Page 97 of A Villain’s Lies

“What are you doing? I can’t fuck you from down there,” he says, reaching for me.

I push his hands away and lift the dress I’m wearing over my head. I am wearing nothing underneath. He pauses, then sits back and stares at me. His eyes leave mine as he takes in my body.

“Touch me, and I stop,” I warn. Grayson nods as I lean up and push his legs apart. “Lift your hips.” He does, and I pull the trousers down until they hit the floor. Then I push his legs back open, so I can move between them. Leaning forward, I kiss up his inner thigh until I reach his cock. He jumps just a little, his hands staying behind his head as he watches me.

“You teasing me? I have no patience to be teased,” Grayson says, his voice full of lust.

I say nothing back, simply letting my mouth do the work. I lick, taste, and suck in places all around his cock. At the base, at the top, just not touching where I know he wants me to touch.

“Avani…” He growls.

“Yes?” I say innocently.

“I don’t care for foreplay. I’d rather slide into you, so move it before I give in and break.”

“Break,” I whisper. “How interesting.” Just as I say the last word, I lean forward and cover the tip of his cock with my mouth.

“Fuck,” he swears. His hands move from behind his head, but I give him a look, and he stops, clenching them into fists as I try to take him as far down as I can without gagging. I do this three times before being suddenly lifted like a doll and placed onto his lap. “That’s enough. I would rather come in your pussy.”

I wipe at my mouth. “You were going to come that fast?” I ask, smirking.

“Yes, because of you. Now sit.”

“Sit?”

“Yes, sit the fuck down on my cock.”

“Oh, that I can do.”

His thumb finds my clit and starts to massage it lightly as I hover over his cock. Finally, I tilt my hips and feel him at my entrance.

“Tell me, how much do you want me right now?” he asks.

“Can you feel how wet I am?”

He slips a finger in and licks his lips. “Yes.”

I push his hand away and lower myself onto him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, and I have to pause when he’s fully seated inside me. It’s a lot, but just right at the same time.

“Fuck!” He breathes out heavily.

“Yes, that’s what I plan to do,” I say, leaning forward and touching my lips to his.

He palms my ass cheeks and starts moving me hard and fast until the rhythm is unmatched. Leaning forward, he bites my shoulder, marking me as I grip onto him for dear life.

“Faster,” he demands, increasing the speed, my clit rubbing on him with each and every stroke.

How can sex feel so fucking good?

It’s like magic.

Seduction.

I never want to come up for air.

Or maybe that’s simply Grayson.

We both come at the same time, and neither of us can help ourselves. I fall forward onto his chest, and he strokes my back lazily.

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