Page 91 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
Hercules Valentine
“Get in here.” I tug her by her arm. I can’t wait until later. We might not survive the night, and I want to be inside Paisley Grove as much as I can. I’m addicted to her. When I’m not kissing her, I can still taste her in my mouth. When I sleep alone, I toss and turn, needing her warm body against mine. She needs to make all the right decisions tonight. I hope she will.
The elevator has stopped. No one’s going to disturb us this time. I unzip her tight jeans and then turn her to face away from me. I want to see that bubble ass of hers. I lower her pants, and her ass cheeks are exposed.
My cock is raging.Why can’t I get enough of her already?I never should have taken it this far.
“Put your hands up.” I take her by the wrists and smash her palms against the wall above her head. “Spread your legs.”
She does that too.
“Shit.”Look at that ass.
I slide my finger up and down the crease. She winces when I go inside her tight asshole. I never liked ass-sex, but hers is so scrumptious. She’s always had a sexy ass—even in high school. I can’t do it, though. My cock is too fat. I’ll hurt her—and I don’t ever want to hurt Paisley Grove.
She whimpers as I reach around her with my other hand and press and draw circles around her hard knot. She’s already shivering.Damn, she gets there so fast.I wonder if it’s because she’s so turned on by me.Will we survive the night?I hope so.
“Shit.”
I undo my pants and slam my cock into her. It doesn’t take long before I explode.
* * *
We’ve been playingwith fire. I can’t pull out. Getting her pregnant wouldn’t be so bad, though.
I’d never admit that out loud. I’m still inside her, hugging her against me. We’re frozen like this. I wish she would tell me the truth.
“What are we going to do about this?” I say in her ear.
“About what?”
“How we feel about each other.”
She’s silent.
Tell the goddamn truth, Paisley Grove.
She leans her head back and then turns it. Now I’m looking into her sexy eyes. “Are you my boyfriend?”
I put a tender kiss on her lips. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she says with a whimper.
Something tells me she’s afraid that can’t happen. “Will you betray me?” I ask.
Her eyebrows pull in just a little when she says, “Never.”
I believe her, and that’s why I slip my tongue into the space between her ripe lips.
