Page 55 of One Twisted Lie

God, he’s so hot when he’s supportive. I smack the controller out of his hands and tackle him. Taking his mouth in a bruising kiss, pressing every inch of me into him. When I pull back, he’s beautifully flustered, a pretty pink tint creeping up his neck. “I thought we were going to go show this to the guys.”

I shake my head as I reach for the bottom of his shirt. “I have another idea.”

“I think I like where this is going,” he smirks, hastily pushing his joggers down without any shame. “Give me a second to get myself prepped—”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He stops with his joggers halfway past his knees. His jaw drops and he looks at me like I’m crazy. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it.” I kiss his lips and help him pull his joggers all the way off. “I want you to feel the way I feel when I slide inside you.” I take off my shirt, my mouth watering as he licks his lips. “I want you to experience something hot and tight wrapped around your cock.” I pull my own pants down, draw my underwear under my ass and turn for him. “I’ve even prepped myself for you.”

Yes, inserting the suspiciously large butt plug that I ordered online had been awkward and mortifying but with enough lube and determination, it had fit.

“Holy shit…” he trails off, his hands pushing my cheeks apart as he stares at the butt plug. “You’re going to make me come just looking. Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.”

I chuckle nervously as I look at him over my shoulder. “But I also…”

I also want to show him that the fragile trust we had has been mended. I want to show him that I trust him with my body, with my heart, with my soul. By letting him inside me, I want that very last barrier in between us to be washed away. I want nothing separating us anymore. No more hesitancy, no more restraint, just a future we can both be happy to be a part of.

I don’t have to say the words. The tender smile on his face and the reverence in his eyes speak for themselves. He kisses one of my cheeks, then the other, before circling his fingers against my rim. “I’ll cherish it, babe. I’ll love it. I’ll burn all those promises into your skin.”

“Creepy,” I snort at his poetic words but chuckle with relief and a bit of pain as he pulls out the plug.

“I’m trying to romance you, shut the fuck up,” he growls, pushing me until I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me.

I shake my head and flip our positions, straddling him as I reach for the lube in the drawer behind us. “I don’t want you to romance me. I want you to get on with it.”

“So you still get to top from the bottom? How’s that fair?”

“That’s the way it is, princess.”

I grit my teeth as I start to slide down onto his cock. It’s huge and the plug helped but nothing can compare to an actual cock going up an ass. After the first barrier, where it seems like he really might not fit, the glide is easier. It’s still uncomfortable stretching for him, but my solace is in the look on his face as I do. His brows are pinched in concentration, he’s biting at the corner of those pretty pink lips, and his blue eyes are mesmerized as they track my movements.

But then it’s love. It’s fucking love I see in his eyes when I finally meet his hips. I give an experimental roll, and it’s like all the pieces click together. Like the missing part ofushas finally been found.

“Holy shit, stop moving,” he begs, trying to hold on to my hips, but I just slap his hands away.

“No. You can hold on for me, princess,” I snap, planting my hands on his chest as I bounce on his cock. I throw my head back in ecstasy, pleasure overriding any pain. “Christ, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

I’m slamming down onto him, chasing my own high, using my precious princess like I always do. And he’s taking everything I’m giving him with moans and groans and pleas to not stop, and hands that push and pull at me.

I tug him up until he’s sitting, and my legs are wrapped around his waist, continuing to ride him with our foreheads pressed together, our lips grazing the other. That’s when his vulnerability comes out.

“Tell me how much you love me.”

For such an asshole, he can be a sweetheart sometimes. His dark blue eyes are pleading, his sweaty forehead rolling against mine as his fingers find their way to my heart. I should tease him a bit, but I don’t.

“More than that stupid flash drive,” I say honestly, giving him a gentle kiss. I run one hand through his hair, the other loosely circling his neck. “And you?”

“More than I love myself.”

“Now that’s saying something.”

“Let me do some of the work,” he whines, pushing me until I’m on my back. I don’t protest at all. He shoves my legs up so that they almost touch my shoulders, and he fucking hammers into me. Typically, he’s the submissive one in the bedroom, but one taste of my ass and he’s a monster.

I fucking love it.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that, princess,” I beg, holding on to the rough carpet beneath me. “Stroke my cock. Make me come.”

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