Page 25 of Master of Lies

As I spoke, I thrust two fingers up into her tight little hole, and sucked her wet fingers into my mouth. Her hot, sweet female taste almost made me come in my pants.

She cried out, going rigid as the orgasm blasted through her. I pinned her against the wall to keep her upright, still sucking on her fingers. Loving the hot clutching wet pulses of her pussy around my fingers. It went on and on. It was fucking incredible.

When her orgasm eased down, I scooped her up and carried her into the other room. The heater had been doing its work in the meantime, so it was no longer like a freezer, but it still wasn’t warm. I set her down onto the edge of the bed. Kneeled to deal with those ridiculous red boots. Unfastening the buckles at her ankle, because she didn’t appear to be up to the task herself. Not with that look on her face.

Sandee clutched the edge of the mattress with those bright blue fake fingernails, shivering. Her sharp, rapid breathing was the only sound in the room, other than the crackle of the wood in the stove, the buzz of the space heaters, the endless howling of the wind outside. We were in this little magic bubble, outside of time and space.

Fucking this girl had taken on a huge inevitability. Like a boulder rolling downhill, picking up speed, momentum, snow. Flattening everything in its path.

I pulled off her boots, massaging her chilly, gracefully shaped feet. Her nails were painted dark blue. She was a contradiction. Clearly experienced, but her response to sex was not what I’d expected. She seemed…well, blindsided by pleasure. Like she hadn’t been expecting that orgasm. Like a clueless virgin, discovering it all for the first time. It made no sense at all, but I was too turned on to dwell on it.

I went over to the box of supplies that the Drakes had left for me, checking to see if Darius had left condoms. It was a running joke between us. Darius believed in being prepared for anything, but most especially for sex.

There they were. I’ve never been so grateful in my life for Darius’s wise--ass gag. It was just a couple of three-packs, which would barely take the edge off, but they were better than nothing. I ripped one off the string and tore it open.

“Do you want this?” I asked. “You’re sure?”

Sandee struggled to speak, lips still trembling, and failed. She nodded.

“Say it,” I said. “Say the words. Do you want me inside you?”

“I…I want you,” she said, her voice shaky but audible.

I pulled the condom from its envelope and held it out. “Then take me,” I said. “Put this on and ask me for it. Loud enough so I can hear.”

Her lips twitched. “I did, James,” she reminded me. “Many times. I’m starting to wonder if you’re feeling insecure.”

“Again,” I said obdurately, through clenched teeth. “Ask, every step of the way.”

She cocked her head inquisitively. “Is this a power trip? Making me beg?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, I guess. Is it working?”

She gave me a seductive glance from under her lashes. “What do you think?”

I stroked her cheek, tilted up her chin. “I assume nothing right now. It’s been a long, weird day. Just fucking indulge me.”

I pressed the condom into her hand. Sandee leaned forward, and I gasped as she grabbed my cock. But instead of rolling on the latex, she sucked my cockhead into her mouth again. Both hands, squeezing. That little pink tongue, flicking, sliding, swirling, suckling. God, this girl is fucking killing me.

I wound my hands into her hair, tugging it away. “No,” I choked out.

Her eyes snapped open, and she retreated swiftly. “Sorry,” she murmured.

I wound my hands into her hair, not letting her go. “No, no, no. I love it when you do that. It feels incredible. I just can’t take any more of that without coming again.”

“So come,” she said. “I like it when you come. It’s a huge turn-on for me.”

I shook my head. “You first,” I said. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you come the next time. Like you squeezed my fingers. I love that.”

She gave me a dazzling smile that wiped my mind blank, and smoothed the latex over my cock, adjusting it with a caressing squeeze, root to tip. Stroking, twisting.

I gave her a little push, inviting her to fall backward. She leaned back onto her elbows, a shy smile on her face, gracefully opening her beautiful legs with a soft, jerky little sigh. She grabbed my hand, and pressed it against her mound.

Whoa, there I was, breathing down the excitement before it could go off like a bomb as I stroked and petted her with my fingertips. So sweet and hot and perfect, those pink pussy lips, all puffed up and swollen and slick. Sticky sweet, like honey.

Honeypot? I wondered once again if Boer could possibly have set her on me.

No way. Those bastards had attacked her to punish me. She was outside of this shitshow, and I was all done questioning my bizarre fortune. I notched my cock into her hot, slick opening, enjoying the arch and sigh and wiggle of eagerness as she lifted herself to take me deeper…and deeper, into her tight, clinging warmth.

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