps erupt over my skin as a flurry of excitement runs through me. His other hand moves over my ass before pushing between my legs, his fingers forcing their way back inside my pussy.

My eyes roll back in my head. Oh, dear God. I press my ass back into him, needing more.

He groans as he slips in a second finger, like this is somehow giving him pleasure and not me. I can feel how hard he is all over again, his cock pressing into my ass.

I moan at the sensation. He could literally do anything to me right now and I would enjoy it. He has me so turned on. “Do it, Onyx,” I tell him, wanting him there as well, wanting him to claim every part of me he can.

He groans out a curse as his fingers slip from my pussy, spreading my juices over my puckered hole. His finger lightly presses at my asshole, toying with me just a little.

At first no matter how badly I want him to, my body fights against the intrusion. Eventually he eases his way in, all the way to his knuckle. It feels dirty but in a good way, in a way I know I could get used to. The feeling is so different from when he’s fingering my pussy, but something about it is a little addictive as well. “When you’re ready I’m going to fuck you here as well.” His words vibrate over my shoulder, where his lips are still nipping at me.

Our bodies are so close all I can do is focus on him and what he’s doing to me with his finger, slowly pumping in and out of me, stretching me. On the next stroke, he pushes in a second digit.

I cry out again, this time feeling the burn more. I want this, but I’m not sure I can handle it.

He pulls his hand free and moves off the bed, disappearing into my ensuite. He flicks on the light, and I hear him rummaging around in my stuff. “What are you doing?” I call to him.

Without turning the light off, he returns with a bottle of lube in his hands. For a beat he just stands in the doorway looking over me, the room lit up from the bathroom. “What did you have a bottle of lube in your cupboard for?” he asks, surprised but not disappointed.

I shrug. “I knew eventually you would give me what I wanted.” I smirk playfully. Truth is, I get sent free samples of all sorts of products and it was one of those. But when I placed it in my cupboard, I was most definitely thinking of him.

He moves in closer to me, like I’m his prey and he’s stalking me. “That’s where you’re wrong, trouble. You’re going to give me everything I want tonight.”

“What do you want?” I whisper, getting lost in his dark eyes, a hand running through his stubbly jaw.

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