Page 139 of Beautiful Liar

She comes immediately. As I walk deeper into the living room, I can tell she’s aroused, already panting lightly. I clench my teeth against a moan and the need to take her, like right fucking now.

The apartment is a minimalist’s dream of space and glass. The only significant pieces of furniture are the extra large, L-shaped white designer sofa and the floating fireplace. The soaring glass windows offer a stunning view of the city. The strategic lighting offers a modicum of privacy, but it’s not total. Anyone with a powerful set of binoculars can witness what’s happening in here.

I lead her to the sofa and I sit down, spread my legs. “Stop.”

She halts, her hands twitching at her side. “You haven’t had the privilege of sucking my cock yet, have you?” I rasp.

Her panting increases a notch. “You know I haven’t,” she mutters.

“Would you like to?” Why am I asking when I should be commanding?

The answer ceases to matter when her head bobs and her tongue darts out to coat her upper lip. “Yes.”

“Get on your knees. Slowly.”

Her descent is smooth, measured. Her tits bounce lightly when she rocks forward onto her knees. My mouth dries as I gorge myself on her stunning beauty.

“Come to me, Lucky.”

She prowls forward and positions herself between my thighs with unerring accuracy. Her hands lift, pause. “Can I touch you?” she asks softly.

“Fuck, yes.”

My forceful answer brings a hint of a smile to her luscious mouth.

“Does it amuse you, firecracker? To know how much I’m becoming addicted to your touch?”

Her smile widens and her small hands find the inside of my thighs. “Not amuse, no. But I…like it.”

I catch her hands in mine and drag them to the fastening of my pants. “Take me out. See how much you like sucking me, too.”

Her fingers go to work. The moment she has me in her hands, her whole body tightens. She gasps softly and I watch her areolas break out in goose bumps.

“Something wrong?” I ask redundantly.

She swallows. “You’re so big. So hard.”

“I’ve been inside you. You know how big I am.”

She shakes her head as her hands tentatively explore me. I bite back a groan and take a deep breath. “This is different. Oh God, you took the Viagra?”

Despite the tortured pressure in my balls, my mouth twitches. “Did you think I was joking?”

Heat rushes up her neck into her smooth cheeks. “I wasn’t sure.”

I grunt. “Now you know. You’re going to have me like this, all night. Jack me, Lucky. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Her hands close over me and work me up and down. The expert little flick of her wrists intensifies the pressure in my balls. Her lips part and her breath emerges in tiny, erotic puffs.

I move my gaze from her mouth before I go insane. “Tell me. Did you enjoy your date?”

Her movements halt for a nanosecond before she resumes her task. “You sure you want to talk about that?”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not…appropriate.”

“By whose definition?”

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