Page 181 of Filthy Lies

I press one finger inside her ass, slowly, carefully, even as my other hand guides my cock to her core. The double penetration makes her gasp, body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the intrusion.

“That’s it,” I praise, working my finger deeper as I inch my cock inside her. “Take all of me.”

When I’m fully seated, buried to the hilt in her pussy with my finger firmly inside her ass, I pause. The feeling is exquisite—her tight heat around my cock, the clutch of her body around my finger. I lean forward, my chest against her back, and wrap one hand around her throat again.

I feel her pussy tightening around me, her lust spiking with the controlled lack of oxygen. I know exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly how long to hold—we’ve done this dance many times before.

It never, ever gets old.

I release her throat. She desperately gulps in air as I pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with her moans and my grunts. I add a second finger alongside the first in her ass, stretching her, preparing her.

“You take me so well,” I praise, kissing her shoulder. “My perfect fucking whore. My beautiful queen. My everything.”

Her head drops forward as she pushes back against me. “More,” she whimpers. “Harder.”

I withdraw completely so I can spin her around to face me. In one smooth motion, I lift her, impaling her on my cock again as I press her back against the wall next to the balcony door.

“Look at me,” I command, one hand returning to her throat. “I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock.”

She meets my gaze, her eyes hazy with pleasure and the beginnings of oxygen deprivation. My grip tightens again as I thrust upward, changing the angle to hit that spot inside her that makes her see God.

“That’s it,” I growl as her walls begin to pulse around me. “Come for me, Rowan. Show me what only I can give you.”

The pressure on her throat increases for a moment before I release completely, allowing blood to rush back just as her orgasm crashes through her. The combination sends her into a frenzy, nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Vince!” she screams. “Oh, God, Vince!”

Her pussy grips me like a vise, pulsating around my length, pulling me deeper. I lose myself in her, in the sensation, in the knowledge that this woman is mine.

I carry her to the bed inside, still buried inside her, unwilling to break our connection. Then I drop her to the mattress.

“On your knees,” I order hoarsely. “Ass up.”

She complies immediately, positioning herself with her face pressed into the mattress and her ass raised high. I kneel behind her and run my cock through her soaked folds before positioning it at her back entrance.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” she moans, pushing back against me. “Please, Vince. I need you everywhere.”

I press forward slowly, watching as her body accepts my intrusion. The tight heat of her ass around my cock is almost unbearable, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. When I’m fully seated, I pause, allowing her to adjust.

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning over to kiss her spine. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I begin to move, shallow thrusts at first, one hand continuing to work her clit while the other grips her hip for leverage. As her moans increase in volume, I pick up the pace, fucking her ass with the same intensity I’d shown her pussy minutes before.

“Touch yourself,” I command again. “I want to feel you come while I’m in your ass.”

She reaches between her legs as I continue pounding into her. She’s making sounds I’ve never heard before, but fuck if they aren’t as perfect as all the ones I’ve spent years memorizing already.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Come for me again. Show me how much you love taking my cock in your ass.”

Her third orgasm of the night hits hard, her entire body convulsing as she screams into the mattress. The spasming around my cock pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion, emptying myself inside her with a roar.

It feels like I give her my soul as I come.

When there’s nothing left to give, I collapse beside her. Her body is slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mess, her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “That was…”

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