Page 94 of Indecent Lies
This much he knew, and even in this state, she got her octopus hands all over his upper half. Over his chest, around his neck, scraping with her semi-long nails he watched her paint only hours ago and then she dug them into his hair.
She wasn’t to know he loved the chills it sent down his spine, but she kept right on grabbing him until Texas slipped a hand into her panties.
She moaned with relief, curving into him.
He had his free arm cuddling her in like he was ready to rock her to sleep and then he parted her sex.
She was so goddamn wet that Texas needed to smash his teeth together and hope that Pastor Murphy heard his prayers and gave him strength because Texas was not a strong man when he was finger-fucking a goddess because all he wanted to do was roll her under him, split her legs wide and fuck right to the back of her.
It took only seconds for her to fly apart from him plying pressure to her swollen, slippery clit. She cried out and sank her teeth into his shoulder and went through a series of spasms that rocked his bones and chants of, “Oh, my God.”
Texas felt like a king grinning in the dark.
He brought her down, tapping little kisses to her lips and neck, his hand soothing between her legs.
Her wetness was doing a number on him, he was so solid, he could have put up a whole log cabin using his dick as a hammer.
“You need more, baby?” He rasped thickly, hoping she did, praying she didn’t.
“God, yes. Please.”
Fuck.Okay.
She threw her leg over his thigh, pressing her wet pussy to his jeans, opening herself up better.
“Inside,” Poppy whispered, her hands crawling back up around his neck, “hurts inside, Tait.”
Texas was probably tattooing his heartbeats into the side of her ribs with how close he kept her when he grunted and did as she asked.
Honest to God, he couldn’t have done anything else other than make her feel good when he slowly pushed his two middle fingers inside her tight opening and started to move them deeper with each slide.
“Ohh..” she breathed, her head back, eyes clashed with his.
“Am I hurting you?”
“God, no,” she sort of laughed and rolled up her hips like a siren.
“Feel good?”
“Mmhm.” Her head bobbed on his shoulder. And then she started cussing under her breath which he found adorable. Gorgeous, sheltered socialite who probably never had a fuck on her tongue before was cursing left and right until he fucked his fingers extra hard and got her off once more.
“Oh, wow.” She said with her teeth grazing his shoulder, “orgasms make me happy.”
Good for her, he thought with sweat all over his body and her pleasure dripping off his fingers, because her orgasms made him fucking miserable.
“Will—will you give me a kiss?” She was flushed everywhere and Texas still couldn't believe he was doing the nasty with Poppy of all people.
Prowled half over her soft body he began to lean up to capture her already kiss-swollen lips, she could have as many kisses as she wanted, he was already addicted to nibbling her mouth, she tasted like fresh sweet fruit.
Her hand on his shoulder when his mouth hovered over hers stopped him, eyes met, she blinked shyly and flushed some more.
“No, I mean, will youkiss me, Tait?”
Ah. Fuck.Yeah.
He chuckled miserably yet willing to do anything for her and kissed down her body, using his wide shoulders to nudge open her shy thighs, the pretty girl still needed coaxing in showing him her perfect glistening pussy.
“You know you can just ask me to go down on you, Poppy.”
