Page 45 of Tattletale

Talking is the last thing I want to do right now. I hold my hand out over his covered lap. “Can I?”

He widens his eyes. “What? Take out my cock?”

I nod, glancing down at the noticeable twitch between his legs.

“The answer to that isalwaysyes, but, C…” He runs his hands through his unruly hair. He needs a trim and a shave. It looks like Lance hasn’t been grooming much. Has he really been that distraught over me? “We should talk.”

I pull down the comforter. He’s only wearing a pair of thin, black briefs.

“After.”

“So, we have sex, and then after you’ll stay?”

I run two fingers against my forehead. “No, Lance. First, we fuck. Then, I’ll stay.”

“I missed you.” His eyes drop to my naked chest, the temptation claiming him. “Sounds too good to be true.”

I shrug. “Your call.”

He cups my breasts one at a time, massaging and squeezing. Lance alternates my tits between one of his hands as his erection grows to steel. “What do you want, hm? You can barely look at me, but you want to be intimate, Fiona?”

I flinch at the mention of my real name. “No, I want to fuck.” I grab him through his briefs, closing my fist tightly around his thick bulge. “Dirty, raw, and hard. Fuck me like you hate me.”

Take me away from all of this, Lance. Even if it’s just for a moment.

“I can’t do that.” He presses his lips gently against mine, but I don’t kiss him back. “I wouldn’t know how to.”

“Fine. Then, fuck me like it’s the last time you’ll ever have me. How about that?” I don’t give him time to answer. I yank at his waistband and free the smooth tip of his cock. No teasing, no playing; I tug down his underwear and swallow him whole.

Positioning myself on my knees between his thighs, I hunch over until Lance is touching the back of my throat. I slurp andsuck, spitting on the tip, then spreading my saliva all over his shaft.

The deep belly groans he’s making sound like thunder in the distance. A storm is brewing deep inside him. His breath is ragged, and pretty soon his hand finds the back of my head, guiding me to go faster. “Fine, baby,” he growls out. “You’ve got me so worked up.” He bucks into my mouth, forcing another inch down my throat. “You want to be fucked like I own your sweet ass? You got it. Get up before I soak your throat. Or I bet that’s what you want, isn’t it? Every last fucking drop like you’re dying of thirst.”

There he is.Filthy mouth and all.

I pull my mouth away and stroke him firmly before turning around on my hands and knees.

“Good girl. Head down. Pop your ass up.”

Swat.He spanks me with both hands, one on each ass cheek. Out of surprise, I fall face-first into the mattress. Lance runs the heel of his palm up my spine and puts pressure on the back of my neck, burying my head into the soft comforter. “Stay right there,” he commands.

He yanks up my hips and kicks out my knees, so I’m fully on display. Lance spreads my lips with two fingers, then traces my slit with his thumb. As a reflex, I tense, which draws the tip of his thumb inside of me.

“Such a greedy little pussy. But you don’t want my finger, C. Do you? How do you want to come? On my cock or on my tongue?”

“Give me your dick, Lance.” I try to stay in control of my emotions. This is just a physical act—that’s it. Nothing more. I’m not going to melt into a puddle for him like I did the first time.

“You sure? Because I’m just as thirsty for you, baby. How about you come in my mouth, and then I’ll come in yours?”

That sounds so fucking good. But it’s too intimate. I don’t want him touching me and tasting me—making me feel so desired and venerated. I just want to get pounded so hard that I forget about the other pain in my chest.

Reaching between my legs, I guide his dick against my entrance, slickening the tip against my arousal. He hisses. “Damn, you’re so wet. So good, baby…you already feel so good.”

“Hard,” I remind him. “Put your cock where that dirty mouth is...Ah,”I groan into the mattress. Lance thrusts into me so hard I cry out. I underestimated how big he is. He’s already so deep, it’s just on the side of uncomfortable. But I run my mouth to egg him on even more. “Hey, baby carrot, I know there’s more to you than that.”

He slams into me harder, the slapping noise of his flesh against mine sounding like lightning cracking in the sky, right before the deep rumble of thunder. This was the storm that was incoming. Lance and me together—it’s perfect chaos and catastrophe, wrapped up in a bow of pleasure. This is what we can have. Grisly, angry fucking.

I’ll never be his wife…

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