Page 113 of Marry Lies
His eyes dart between mine. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He kisses me as one hand comes to my curls, fingers tangling in my hair as his cock nudges at my entrance. I spread my legs a bit for him, giving him easier access, and he moans against my mouth in response.
In one swift movement, he pushes inside of me, stretching me deliciously.
“Fuck, Estelle,” he whispers against my lips. “Being inside of your cunt is my favorite fucking place to be.”
I rock my hips upward slightly, and he pushes in all the way—which makes me gasp.
“Miles,” I whimper.
“You take my cock so well,” he murmurs, pulling out slowly. Blinding pleasure flares through me when he pulls one of my legs up, thrusting back into me with force before he bottoms out. I let out a shaky breath, my nails coming to his shoulder as I drag them roughly down his back. He shudders on top of me as I do it. “You like that?” he asks, pulling out slowly.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I tell him, rolling my hips.
He groans. “You’re going to fucking kill me, wife. You feel too good,” he adds, dropping onto his elbows so that he’s directly on top of me as he moves.
“I love your cock,” I tell him boldly.
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes flashing with amusement. “Does my wife like it when I fuck her like—” He drives into me so hard that the bed creaks loudly, making me cry out. “This?”
“Yes,” I tell him, mewling as he does it again.
He takes one hand and presses my hip into the mattress, holding me in place as he continues to sink into me with force. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hip, and his other hand fists my curls, and just as he drives into me again, my eyes flick to the mirror above us.
The reflection of us is…too much.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, watching as his arse muscles work to fuck me properly. How the muscles of his back contract each time he pulls out. How he has one of my legs higher so that he can sink deeper into me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my throat. “Watch as I fuck you.”
I nearly close my eyes; it’s too much. The feel of him above me, his chest and abdomen pressing against mine. The sting of my thigh as he nudges it higher. The bite of his fingers gripping my hip and holding it down. The burn of his fingers tangling in my hair. The fullness of his cock inside of me. Each drive into me brings me closer. Each nip of teeth against my neck pulls me tighter, ready to release.
My pussy pulsates around his cock.
“Fucking come on my cock, butterfly. I want you to take all of my cum. I want to feel your cunt milk me dry.”
The mouth on this man…
I throw my head back against the mattress as he works my leg higher, fucking me harder and faster.
Each movement creates a maelstrom of electricity to surge through me. Each drag of his cock out, each thrust in—
“Miles, I’m going to—”
He groans against my lips, his breath shaky. “Come for me, Estelle.Please.”
The begging tone evident in his voice is what sends me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, and every nerve ending is on fire as I convulse underneath him. His loud groan and stuttering hips tells me that he’s coming too, which sends an additional shockwave of pleasure through me, heightening everything.
“Oh god, oh god,” I whimper. “Miles,” I warn, feeling the drawing up of pressure in my lower abdomen.
My hips jolt up as I release his cock, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I vaguely register Miles letting out a string of strangled curses as he works his hand against my clit, extending everything as I shake and tremble for what feels like hours. His voice pulls me back to earth a few minutes later.
“So fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmurs, kissing my neck, my chest, my stomach… “I could watch you come forever,” he says reverently.
I blink as he collapses onto the bed next to me, but I can’t form words as his hand comes to my face, as his lips brush my forehead.
