Page 131 of Beautiful Lies

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” I gasp, pounding into her faster.

Her tits bounce across my chest, back and forth in a maddening tease. Her moans grow louder and louder, and the walls of her pussy clench around my cock, squeezing me so hard I have to fight to maintain control.

Blood rushes to my groin, and the heat rises in my cock. My control is slipping, and I’m seconds away from coming. Still, I keep pounding into her.

Isla squeezes her eyes shut and sucks in a deep breath, her face contorted in a twist of pleasure and pain.

“Oh, Knox. I’m coming!” she cries out loud.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me.”

She comes, screaming my name. Just the way I like it.

Lifting myself up, I watch her beautiful face, watching her as she comes undone, unravelling in my arms.

My dick swells inside her, and I come, too, filling her body with my cum.

The release heats every inch of my skin, and I try to catch my breath.

The two of us gasp for air. I gaze down at her, wanting her again.

She blinks up at me, panting.

I smile back at her, still keeping her hands pinned. “Mrs. Vale. I think it’s obvious now that we like each other.”

“I think so, Mr. Vale.”

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. Ready to go again?”

She nods. “Yes.”

She gasps when I pick her up, but she’s smiling. I set her on top of me again, so she can straddle my hips.

“Your turn to fuck me, love.”

Her eyes grow wide when she feels my cock pressing into her entrance and realizes I’m hard and ready to go again.

“Ride me, baby,” I growl.

She slides down onto my length. And it’s me who unravels this time.

Moonlight pours through the window, a silver wash over the sheets, over Isla’s bare shoulder, and the rise and fall of her breath.

She lies against me, her head on my chest, curled into me, warm and quiet. Her leg is tangled with mine as if she forgot she ever tried to run from me. Together, we gaze through the large arched windows at the stars scattered across the night sky, but all I can feel is her. Her heartbeat pressed to my ribs, her scent still clinging to my skin. The way she fits against me.

I should let my mind settle, but I can’t. Not when having her in my arms feels like the one thing I was never supposed to want this much.

I trace her skin with my eyes, memorizing the way she looks. She’s not tense anymore and almost not guarded.

I guess I’m the same, but this feels too good for me to care about being guarded.

Nothing we’re doing now is logical, but I just want to feel. I never knew how dead I was inside until I met my artist and she breathed life into my soul.

Now, I’m in this constant state of needing her. Needing more of her. Needing to be close to her. Of never being done with her.

For the first time since I met her, I don’t want to reach the end of us. All I want is to keep her right here. Just like this.Locked in this moment. And that thought… that’s the thought I can’t shake.

This thing between us exists outside the realm of anything I’ve experienced. Not even my need for control can contain it. That doesn’t sit well with me.