Page 65 of Powerful Deception

“I would have let you do anything you wanted to me.”

My lips meet hers before the last syllable is said and it’s nothing like how our lips met this morning. This time is more aggressive, more hungry, more sensual.

My tongue swipes along her lips and when she opens up, it swipes against hers causing the sweetest moan to release from her mouth.

This kiss is not something that I expected to come from a girl like Arianna, but I’m grasping at every single aspect of it.

Every moan.

Every whimper.

Every movement of her body.

I grasp everything she is giving, and I want more of it.

Without breaking our lips apart, I slide my hands from the wall back to her body. Moving them down until I’m cupping her ass and lifting until her feet are off the ground and her legs going around my waist.

I dig my fingers into the fabric of her yoga pants, pulling her closer against my body until I feel her grinding against me.

Wanting more, I move us over to the bedroom. It’s when I sit on the mattress with her on my lap, that she pulls her lips away from mine.

She looks at me with those doe eyes, that I feel like I can crumble below her. It’s a feeling that I have only felt with one other person, my wife.

Her hands move along my hair as she speaks. “Do you really believe me?”

It’s a simple five-word question, but I know my answer means something to her.

Do I?

For all I know, she could be lying through her teeth, and I wouldn’t know it.

I look at her, and when I look into her eyes, I know my answer.

She gave me the truth, it’s time I give her mine.

“I believe you.”

The smile she gives me is one that she hasn’t granted me before. It’s beautiful, just like her.

“Good. Now fuck me.”

It’s as if my words made her a bit lighter.

I can’t help but smirk at her use of colorful language.

“Amate, I will not only fuck, I’ll fuck you until you no longer know how to use your legs.”

She looks like she’s about to say something, but I stop her before a sound can leave her.

I stand us up and without thinking I throw her on the made bed and strip her of all her clothing.

Not a word is said between us as I slide her bottoms off her, followed by her shirt. It’s as she lays there with just a small triangle covering her pussy and a bra that just covers her nipples, when thoughts start to creep in.

Is fucking the nanny the right thing?

It takes a second for me to realize that I don’t give a fuck if it’s the right thing or not, that covered pussy is calling for me and I’m going to fuck the nanny into tomorrow.

With my mouth salivating, I lean forward and ripped the remainder articles of clothing covering Arianna’s body.

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