Page 22 of King of Lies
He freezes as if he wasn’t expecting me to return the favor. I watch as his eyes heat and his erection bobs. He likes the idea of it.
“You want the taste of me?” he asks. And it’s now that I know that I do. I want it.
“Yes.”
“I find, Hen, that I want your mouth on my cock more than my next breath. But I’m telling you now, you don’t have to.”
“That’s a big part of why I want to,” I admit.
“Then let’s get you what you want,” he says as I take his hand and let him lead me back to the bedroom.
He pulls us gently to the bed and then lays back, propped up on the pillows. He lets his powerful thighs drop open and with one hand tucked behind his head, he wraps the other around his thick length and strokes. He’s so beautiful laying here like this, like a gift just for me. I have to stop and watch for a moment.
“I can come like this, Hen. With my hand and that hungry look on your face,” he says. “I don’t need more if you’re not up for the challenge. But I find that the way that you’re looking at me and my cock has the train on the tracks and there’s no stopping it.”
“Mmm.”
“What do you want, Hen?”
“You,” I answer. “In my mouth.”
“Then come here,” he orders gruffly, still stroking his length.
I crawl between his legs and curl up, wrapping my own hand around him and taking a tentative lick. He’s salty and tangy and the groan that he lets out, like it’s being ripped from his chest, I feel between my legs like he hasn’t made me come all night.
“Christ,” he bites out and I part my lips and test how deep in my mouth I can take him. The answer is not deep at all because I don’t know what I’m doing and he’s huge, but I try my best. We make up for my lack of skill with effort and the way both of our hands stoke him underneath my mouth.
“Mmm,” I hum, lost in the moment and I feel him jerk.
“I’m going to come,” he bites out. “If you don’t want it to be in your mouth then stop now and I’ll finish.”
But I want it. I don’t know why. I want what he has to give me. So I let instinct take over and think of how he pleasured me with his mouth both times and I suck the tip of him as hard as I can. I’m rewarded when his fingers spear into my hair and grip as his hips jerk.
“Fuck,” he bites out as he fills my mouth with his cum.
I don’t know what to do so I swallow quickly and then lap at him until he lets go of my hair. I let him go and rest my head on his thigh as I look at him.
“Come here,” he says, and I climb up his body where he wraps his arms around me before crushing his mouth to mine. “Now I’m never letting you go.”
“Okay,” I agree quietly, making him smile.
He holds me for a while before letting me go and climbing from the bed to grab his suit coat. I watch as he pulls a small velvet box from his pocket.
“I got you a gift while I was out of town.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him. “The flowers were more than enough.”
“I know,” he says with a smile, climbing back in bed and taking me back in his arms. He drapes me across his side. “But I was leaving a meeting and walking down the street I saw this in a window and thought it would look lovely on you.”
He hands me the box and I open it, afraid that it will be something over the top just like he is and not at all like me. But it’s not. It’s a pair of small gold hoops that hug my ear lobes with little gold hearts hanging from them, and a matching necklace with a larger gold heart hanging from a slim gold chain. It’s very understated and very me.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “I love them.”
“You’re most welcome, Hen,” he says. Then he kisses me deeply before turning us so that he’s holding me tight in his arms, and we drift off to sleep. I do so in the knowledge that maybe girls like me do get the fairytale after all.
It’s just too bad I’ll find out later how very wrong I am.
Chapter 8
