Page 98 of The Lies Always Told

“Fuck,” I groan, and he moans against my flesh, the most obscene, guttural, sexy, and delicious sound. I arch my back against him, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth as his hand lowers to pull my panties off.

“Lift your ass for me,” he says with a mouth full of my breast. I set my feet on the edge of the pool, lifting so he can slide my underwear off. He lets go of my nipple with a pop and brings his eyes to me. He stares at me, starting with my eyes and lowering slowly as he adjusts himself underwater.

“Fucking hell, Nellie. You’re perfect. I’m never going to be tired of this view. I’m never going to get tired of seeing you.”

“Even when I’m old and wrinkly?” I ask, trying to close my legs, but he won’t let me. His hands quickly go to my knees, pushing them open wider as he stares at my pussy.

“Especially if you’re old and wrinkly, because that means we grew old together. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would still feast on my perfect pussy. I can promise you that.”

“Your pussy, huh?”

His hands go up to my hips, as he pulls me closer to the edge. His hands roam up my belly, touching my breasts until he holds my face. “You are mine. All of you.” He brings his hands down to my chest. “My heart.” He continues lower until he touches the scars on my hips. “My pain.” He continues lower, bringing his head closer to my aching core before he says, “And my pussy.”

He closes his mouth over my mound, sucking hard and making me see stars. “All of you. I want it all.” He takes one of my feet and places it on his shoulder, giving him more access to all of me. He licks, he kisses, he bites, he taunts. He flattens his tongue until he’s touching dangerously close to my ass.

“And one of these days, this ass will be mine too.” I suck ina breath the moment he says that. His tongue explores everything, every place he can reach.

“Mm, I’ll never get tired of tasting you.” He goes back to licking and teasing, and I moan and writhe under his touch. It feels so good, sofuckinggood. I feel the warm liquid pooling behind my belly, and with one scrape of his teeth on my clit, I come undone.

“Fuck,” I groan once more, and he doesn’t relent. He keeps going, stretching my orgasm out longer. Bringing me higher. Giving me pleasure.

“Take it all, Nellie. Take all the good. Give me the pain. Let it go,” he says between my legs. If I didn’t already know I love him, now would be the time. Not because of the earth-shattering orgasm or the way he’s making me feel, but because he seems to know exactly what I need to hear. He seems to know exactly what I need.

I bring my hands to his face, lifting him from his favorite place, and the guy pouts. “Oh my God. Get over it. It’s just a pussy.”

“It’s my pussy, and I missed it.” I roll my eyes at him.

“You’re so crass.”

“You wanted honesty. How’s that for honesty?” He removes his shorts and I take advantage of the moment to pull him closer to me. I hook my legs around him and hold his face. “You can give me yours too. Your pain. Your fears. I can hold them. They’re not too much for me. You’re not too much for me, I promise.” He swallows hard.

“That was my biggest fear.”

“I know it now, but you’re not. You’re perfect. You were made for me.”

I caress his face, sliding my hands through his hair. “I love you. I want to love you through it too. Let me, please.”

He nods, bringing his lips to mine. I whisper against them, “Promise, Gus.”

“I promise.”

We kiss again. This time, our kiss is both minty and tangy, salty and sweet, me and him. Us. The best way to be. He kisses me as he slides his dick inside me, meeting every lick of my tongue on his with a thrust. They’re slow at first and then pick up tempo, just how I like it. I pull him closer to me, as close as I can. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and he lets me. Tongues rush, nails scratching and dragging into his back. His lips kiss and bite my neck. My collarbone. My throat. I moan, I groan, I scream. He praises, he licks, he groans.

“Come for me, Trouble,” he commands.

“Come with me, Gus,” I demand. I want him so close to me that there’s no air between us, so close, I can’t move. I can’t breathe. So close, all I feel is him. He wraps his strong arms around me as he thrusts again and again.

“I love you,” I moan as I start to ride the wave of pleasure once more.

“I love you,” he echoes, with everything he has.

PART 5

THE STILLNESS

And then, it was quiet.

A silence like never before.

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