Page 56 of Surviving Lies

“Take your shirt off, Gage. I haven’t seen your body yet.” I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt to help him lift it over his head, eager to see what was underneath.

Of course, I was neither shocked nor disappointed by the six-pack of abs that stared back at me. What did shock me was the tip of his dick sticking out the top of his pants. His cock was so fucking big, it stuck out of the waistband of his sweats!

I couldn’t restrain myself; my fingers went to the almost purple head. The smooth skin was hot to the touch. I was tempted to pull it completely out and lean down to taste him. I looked at Gage to consider my options.

“You’ll have time to get to know him soon.”

“Oh, it’s ahim?” I asked, the smirk obvious.

“Yes, I like to refer toitas ahimmost times,” he laughed. “Heis attached to me.”

“Yes,heis,” I responded. “I would like to touch him, maybe taste him. He’s a bighim, isn’t he?” I asked. I stared at him through what I knew were hooded eyes. He had me so turned on already.

“I’ve been told.”

That was all he said. We looked at each other in silence for a few moments before he broke the spell.

“Stand up and take your pants off, but leave the tank on. Please.” He finished the request with a smile.

Standing to take my shorts and thong off, I teased him even more by turning around. My ass was at his eye level as I bent to remove my clothes. He rewarded me with a swipe of his finger against my sex all the way to my clit.

“Ahh!” I cooed. I turned around, facing him.

He reached up and pulled me back onto him, my now bare bottom spread wide across his lap. He lined his dick up against me, pushing against my pussy, my opening, my clit. It was an amazing sensation.

“Becca, I’m going to make you come with my hands, and then I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”

He pulled me down onto him harder, grinding against me as he held me in place with his hands on my hips. My hands fell to his shoulders for support. I got to know his body, running my hands along his chest, down to his abs. The muscles rippled in my hands as he moved below me. His hands had returned to my breasts.

“You like my tits, I take it.”

“Can you tell? And I love them in this white tank top. I love how the material gets stretched, how the side of your tit is showing over here.” He rubbed along the side of my breasts with both hands while slipping his thumbs under my shirt, searching for my nipples. “I love how your nipples look when they get hard. Becca, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He leaned forward and pulled a nipple into his mouth through my shirt, biting it between his teeth. He pinched the other one at the same time, the sensation almost too much to handle.

“Oh, Gage, fuck,” I moaned.

“You like that?” he asked, his words garbled with my shirt and nipple still in his mouth.

All I could do was nod against the top of his head as he continued sucking on my breast. I cradled his head in my arms, keeping him in place. The bottom half of my body continued to gyrate against the hard length in his pants.

Suddenly, he lifted me from the couch and flipped me around, dropping me into my favorite corner spot. My legs fell open as I lay on my back, fully exposing my sex as he stared down while standing above me. Dropping to the floor, he gripped inside my knees, spreading my legs even farther apart. With seductive eyes still looking at me, his hands worked their way up the inside of my thighs.

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you,” he said as he brought his face between my legs.

In my next breath, his tongue was on me, lapping me from top to bottom. It probed deeply inside me as his fingers made quick work of finding my clit. Spreading me wide with his hands, his tongue and fingers worked as if I were an instrument, the rhythm creating sounds from me like music.

“You taste like a sweet wine, Becca,” he said, his mouth pulling back for a moment. As he peered up at me, our eyes connected as his thumb still worked my clit. With that connection, he grasped my clit between his thumb and finger, twisting it.

My back arched off the couch, the pleasure so close to pain, I wasn’t sure what to do. Staring at the ceiling, I heard Gage’s directions.

“Breathe, Becca. Breathe through what you think is pain. It will cross over to the most amazing orgasm you’ve ever had.”

I listened. I took deep, even breaths and calmed myself as his fingers continued their torture, twisting and pulling.

Suddenly, he pushed what felt like three fingers inside me. The combination of him filling me up and assaulting my clit had that familiar feeling building. But then suddenly his fingers abandoned their post as his mouth returned to my clit. As he sucked it between his lips, deep into his mouth, my back lifted off the couch. There were stars flashing behind my closed eyes as the climax built with intensity.

And then it didn’t take long. The wave came crashing over me like a tsunami; every cell in my body thrummed with energy. I felt like I had lost control of my mind, my muscles, as I lay there. My body quivered with satisfaction as Gage’s hands slowly withdrew from inside me. He rubbed my wetness along my sex, priming me for what was to come.

Suddenly, he pulled me up off the couch, spinning me around. Gage pulled me onto his lap in my favorite corner.

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