Page 100 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I blush into my shoulder.

“Don’t go getting bashful on me.”

“Never,” I answer as I lie back down.

Grant pulls off his tight boxer briefs, and his long, thick cock springs free.

My eyes widen momentarily.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”

“I hope so.”

Grant climbs onto the bed, and I can’t peel my eyes away from his cock. It’s weeping from the tip, and for some reason, all I can think about is having his cum fill me up.

“I can’t get you pregnant on a mission,” he says, almost reading my mind.

“I’m on the pill, anyway.”

Grant grips his cock in his hand, and my wetness pools even more. I’m a dripping mess on my bed just from watching him touch himself.

“I know you trust me, but I’m clean.”

“I figured, given our line of work. I am too.”

Grant continues to grip his cock as he kneels before me. I widen my legs as I brace for him to enter.

“A pink, pretty pussy all glistening just for me.”

“Just for you.”

He lines his cock up with my entrance and starts teasing the tip of it along my slit. It’s erotic and sensual and damn frustrating because I want him to stop teasing me.

I whimper as I thrust forward, trying to get him inside.

“Patience, my love.”

My heart soars at the nickname that I know is true. I’ll never tire of hearing him call me that.

Grant stops and slowly pushes in. His thickness is almost too much to bear, but I want him to continue.

I claw at his back as my hands search eagerly for any part of him to hold onto as he keeps inching forward.

“Almost there,” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I groan.

Grant thrusts into me one final time, and I know he’s completely in.

“I feel so full,” I whimper.

“Don’t worry, you’ll adjust.”

He pauses for a moment to give me a chance to settle into this sensation.

“Grant.”

“Yes, love?”

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