Page 106 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

He was like a starved man, dragging his tongue over my folds, sucking and licking with no patience. He wanted to devour every single drop of pleasure from me. He slipped in a finger, and I arched my back and tried to close my legs, but he pushed them wide. He added another finger and leaned closer, driving me mad with both his tongue and fingers. The sound of the wetness between my legs and Tristan’s constant, throaty groan of pleasure echoed in the room. I used my palm to cover my mouth, squirming on the bed as Tristan’s tongue circled and his fingers stroked my G-spot. My whole body shook as an intense orgasm left me panting and gripping Tristan’s hair to get him away from my over-sensitized clit.

“Tristan,” I groaned as he kept going.

He pulled back and crawled to my body. He slipped both fingers into my mouth and watched me lick myself clean from his fingers. He put the same fingers into his mouth and sucked. I pushed myself up on my good elbow and connected our lips in a passionate kiss. He pushed my shoulder back to the bed, not breaking the kiss. He hooked one arm around me, holding me in an embrace as he kissed me slowly, like he wanted to savor every taste. He was all I could breathe. I kissed every inch of his face down to his neck.

“I want you inside me,” I said, kissing his neck.

He groaned, rubbing himself brazenly against my bare center. We both sighed in content at the contact.

“I didn’t wait three years for a quick fuck. If I only get tonight, I want to take my time,” he whispered against my flushed skin, and his tongue licked behind my ear. “I plan on using every second of it. I will make sure tonight remains engraved in your head forever. I’ll make sure it’s all you think about. I’ll make sure I’m all you think about when another man touches you, Chloe Simpson.”

He found my lips and kissed me deep, as if releasing all his frustration on me. He spread my legs wide and slipped two fingers inside me.

“Make yourself come,” he said, pulling back to watch me fuck his fingers.

I lifted my hips shamelessly, sliding his long fingers in and out of me, stretching me raw. I stared at the bulge in his sweatpants before meeting his eyes. He held my gaze, as if daring me to forget about this moment. Forget about him. Forget about us.

“Just like that, baby, nice and slow,” he rasped, his eyes glued to the apex of my thighs.

“Can you take another one?” he asked as he added another finger, and I groaned.

“You feel amazing,” he said, leaning closer.

His thumb found my clit and circled on the hard nub. I moved my hips faster as I chased my high. I wanted more than his fingers, but I didn’t want this to end quickly too. My toes curled on the bed as my body shook with another orgasm. Tristan swallowed my moans with kisses, fisting my hair as his tongue devoured my mouth.

He removed his fingers and swirled the wetness on my nipples, and he dipped his head down and sucked it clean from my tits. He pulled away, lips plump and wet as his eyes ran down my body. My hand reached out and palmed the bulge evident in his sweatpants. He grunted, pushing his hips against my palm.

“I want to taste you. No rush, right? We only got tonight,” I said, and I saw something flicker in his eyes. A glint of disappointment and pain.

He stepped down from the bed, and I watched as he pulled the piece of clothing down his long legs. He was so beautiful; it hurt not to stare. My eyes slid down. He was huge, just as I remembered. I tried to stand up from the bed, desperate to have him in my mouth, but he stopped me.

“Don’t move.”

I lay back and watched him climb the bed. I held his gaze as he slid up my body till he was straddling my face. His dick growing hard mere inches from my face.

“How is your elbow?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my hair and caressed my cheek.

“Good.” I smiled, my eyes focused on the image in front of me.

I loved having him this close. My hands itched to touch the strong muscles of his thighs, his firm abs leading to the V-line of his hips and those strong arms, bulging with muscles and veins. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and tapped the broad tip on my lips.

“Open.” He pushed through my lips, and I opened up for him.

A throaty groan slipped from his mouth, and it was the hottest sound I’d heard in a while. He let me adjust to his size before thrusting into my mouth.

“Grab my thighs if it’s too much for you,” he said, and I nodded as I licked around the broad head.

I ran my palms up his chest, fingers gripping and leaving marks behind. I tried to take him deeper, but he was too big. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged. I relaxed my throat and took his down my throat. He hummed in pleasure as he pumped into my mouth. My toes curled from the sound he was making.

“Fuck, that’s so good, Chloe,” he moaned.

My hand drifted to the base, matching the rhythm with my mouth as I sucked harder and faster. He grunted, shuddering and grabbing a fistful of my hair.

“I will die if I don’t get inside you,” he groaned and pulled away, sliding down my body.

“Can we test that theory?” I said, and he laughed, burying his face in my neck.

He kissed my neck and squeezed my breast in his palm. He pulled away, and I stared shamelessly at his thick shaft, already dripping with pre-cum at the rosy tip. I spread my legs as he moved between them, and he slipped two fingers inside me as he stroked himself.

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