Page 153 of Beautiful Lies

Her breath breaks in soft, desperate sounds that go straight to my cock, but I hang on to the little control I have left.

I trail my lips between her breasts, down the center of her stomach, savoring the way she arches for me, offering herself without even realizing she’s doing it.

When I reach the lace at her hips, I look up at her. “Hold still.”

I hook a finger under the waistband of her thong, then lean closer to grip the delicate lace between my teeth.

Her breathless gasp ruins me. Still, I tug on her thong, dragging the fabric down her legs with nothing but my mouth.

The intimacy of it hits both of us at once.

My cock twitches at the sight of her bare pussy. Her thighs tremble, and my control fractures.

When the lace reaches her ankles, I guide it off with my teeth and toss them carelessly to the side.

Her breathing comes fast and uneven. I run my hands up the back of her calves and up her thighs, gazing at her perfect body. “Keep the heels on,” I mutter, my voice husky with lust. “I want you in them.”

“Okay…” she whispers back in that sultry, breathless tone.

“Time to feast on your pussy. I know how much you like that.”

I drop to my knees, kneeling before her like the goddess she is, then spread her legs wide and tongue her clit.

Her hands fly to the glass behind her, fingers splaying.

I suck the hard little nub and drag my tongue over her wet slit.

“Oh, God… Knox.”

Her helpless cry drives me wild, and I dive deeper, burying my tongue into her.

She writhes against my face, and I respond by giving her more. Her body shakes, and her breaths become shallow. Still, I give her more, holding her down so I can eat her out.

I know her body by heart, so I sense the point where she’s about to break. And that’s when I stop and pull back.

“Oh my God,nooo. Please, you have to make me come,” she whimpers. The only sound I like better than her moans is her begging me.

“When I’m inside you, love.”

She slumps against the glass, her knees knocking together and her thighs quivering as though she’s in physical agony.

That’s okay. I’m about to relieve her pain.

I strip out of my jacket and shirt in one motion, then shed the rest of my clothes just as fast.

I want her from behind first, so I turn her to face the wall and force her legs apart.

Her body is already ready for me, so I slide inside her with ease. Just like always, I feel like I’m home. Like I’m where I finally belong.

I thrust my hips, sliding deeper into her pussy. I pump once, twice, then harder and faster, and she cries out.

“Knox, I’m coming,” she screams.

“Come for me, baby. Let me hear your pleasure.”

Her walls grip my length, sending a jolt straight through my cock. “Fuck. Goddamn,” I gasp out, thrusting my hips harder against her ass. Then I lose my mind and fuck her like this is the last time I’ll ever have her.

I fuck her as if I didn’t have her all night and all this morning. Like madness has finally come for me. I know I’m rough and she’ll probably have bruises in the morning just from my hands on her hips, but I can’t help myself. I never can with her.