Page 38 of Sweet Little Lies
Because unless I let go of her completely, Mica has a hold on my heart so tight, it’ll be impossible to live without her. She’s my drug. My addiction. And I need her to breathe.
Speaking of breathing, my heart rate is as fast as a race car right now, as I continue pumping in and out of Mica’s pliant body. She undulates and squirms underneath me, writhing to gain friction where she needs it most. I’m so ready to spill myself inside, releasing in a torrent of hot pulsing bursts.
Her slick heat envelopes me, the round flesh of her breasts brushing against my chest every time I move against her. I’m getting so close to letting go, the painful tightening in my balls with the pending eruption of my release.
I place one hand at her head and move the other down the satiny length of her body until I’m cupping her ass in my grip. My mouth takes her in a sharp and punishing kiss and I squeeze her solid cheek, a perfect handful in my palm.
When I feel her tense up and then hear the strangled, aroused cry from her lips, I lose it. I drown in the slick heat and tight chamber of her pussy and throw my head back as I pulse hotly inside her.
“Oh, fuck yeah…” I hoarsely moan.
It’s like the heavens have opened up under the dark desert sky and I’m surrounded by a sea of bright stars. White-hot pleasure ricochets through me, raking me over hot coals in the process.
I clutch at her body so hard, I’ll probably leave red welts where my grip strained for more. I’m so greedy for her. And now that I’ve claimed her, I know the truth.
My thirst will never be quenched.
Like an addict, I’ll always want more; chasing the high that only she can give me.
