Page 17 of 7 Dirty Lies

Pity.

He returned with a bathrobe and grin.He bounced his eyebrows.“Do youtrustme?”

Such a change from the day before.“Ofcourse.”

“Good.You won’tregretit.”

He tied my hands to the headboard, then dove between my legs with his hands on my breasts.I bucked off the bed, losing my mind because I was feeling too many good things allatonce.

The fact that I couldn’t touch him drove me insanewithwant.

“That’s right,” he whispered, “you’re right therearen’tyou?”

“Yes.”My body was clay, ready for him to mold in any way hewished.

He freed my hands and flipped me over.“On yourknees,babe.”

He was going to take me from behind.Deep and rough.The way he already knew I liked it.The way I already knewheliked it.I think it was because it was that little bit deeper, that little bit wilder.He could use his hands and take me, and I loved that feeling of him losing all control.Knowing that it was me that provided him that escape?Well it was a turn-on all together different from anything he could ever do to mephysically.

He positioned his tip at my entrance.“Are youready?”

“Yes.”

Before I even had the short word out he was inside me.Taking me as deep as he could in a single stroke, before pulling out and plunging evendeeper.

I cried out at the rough invasion.“Yes.More!Faster.”

He slid his hands down my back and then around my hips, latching on, before he really began to move.His cries were primal, possessive.I expected him to ride us both straight into oblivion but instead he slowed to a stop andpulledout.

“I want to watch you,” he murmured in my ear.His breath danced along my skin.“I want you to use me.”He lay down below me and guided me over his cock.“Show me how beautiful you are whenyoucome.”

This constant swapping of power gave me whiplash, and yet I loved it.Somehow I was in charge now, hot and on the verge of a powerful orgasm, as I sank down onhiscock.

It was long and thick and yet somehow perfect.“Fits like a glove” was the term that came to mind.It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but it was not small.Oh no.Colt was perfect.As if he were made tofitme.

I wouldn’t last long, not with what he’d done to me already, but I put on a show with the time that I had.I made sure he could enjoy my body and he took full advantage, caressing my hips and breasts, pinching my nipples, grabbing my hair when I came close, and kissing me until I saw stars that turned intofireworks.

“I’m coming, Colt.”My inner muscles held him tight before bursting like a damn with little waves of flutters.“I’mcoming.”

He held me up, eyes locked on mine in fascination.His hands fisted in my hair as he drank me in, his hips thrusting up, meeting my orgasm until his took over, sending us both crashing into each other in a way that felt strangely...right.

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