Page 214 of Sinful Lies

He really had been a good boy, and I knew forcing him to say it out loud was going to get me punished for it.

Hard.

And I couldn’t wait.

“Go ahead.”

He stood up quickly, and pulled me to my feet.

Without warning, he turned me around, pushing me down onto the table, my chest pressed against the cool surface, my cheek resting to the side.

In one swift motion, he shoved my thong into my mouth.

Before I could even process it, I heard a zipper drop, and he slammed into me, making me gasp.

His grip on my hip was bruising, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded into me with unrelenting force. Each thrust was a punishment, each one harder than the last. The sharpcrack of his hand slapping my ass echoed in the room, the sting spreading heat across my skin.

“There,” he said breathlessly. His hand gripped my hair for some support. “That’s my fucking reward.”

I tried to push back against him, to meet his rhythm, but he was relentless.

He slapped my ass again, harder this time, making me cry out against the fabric stuffed in my mouth.

His hand snaked around my throat, pulling me up, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Want me to stop,amore?”

I shook my head furiously, desperate.

“Good,” he rasped, his teeth grazing my neck before biting down just hard enough to make me shiver. “Cause I want you to ride me now.”

He let go of me and sat back in his chair, the smug bastard, as if he hadn’t just fucked me senseless. I turned around, taking my thong out of my mouth. I ran my fingers through my hair, like I wasn’t shaking inside, and stepped over him. His cock, still hard and glistening, twitched as I straddled his lap.

“Ready?” I asked, grabbing him firmly, my grip making him hiss.

His jaw tightened, but he remained silent.

I sank down onto him slowly, my lips parting as he stretched me wide. Inch by inch, I took him, my thighs trembling as he filled me to the hilt.

I gasped, my head falling back. “God, you’d think by now I wouldn’t feel like I’m splitting in half.”

His hands clamped down on my hips, his breathing harsh. “You talk too much.”

I rocked my hips once, a slow, deliberate grind that had him biting back a low groan. “And you love it. Admit it, Angelo—what’s better, fucking me or shutting me up?”

“Both. But if I had to choose…”

He thrust up hard, filling me so deep I swore I saw stars.

I gasped, clawing at his shoulders for balance, and his eyes darkened, that sharp, dirty edge slicing through his voice.

“…shutting you up while I fuck you. Best of both worlds, don’t you think?”

I tried to fire back, but he bucked his hips again, stealing the words right out of my mouth. His hands slid up my back, pulling me flush against him until my chest pressed against his lips.

I rode him hard, my lips trembling, my legs burning, every nerve alive and screaming. My heart raced, my stomach coiling tight, and then I shattered, crying out as the release ripped through me. My body collapsed against his, trembling, legs instinctively locking around his waist, like I needed him to anchor me.

But Angelo wasn’t done.

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