Page 57 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
Hercules
I shove my fingers deeper into her ass. I want to feel the tips on my tongue. I want to punish her for lying to me. For being so damn sexy. For making me want her. If she wants to play this game, then I’ll play it. She’s Lark Davenport.
Damn… she’s wetter. Hell.
Her hot, soft thighs against my head send my cock into a tizzy. I’m punishing it on purpose. It’s dripping, though, knocking against my underwear, begging to be released.
“Oh… Hercules!” she screams.
Her eyes are closed, but I haven’t stopped looking at her. I see that girl from Mrs. Fontaine’s class. How many times have I fantasized about doing this to her? Too many. Now Paisley Grove is in my mouth, and she tastes as sweet as I knew she would.
It’s time.I lick her slit, lapping her sweet juices. Her sweetness belongs to me, at least for now. I don’t want to think about her deception. I can’t.
Actually, I can. I spread her thighs as far as they can go. “Don’t close them.”
She’d better not close them.
I leap to my feet, glaring at her glistening slit. I see it all—the slit, the clit, the entrance.Shit.
I unbuckle. I unbutton. I unzip.
Air swallows my cock. It’s free. I step out of my pants as she lies against the sofa, like a wilted flower that’s had too much water. And she’s still wearing her bra, covering my favorite set of breasts.
“Take off your bra,” I command. “And keep your thighs open.”Shit. I can’t believe I’m close to coming already.
I would do it. But I want to see her do it. I want to see how she does it when she’s by herself.
I lick my lips when she arches her back to reach behind her and unhook the bra.Hold your horses, Herc.I take a condom out of my pocket, letting her know I came over planning to do her.
Her perky tits topped by hard nipples are asking for it. I can’t spread her across this couch. It hinders my range of motion.
“Now stand up,” I say.
She doesn’t hesitate. She’s on her feet.Paisley knows how this goes, doesn’t she?She’s a Grove. And in this dynamic between us, I’m the leader. I’m in charge. I’m number one.
I spin her around and pull her against me. I put my lips next her ear. “I can do anything to you, can’t I?”
She nods.
I press my lips to her ear. My cock is angry. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she chirps.
I run my hands from her shoulders and down her arms. She’s so damn soft. My index finger slides up the middle of her back.Paisley Grove.I’m shivering now. Blood rushes to my cock, and if I don’t get inside her, I’ll blow, and then she’ll know that it’s not me who holds the power in this situation.
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