Page 57 of Master of Lies

“You shouldn’t make yourself vulnerable like that,” he said. “Laying yourself wide open. You should know better. It scares me that you don’t.”

“Oh, definitely,” I agreed. “Be afraid, be very afraid. Thanks to you, I’ve been saved from a disaster of my own making. Yay, you. Now let me get up.”

“I can’t,” he said starkly.

“Then why are you scolding me?”

“I don’t know!” he said. “It was a dick thing to say. But I never know what I’m going to say to you. Stuff just comes out of my mouth. I’m as surprised as you are.”

I stare at him thoughtfully for a moment. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s try this again from the top. Jed, look me in the eye. Do you have any diseases?”

“No,” he said. “I’m clean.”

“Well, guess what? I believe you. I’m fine, too. Haven’t been with anyone in ages. Had blood work done since then. It’s all good. Do you believe me?”

“Of course,” he said.

“Great. That’s settled. So. Do you want this?”

“Fuck yes,” he said.

“Well, thank God,” I said sharply. “Then shut up and take it.”

He lifted me effortlessly, and with a few deft moves, got his own belt open and pants down. His cock sprang out, and he shifted me into place, holding his cock in place beneath me. Caressing me with it. His smooth, broad cockhead stroked my sensitized pussy, petting my folds, teasing them, then nudging slowly inside.

I loved that slow, tight glide as he entered me, sinking to full length. I felt so soft, so slick, honey-sweet, meltingly tender. A good thing, too, because there was a lot of him, filling me up. I rocked and squeezed around his stiff girth. He lifted me with his hands under my ass, and of course, instantly, it was perfect. The angle, the pulsing stroke, each expert thrust just running over my spot, sliding over it, stroking it, loving it.

Everything about him got to me. I loved the beard, the long, thick hair. The bruises and scratches on his face were valiant signs of heroism. His eyes were hot with arousal as he stared at me, driving me closer…closer…

Into another crashing wave of incredible, pulsing sweetness.

When I opened my eyes, he was carrying me down the corridor.

“The bed in the right-hand room is made up,” I told him.

He turned to the right, leaving the door open, but didn’t turn the light on, thank God. I felt too raw to be seen. The light that filtered in through the corridor from the kitchen at the end of the hall was already too much.

He sent me down on the bed, and gestured for me to turn around.

“Hands and knees,” he said. “I’m going to finish.”

“Okay,” I whispered, but in my current blasted state, it was more like face, elbows, and knees. I braced myself against his deep thrusts. Not gentle, not rough, just perfect. Hot and lusty, and just exactly what I craved. He stirred me up, giving me all his strength, all his need, all his thick, gorgeous cock. Harder, deeper, wilder.

I realized that he was waiting, holding off on coming in order to bring me off once again before he let go…and I was right there, teetering on the edge…almost…

We exploded together.

Somehow, he managed to get us both under the covers. I had no idea how he did it. But I had the quilt pulled over us, and I was against his heat, my head under his chin.

I was too wrecked to think clearly, but a stark realization still drifted through my mind. This stunt hadn’t necessarily gotten through his guard.

All it had done was completely trash what little was left of mine.

CHAPTER22

Jed

Irun through the prison, looking for something important, but I can’t remember what. All the doors and gates gape open, and signs of struggle are everywhere. Blood smears and splatters on the walls, bullet holes. Something terrible happened here.

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