Page 17 of The Lies Always Told

‘“Do you want to move from the window?” I ask, forcing her to tell me she wants to stay.

She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything. “Tell me what you want.” I know she wants me to fuck her with the possibility of them looking. I push her closer against thewindow so her nipples touch the cold glass, and she hisses.Jackpot.

“Tell me, baby. Use your words.”

“No, I don’t want to move,” she snaps as she rolls her hips. I slide another finger in. My dick is so hard, and with the condom squeezing me, I won’t last long, especially as I feel her grow wetter watching the couple kissing as I tease her with my fingers. Is it wrong? Maybe, but the way this girl’s pussy has my fingers in a chokehold, I would do whatever she wanted me to just for another orgasm. Fuck, I can’t wait to have my mouth on her again. I slide my fingers out, coating the tip of my cock with her arousal, as I thrust in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the size. She tenses and holds her breath, and fuck, she’s so tight.

“You have to breathe for me, Nellie.” She lets it out, instantly relaxing.

“They’re watching,” she whispers. I had forgotten about the possible spectators. Forgetting seems to be what happens when my attention is on her.

“Then let them,” I reply. I don’t think they can see our faces, but they can definitely see what’s going on, and to my surprise, I think they’re enjoying the view. They pulled out a chair, sitting on the balcony facing us, the man holding the woman on his lap, his hand lost under her skirt.Well, shit.

“Are they…?” Nellie asks, and I take this time to use the same words she used on me.

“Just feeling, no thinking.” I pull her hair since she liked it earlier, but not too much to where she can’t watch them. She melts against me. She may not be a screamer, but her body screams for me.

I slam into her, slow the first few strokes, and then hard, just like she said she likes it. I bring my hands to tease her clit, and that earns me a loud gasp she tries to cover with her hands.

“Oh no, baby girl. If you’re going to make sounds, theybelong to me.” I pull her hands down, holding them against her back with one of my hands while the other one teases her clit again. I use the leverage of the window to drive my cock into her over and over again.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, louder this time, and when I look over to the balcony, the woman has her hands on her breasts, her legs wide open over the man’s lap. That’s enough to get me close to the edge. Come on, Nellie. Give me one more.

I tease her clit, pushing her fully against the window as I slam inside her over and over again. “Are you going to come for me? I want to feel your perfect little pussy tighten around my cock.”

“Fuuuck,” she shouts, and as the other girl closes her legs, trapping the guy’s hand between her thighs, Nellie’s pussy tightens around me, pulsating, showing me how hard she can come on my cock.

“Oh, God,” she moans louder, her head tilting back as her hands lower to my thighs, grabbing and squeezing, I’m sure leaving marks as she comes around my cock.

“Yes,” I groan at the shell of her ear and slow my strokes, allowing us both to come down from the high.

“Out of all thethings I could’ve gotten you, Chinese food is really what you wanted as a present?”

“Five orgasms and good food sounds like the perfect present to me,” Nellie replies as she takes another crab rangoon and shoves it into her mouth. After the window situation, we took a shower, where I made sure she came two more times—once on my fingers, and once with my mouth. Then, we fucked slowly on the bed. She said she didn’t like slow, but what she really means is, she needs pressure. She wanted my entire body on her. I was afraid to hurt her, but making sureshe felt enough pressure was the key to making her come again. She asked for Chinese food almost immediately after.

“I mean, sure, but what do you actually want as a graduation present?” I ask her, grabbing the water cup from the side of the table and lifting it to her lips so she can take a sip.

“I can get used to this princess treatment,” she sasses.

“You know this can’t go any further,” I reply, reminding her—reminding us—of the reality outside these walls.

“I don’t want to think about that, Gus. I want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy us, for as long as it’ll last, even if it’s just the rest of the night.” I can do that, but I don’t think I can fuck her again if she wants to walk straight tomorrow, so I laugh.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I think you will be really sore tomorrow if we fuck again.”

“Thanks for your candor, handsome. I happen to agree with you. No more fucking tonight. Such a shame, because that—” she points toward the window, then the bathroom, “—was really hot.”

“It really was.”

She waits silently for a second, then takes another bite of her food and suddenly sits up, closing the to-go container and slapping her hands on her thighs.

“A book shopping spree,” she announces with a smile.

“What?”

“For my present. I want a book shopping spree.” She’s so damn adorable, and it’s so funny, because she can be deep, eloquent, and assertive but very playful and charming too.

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