Page 34 of Don't Trust Him

“That makes two of us.” Breathing hard, I run one hand through his hair as I let the other fall to his crotch. I press my palm there, and my heart skips a beat as I feel something long and hard hiding under the fabric of his pants. “Is this for me?”

“It’s all yours.” Breaking apart from our kiss, he flashes me a hungry smile and then pulls the straps of my dress down my shoulders. I do nothing as he pushes the fabric down to my waist, baring my bra. We keep staring into each other’s eyes as the fabric of my dresses floats down my body, landing in a heap of jumbled fabric at my feet.

“Like what you see?”

“No…” His word is a whisper, one overflowing with raw desire. And, judging by the massive shape straining against pants, I’d say lots of it. “I fucking love it.”

As his gaze leaves mine, his hands return to my body. Slowly, he goes down on one knee, his mouth dangerously close to the wet mess that my pussy has turned into. “Oh, God,” I whisper as he leans in, my eyelids slowly closing as his mouth heads for the sweet space between my thighs.

Pressing my head against the wall, I let out a moan as I feel his lips brushing against the tender skin on my inner thighs, the tip of his tongue slowly going over the contour of my thong.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” he groans, using his thumbs to push my thong down. He does it slowly, allowing the electricity to build up in my body before he dives in, and I feel a maddening kind of anticipation taking over me.

“Then have at it.”

Acting on pure instinct, I reach for his hair and, grabbing it, I pull him against him. He comes willingly, his parted lips finding my clit in a fraction of a second. Pressuring down on it in a way no one has ever done before, he then uses one finger to part my inner lips, rubbing one fingertip up and down the length of my pussy.

“So good, so good,” I mutter, my heart beating so hard I feel my breastbone rattling.

“I should be the one saying that.” He pauses just for a moment, and then he’s back at it again, this time using his tongue to explore my pussy. It goes up its length, and then circles back down each time he hits my clit; he does it over and over again, a wildfire spreading inside me with each flick of his tongue.

Holy shit, I’ve never been eaten out like this. I don’t care if you think I’m being crude right now—I just wish I could have his mouth on me forever.

“Holy fuck!” The words fly out of me in a hurry the moment he slides one finger deep inside me, curling it upward like a hook until his fingertip is tightly pressed against my G-spot. How the hell does he know my body even better than I do? And then, as if he what he’s doing to me wasn’t enough, he slides one more finger inside me, his tongue now fully focused on giving my clit a fierce lashing.

Before I know what the hell’s happening, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs.

My head is thrown back, and I’m yanking so hard on his hair that soon enough I’m going to tear it out. Every single muscle in my body is twitching, and every single inch of my skin feels as if it’s on fire. We haven’t even started to fuck, and he has already given me the best orgasm of my entire life. You think that’s an exaggeration? It could be, but let’s be honest...this is Grayson Teague we’re talking about. And his fame, well, it seems to be based on nothing but pure facts. The man is relentless.

“Enjoying yourself?” Looking up at me, his chin glistening from my own juices, he offers me a teasing smile.

“Absolutely.” Reaching for him, I place one finger under his chin and help him get up. He does it without taking his eyes off mine, and then he just leans in and brushes his lips against mine, the flavor of my own pussy fanning the flames of desire and making me eager for more.

So much more.

I never thought I’d want a man as badly as I want him right now.

I never thought I’d want to be fucked as badly as I do know, and I sure as hell never thought that a man would ever wake in me this wild urge to act dirty. Because there’s no doubt about it—with him, there’s nothing I want more than to act dirty.

It’s a weird thing to say, but...let’s be real. We all want to act crazy, we just need the right man to help us let it all out. And I think I found a man that can do just that...and then some more..

“I want you to fuck me,” I mutter against his lips, “and I want you to do it so hard I won’t be able to stand when you’re done.”

“Is that a request or a command?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“Oh, it sure as fuck can,” he whispers, his hands going down the side of my body and then around my waist. As his fingers settle on the round curves of my ass, he pulls me up and into him; I react instinctively, lacing my legs around his torso, and gasp when he presses his body against mine.

Doing it in a hurry, he undoes the top button on his pants and pushes the zipper down; next thing I know, I feel the tip of his cock pressed against my aching pussy, its hardness making me lose my mind.

“Do it, I want you now,” I plead, my fingers turning into claws as I bury my fingernails on his back, over the fabric of his shirt. “Do it, I need you to fuck me right now, I need you to—”

When he finally thrusts, it feels like a thermonuclear explosion has happened inside my skull. My brain heats up, my heart starts galloping like a horse, and my body temperature reaches such a feverish state I wouldn’t be surprised if flames just appeared out of nowhere.

Rocking his body slightly, he starts to thrust, doing it exactly in the way I requested. Hard. He starts by picking up the pace, his long cock forcing its way against my tight inner walls, and then he simply succumbs to a maddening kind of hunger. Each time he thrusts makes me feel as if I was a virgin, discovering for the first time what sex really is about. It’s weird to think about it in such a way—I’m an experienced woman, after all—but there’s simply no better way to put it.

“Fuck, Eliza, you’re so fucking tight,” he breathes into my ear, the sound of his voice curling itself around my brain and squeezing it tight. Throwing my head back, my only reply is a deep moan, once that bounces off the walls and comes back to me as an echo of pure lust and unbridled desire.

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