Page 213 of Sinful Lies

I gave him a slow, wicked smile, my fingers brushing over the soft curve of my waist. Then I slowly slid my thong down my hips, letting it pool around my heels before stepping out of it.

“Would you like a demonstration, boss?”

His gaze was locked on me, a slow nod of agreement.

I parted my legs and bent forward, my wetness slipping down my thighs, my pussy warm under his watchful eyes.

I knew he could seeeverything.

I straightened up, a smirk playing on my lips as I turned toward him, dropping to my knees.

Then, I gripped the edge of my thong between my teeth and, with a devilish smile, slowly crawled toward him.

His gaze never left me as I stopped at the edge of the table, settling on my knees. I took the thong in my fingers.

“Open your mouth.”

He obeyed without hesitation, and I slipped it between his lips.

With a smirk, I positioned myself at the edge of the table, letting my legs hang loosely, parting them slightly as I leaned back on my hands, so he could see how excited I was.

His hands immediately roamed up my legs.

I whispered, “You can fuck me now, but there’s one thing you need to do first.”

His brow furrowed, curiosity and need written on his face. I straightened up, pulling the thong from his lips and tossing it behind me.

“I want your lips on mine.”

He leaned in, but I stopped him with a single finger.

“Not those, Angelo.”

He growled, his gaze locked on mine as I leaned back on my hands again, parting my legs further, inviting him closer.

And he did, so fast I gasped. He buried his face in my pussy, his tongue so warm against my folds I couldn’t help but moan loudly.

My hand brushed his hair away, my fingers lingering in the strands.

“Look at you,” I giggled softly, watching him. His hands gripped my thigh as he sucked on my clit. “Such a good boy, listening to me.”

He chuckled darkly, but didn’t have time to say anything because I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back a bit, his face glistening with my wetness, which he licked from his lips.

“Say it, Lazzio.”

His eyes narrowed. “Say what?”

“That you’re a good boy.”

A flicker of something dark crossed his face. “Jade?—”

“Say it.Please.It’s my last day, remember?”

He ran his tongue over his teeth. “I’ve been… such a good boy, Miss Whitenhouse,” he said roughly, the sound sending heat to my pussy. “Soplease, let me fuck you, now.”

I released his hair with a soft chuckle, a hint of a blush creeping up my cheek.

Damn.

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