Page 106 of Surviving Lies

Fuck, she was right. My dick was rock solid for her already, had been since my mouth first touched her.

“Get your ass on the floor. We need your pants off, pronto!” she laughed.

I positioned myself in the tiny bathroom the best I could so she could grab the bottoms and pull. But I was nervous she was going to slip on the floor and get hurt.

“Ty, are you wearing skinny jeans now? What the fuck?”

“No! Christ, they’re just fucking soaking wet. They weigh, like, ten pounds. Here, let me help.” We were both trying to shimmy them off of me and actually got them down to my knees when, as I expected, her footing started going on the wet tile. I saw it happening and grabbed her arm to pull her forward instead of onto her back. Her full, naked body landed on top of mine.

“Oomph!” she cried out.

“Are you OK?” I asked, truly concerned by how hard she landed.

“Yeah,” she started, “my boobs acted as airbags on impact.” She started laughing, and it was an amazing sound. Her hair fell in a curtain to the floor next to my face as she held herself up over me, but I stopped her from getting up more. My hands held her in place on her ass, grabbing it without shame. “Hm, you like this, huh? Did you plan on this happening, Mr. Brennan?”

“No, I would never intentionally try to hurt you, but now that you’re here ...”

Her lips lowered onto mine, and the kiss was soft and sensual. And it went right to my dick as it pulsated between us. Her tongue darted between our lips, teasing me.

“I think we really need to get those jeans off of you, Ty,” she said.

I gently moved her aside, knowing they would slide off my legs from where they now were. Once I added them to the pile of wet clothes, I stood and pulled her up with me. Heading toward the bed, I saw her glance at my wallet on her dresser. And I knew exactly where her mind went as she reached for it.

“Come here for a sec, Bec,” I said as I pulled her to the bed and we both sat. “About the condom thing. I want to explain.”

She started waving her hands at me to stop me from talking.

“No, no, you don’t have to say another word. I get it now. I can only assume she was on the pill, too, but you guys still got pregnant. Am I right?” She sat staring at me, the wallet in her hands.

All I did was nod. And my guilt consumed me again. “Every time you yelled at me for wearing one, it was the perfect opportunity to tell you. But I was scared, so fucking scared you would walk away from me. I’m so sorry, Becca. I really am.”

She crawled over me and straddled my lap, which was fucking sexy. “Ty,” she said as she opened my wallet and removed the square foil packet. “It’s all making so much sense now. No more apologies, at least not today.” She tore the packet open with her teeth and removed the condom. She grabbed a hold of my stiff dick, which was standing up between us, and began rolling the condom from its tip down the shaft. “I think we need to get back to making up. What do you think?” she asked as she gripped the base of me and pumped me in her hands.

Still gripping her ass, I pulled her even closer yet and reached my mouth up to taste her. The dark tip of her breast met my lips, and I sucked her deep into my mouth. Her hands dropped a hold of my dick and reached for my head, holding me close to her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair. Small moans vibrated against the top of my head as she started grinding herself against my lap.

“Fuck me, Ty. I want you to fuck me,” she moaned.

“You’re on top, baby girl. Tell me what you want,” I said.

She sat back and looked at me, the twinkle in her eye immediate.

She lifted on her knees and grabbed a hold of my dick. Rubbing it along her seam, she lined it up, teasing her hole, and me, by pushing me into her about an inch. Then lifting again.

“Oh, Bec, baby, you’re killin’ me,” I told her.

“This is the best form of punishment, though, isn’t it?” she asked with a smirk.

Before I could even answer her, she threw herself onto me, driving my dick inside her pussy.

“Ohhh,” she purred.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

“Lay back, Ty,” she said. Quite controlling, I might add.

I obliged. Willingly.

Looking up at her, the beauty of her sitting atop me, I was amazed that she chose me to be hers.

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