Page 107 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

“Shit, condoms. I don’t have any,” he grunted.

He couldn’t stop now. I needed him as bad as oxygen right now.

“It’s fine. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”

I’d started taking them after Cuba because a part of me knew it’d be hard to resist the craving at some point. He stared at me for a while. I knew what he was thinking.

“I have not slept with anyone after you.” I didn’t know why I’d felt the need to tell him.

His silence made me wonder if he’d been with anyone those three years. His fingers had stopped moving inside me, and it made me ache.

“It’s okay if you were involved with someone else,” I said even if I felt jealousy eating through me at the thought of it.

“I have not been with anyone either,” he said quietly. His fingers resumed their movement, his thumb adding to my pleasure as it circled my clit.

He removed his fingers and pulled me closer. He dragged his cock through my slit, and I shivered. We both watched as the broad head parted my folds and circled my clit repeatedly till I was begging him to fuck me. I bit on my lip as he slid in with ease. I couldn’t get enough of him as I lifted my hips. He pushed in slowly into my entrance. I groaned at the soreness, and he paused his movement.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“Should I stop?”

“Please no,” I replied quickly.

He smirked and slid his thick shaft the rest of the way into me. My back arched as his size stretched me wide and full.

“So tight and wet. You feel like heaven,” he grunted.

He moved slowly, watching me as I whimpered in pain and pleasure. He leaned closer and kissed me softly as he slid in and out of me. I ran my fingers over his skin, brushing my palms up his back, shoulders, and hair. This felt like more than sex. I didn’t want it to end. I kissed him with my heart, touched him like he was my whole world, and whispered his name like he was my lifeline.

He pulled my legs up to his shoulders. He thrust his hips purposefully, trying to get me to adjust to his size.

“I was starting to wonder what happened to your libido.”

My sentence earned me an unexpected hard and deep thrust that inched me forward on the bed, made me arch my back and roll my eyes. I was sure I’d feel him for days after this. I moaned and gasped in delight. He spread my thighs open and made me hold them wide.

“Look at me,” he growled as I tried to bury my face in the pillow to block out the sound of my moans.

“I’m trying not to scream here,” I glared at him, and he smirked.

He looked down to where we connected, watching himself fuck me. He groaned and moved faster while I tried not to pass out from the intense sensations driving me to the edge. He suddenly pulled out and flipped me around onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and dragged me up till my ass was in the air. I fisted the sheets as he entered me from behind. He kneaded my ass, digging his fingers into my skin and smacking me while I groaned into the pillow.

“You have no idea how much I want to possess every part of you, imprint myself in your mind, and ruin every other man for you.”

His hand trailed up my spine and to the back of my neck. He leaned down and kissed the scar on my back. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck as he thrust into me with vigor from behind. The slapping of skin, stifled moans, and wetness echoed in the room. It was impossible to hold back the hums of pleasure leaving my lips. The pillow did little to block out the sound.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I gasped as he hit my G-spot.

He didn’t stop slamming into the same spot, and it drove me wild with ecstasy. I moaned so loud.

He turned me around again, but I was quick to push him back on the bed and straddle him. His lips curled upward, and he gripped my hips as I guided him into me. He grunted as I moved my hips, grinding against him. As if it wasn’t enough, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me raw and fast. My whole body tensed. I almost couldn’t breathe. I was floating in high ecstasy and slipping into another dimension.

“Tristan, I can’t. It’s too much,” I gasped, trying to hold on to something from the intense pleasure and sensation shooting through my body.

“Yes, you can.” He smacked my ass.

Tristan sat up and wrapped his left arm around me. His right hand cupped my neck as he pulled me to his lips. I rocked my hips, my sweaty and flushed skin pressed against his hard torso. I kissed him like it was the last time, held him like I was about to lose him, and sank into him because I didn’t know what the future was going to be like for us. At this point, he was making love to my soul, not my body. I let him possess every part of me.

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