Page 59 of The Lies I've Told
No one deserved to be shackled to a man like me.
Not with the future I had coming.
“Oh my God, I can’t move,” she said into her pillow, slowly stretching her naked body in a catlike movement beside me.
Unable to resist, my hand glided along her side, following the natural curve of her hip to the deep valley around her waist.
She was perfection personified.
When she rolled toward me, my hand found its way to her belly, and my eyes met hers.
“Good morning.” I smiled. “Seems like you’re moving just fine. Should I take that as a criticism to my performance?”
She sensed the teasing tone in my voice and grinned. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to be walking bowlegged for the next week. Your pride can remain firmly in tact. No worries.”
My grin widened. “So, does that mean you’re too sore for an encore?”
Her breath hitched as I began to dip my hand lower, drifting past her belly button to the juncture of her thighs.
When I heard a tiny moan escape her lips, I knew she was more than ready.
Wasting no time I shifted on the bed, placing myself between her legs, like a man knelt before an altar for prayer.
Maybe Millie was the only kind of religion I needed.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I said, running my hands along her silky thighs as I dotted kisses down each one. Her legs quivered in anticipation. “The first time I did this, I made you come so hard, you had to scream into a pillow to keep from waking the other guests in the inn.” I looked up at her one last time. “Don’t hold back this time. Wake this whole fucking flea bag motel if you want.”
The moment my tongue tasted her sweet flesh, I was in goddamn heaven. I felt her body jolt, and her breath heave.
“Shit!” she screamed.
Smiling, I clamped my hands down around her hips, pinning her to the bed as I fucked her with my mouth.
Hearing her moans and cries of passion made me feel like a bloody king.
“Oh God, Aiden!” she uttered as I flicked her clit over and over with my tongue, plunging three fingers into her core at the same time.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Her body arched, accentuating her breasts and those tight pink nipples.
It was too much. It was all too much. I knew I couldn’t finish without being inside her.
Reaching for the nightstand, I grabbed a condom, ripped the goddamn thing open, and slammed that thing down on my throbbing dick. Grabbing her by the hips, I flipped her onto her knees, and in one swift motion I slammed into her with a guttural grunt.
“Oh shit,” I groaned.
It felt so good.
Withdrawing to the tip, I didn’t waste any time. I was like a mad man possessed.
Thrust after thrust.
Moan after moan.
I couldn’t stop.
Gripping her hips, I fucked her hard. So bloody hard.
Reaching underneath her, I pressed between her thighs, finding her clit once more, sending her over the edge. She did as she had been told and didn’t hold back, crying out her release to the heavens and everyone else between.
