Page 131 of Marry Lies
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
THE VIDEO
Miles
“What?” She gasps as one of my fingers hooks underneath her panties. “No, I—”
“I. Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You,” I mumble against her lips, pulling roughly on her panties until the elastic snaps, and they fall to the ground.
Without another word, I move my hands to her ass and lift her, smoothing my palms over her thighs as she wraps her legs around me. And as I sink into her hot, wet cunt, I press my lips against her neck, a low groan leaving my lips.
“Fuuuuck.”
I lift my head up and find her needy mouth as I thrust up and into her roughly. Her breath brushes against my cheeks as I press my tongue between her lips.
“Yes,” she mewls.
I sink deeper into her, letting gravity pull her down onto my cock. I let out a low, rumbling growl from my chest, the feeling of her tight, velvet cunt bringing me closer to my climax than I’d anticipated.
One of my hands comes to her hair, and I fist it roughly, pulling her head back so I can kiss her neck.
“I’m crazy for you,” I murmur against her impossibly soft skin.
“The feeling is mutual,” she says slowly, and just then, I pull out and slam back into her. She screams and her swollen pussy begins to flutter around my cock.
She gasps out a string of curses.
“If you stay, I won’t ever get enough,” I warn her, pulling my face away from her neck so I can look at her. “I won’t ever feel satiated.”
“God, Miles,” she whispers, her fingers coming to my hair as I pound into her again. And again. And again. Her eyes widen each time I do, and she gasps for breath—like I’m somehow knocking the wind out of her with each thrust.
The slapping sound of her sweet, wet cunt bounces off the stone walls, and I fucking love it. I love everything about her. About us.
“I love your dirty mouth,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Good,” I mumble, running the hand that was in her hair, down her neck and to the strap of her dress. I tug it down her shoulder, and then I work my way to the other one, tugging it down as well, so that I can see her tits bounce as I fuck her. “I love these,” I groan, palming one of them as my other hand shifts her hips slightly, bringing her core forward and closer to me. “And I love you.”
“I know,” she breathes. “I love you, too.”
“Remember that,” I add, my thumb brushing over her nipple.
“What do you mean?” she whispers, her eyes hooded. Her cunt clamps around my cock as I pinch her nipple. She’s so fucking reactive to my touch.
My cock.
Like she was made for me.
“Remember that I love you, butterfly,” I rasp. “Because I can’t help but want to fuck you like I don’t.”
She comes, her inner walls milking my cock.
“Miles,” she cries, hands gripping my jacket as she rolls her hips along my cock, taking what she needs from me as her orgasm works through her. I growl,soclose to losing it. As soon as she’s done, I pull out of her and lower her legs onto the ground. “Wait. What about you?”
I press down on her shoulders, removing my phone from my pocket at the same time.
She must realize my intentions, because she gives me a coy smile as she lowers herself onto her knees as I press record and turn the flash on, highlighting her flushed cheeks.
“That’s it,” I grumble as she reaches for my aching cock. “You know what to do,” I tell her, watching the way she looks up at me with a mix of surprise and yearning.
