Page 107 of One Little Lie
I see the second he’s formed a plan, and we’re on the move again. At the end of the hallway, he opens a closet door and shoves me inside.
“There will be no cameras in here,” he whispers dangerously.
Craning my neck to peer around him as he closes the door behind us, I see art supplies in various shades and mediums. Chairs are stacked to the ceiling in one corner, while folding tables lean against each other in another. Staring at our surroundings, I realize it’s more of a tiny room than a closet, and my breaths pick up in anticipation.
“This moment?” I whisper.
Hatty grins, but steps away from me. Turning his back, he reaches for the chairs and lowers one to the ground. When he faces me again, naughtiness covers his features as he positions the single chair directly under the hanging light bulb. When his gaze hits mine again, I forget to breathe.
He stalks me in three short strides, and when his mouth descends on mine, I know we’re about to have the hottest sex this closet has ever seen.
His movements are anything but smooth. Frantic hands rip my shirt over my head and his lips fall to my collarbone. Hatty wastes no time removing my shorts next. The telltale sound of fabric ripping hits my ears as he drags them down my legs.
“Hatty?”
Before I can form a question, I’m naked before him and he’s guiding me to the chair. The plastic is cold against my ass, but when Hatty drops to his knees between my legs my body goes up in flames.
There’s no preamble. No warmup. Hatty dives into my pussy like a starving man. With a hand snaking around my lower back, he pulls me forward on the seat, directly into his waiting mouth.
“Gah, I, Hatty,”
He growls against my clit, and my back arches in response. Moving my hands to my breasts, I pinch both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rocketing my sensations into overdrive.
“There is nothing sexier than watching you touch yourself, princess.”
I’m vaguely aware of his shuffling body, but his tongue speeds up its assault on my clit and my eyes clamp shut. When he sucks my clit into his mouth and clamps down lightly with his teeth, I see stars. My body quivers around his magical tongue as he draws out every last tremor.
With hooded eyes, I stare at the man before me, on his knees, offering a forever the only way he knows how.
“I want you to ride me, hard,” he growls.
My head nods with wide eyes as he stands, bringing his cock in line with my face, and I lick my lips.
“Not today, sweetheart. Ride me,” he demands. Hauling me from the chair, he turns and sits while hanging on tightly to my hands.
Once he’s seated, he tugs my arm roughly, and I fall into his legs. Staring into his eyes, I step around one leg, then the other, until I’m straddling his lap.
Hatty swallows audibly as I reach between us and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. A low groan escapes his lips as I pump him once, twice, then lower my pussy to his tip.
His hands fly to hips, and the second I sink down, he grinds into me.
“Holy hell, you’re deep like this, Hatty.”
A dangerous grin transforms his face. With one movement, Hatty turns into a sexual beast. His hands cup my ass, forcing my hips to roll with his dick rooted deep inside of me. My legs can’t quite reach the floor in this position, so I can’t get any leverage to ride him.
Hatty makes up for it. Wrapping both arms around my back, he holds me tightly against his chest, suspended a few inches above him, and thrusts up and into me with unmeasurable force. The sounds of our naked bodies slamming into each other echo in the tight space. But when I cry out, he makes no effort to silence me. Instead, he removes one arm from my back and threads it through my hair, tilting my head back.
“Let me hear you, princess. Let me hear every sound, every moan, every slurp of your aroused body, then let me fuck you harder. Come screaming my name. Come feeling me so deep inside, you’re branded by my cock forever. Let me mark you as mine.”
His filthy words are my undoing, and as he jackhammers into my core, I spiral around him. My body spasms and I’m unable to breathe. When he doesn’t slow his pace, I feel the quivers pick up as if my body hadn’t just shattered and I know I’m racing toward another orgasm.
“Hatty. Hatty, I don’t think—”
“You can, sweetheart. I feel your walls milking me. I feel your body tensing and squeezing around my dick.”
He’s panting now, and his shoulder muscles bunch beneath my fingers. He’s close.
Leaning in, I graze his earlobe with my teeth, and whisper my own dirty words, “Paint me with your seed, Hatty. Mark me as yours forever. Come for me, now.”
