Page 28 of Twisted Lies 3
He raised his head, peering at me with sharpened eyes. My juices glistening on his lips like liquor filled me with perverse satisfaction and possessiveness.
“I would,” he growled. “This won’t work if I don’t hear what I need.” He stood up, and with his free hand, he pulled out his thickness, rubbing it tauntingly. “This cock is all yours.”
I swallowed hard, watching as he stroked it sensually. His manhood was by far the thickest, largest, most perfectly shaped shaft I’d ever seen.
“And this pussy is mine.” He plunged his fingers, hard, inside my aching wetness. “Yes?”
I nodded. All the while, it was killing me that I was conceding so quickly. But dammit, it was hard as hell to find a man in Manhattan with the Holy Grail—a huge dick and a very talented tongue.
I was greedy for more.
He narrowed his steel-gray eyes. “No nodding. I need to hear the fucking words, Sin.”
Sealing my submission, I uttered, “It’s yours. Take all of me.”
With one seamless motion, he withdrew his fingers, gripped my ass, and stabbed his tongue inside me. My back arched, and my legs moved to the back of his head as I cried loudly for air to breathe. Consumed with lust, he continued to fuck me relentlessly with his tongue.
I reached my fingers down, biting into his silky hair while he pumped me, drawing out my climax. Pulling my ass cheeks apart, he plunged one wet finger into the normally forbidden zone—my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I panted, drawing ragged breaths. Mercifully, he relented, pulling away, his eyes blazing with a focused, animal wildness.
Holy hell.
I couldn’t even form a coherent thought. Every muscle in my body tensed with expectation. I was so horny that all I wanted was to fuck.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, all cavewoman-like.
He growled before hauling me off the desk, holding me securely as my legs wobbled.
Light-headed, I closed my eyes to get my bearings.
“Open your eyes.” His voice was taut with lust.
I hesitated. My body was a shuddering mass of jelly.
“Now, Sin.” His voice hardened.
Trembling, I opened my eyes. His eyes were now dark gray, like molten silver.
“Strip.” He widened his stance.
On shaky legs, I slowly slid my dress off my body and then pushed my panties down my hips and legs before kicking them aside. I stood before Core, wearing nothing but my sexy stilettos. Gliding my hands up, I cupped my cleavage before squeezing my hardened peaks between my fingers.
“Is that what you want, Sin? Pain?” He drew his lower lip between his teeth.
My whole body ached with longing. “I want it all.”
“Sinful.” He stripped off his shirt, leaving on his unzipped pants.
I caught myself staring and cleared my throat. His body, from chest to sleeve, was a wonderland of beautifully composed Japanese tattoos and other beast-themed ink. Stepping closer, he lifted my chin with a flick of his finger and kissed me hard and deep. It was a kiss of utter possession.
He broke off the exchange and growled, “Turn around, facedown, and present your beautiful ass to me. Now.”
There was something different about his voice. The gruffness I had gotten used to was gone. There was a new tenderness that I hadn’t heard before.
Pivoting, I pressed my chest against the desk. “Like this?”
The cool air glided across the backs of my thighs. He ran a hand across the curve of my ass before parting my cheeks. A strange tingling sensation gripped my body like a vise. My eyes shut at the revelation that Core was viewing me in ways that no other man had.
“Damn, you’re so damn sexy,” he praised while kicking my legs apart like I was under arrest.
