Page 133 of Ruin Me With Lies

Holy shit, he’s good.

His deep groans vibrate against me, rumbling through my core, through every nerve ending.It’s as though he’s getting off on this more than I am.

As my orgasm builds and hovers just out of reach, my hips start to roll, my body writhing for more.“Stefano...”I whimper.“Ohhhgod, you’re so good...so good...”

In response, he suckles my clit like it’s his favorite sweet, and the intense jolt of pleasure has me shooting up onto my toes.“Ahh!”

He eases up with a long, slow lick to calm me.Only to dive back in again, this time sliding two fingers deep inside me, thrusting lazily.

The slow, deliberate rhythm, paired with the rapid flutter of his tongue on my clit, has me gasping, losing all sense of time.

When he hooks his fingers just right, it’s over.My knees give and my vision blanks as my orgasm slams into me like a wrecking ball, shattering me to smithereens.Consciousness obliterated.The scream that tears from my throat is raw and wild as pleasure consumes every part of me.

Stefano licks at me with tender patience, coaxing me down from the high, soft and unhurried until I’m left trembling, dazed, and wrung out.

Once I’m back down on earth, he straightens up and taps my thigh for me to do the same.

Knees still weak, I peel up from the table, and he turns me to face him.Lips glistening, gaze smoldering.“You taste like heaven.”

And you are...a dangerously pleasant surprise, Mr.Castello.“Thank you...that was—”

“Don’t thank me for eating your pussy.”He licks his lips, slow and measured.“That was all for me.”

He grips the hem of my dress and peels it up and off, then clasps my waist and lifts me up onto the pool table.Stepping back, he bites down on his fist as he drinks me in, nostrils flared, eyes molten and ravenous.“Spread for me, baby.”

Flattening my palms to the table, I part my legs.My panties are still on but pulled to the side, my pussy slippery soaked from the mind-warping orgasm he just gave me.

Once he’s had his fill of me, he slides a condom from the pocket of his lounge pants, before he slips them down and off, kicking them aside.Smooth and fluid, he makes quick work of sheathing his thick, veined cock.

Anticipation for what’s about to happen has my heart hammering.How many times have I imagined this?Wished for this?Scolded myself for even entertaining the fantasy?For thinking it could ever even happen?

Now look at me, spread naked before him like an offering.Wet andpanting,open and waiting.While he watches me with raving hunger in his eyes, like I’mhisgreatest desire made flesh.

Wish for it hard enough, and it just might become reality…

My clit throbs, my nipples taut and aching, my stomach coiled tight with unrestrained lust.

Eyes locked on mine with equally feral craving, he steps in and cups my breasts, weighing them in his palms.He kneads, he teases, fondles, giving them all the love.

I reach up and cup his face, every cell in mescreamingto feel his lips on mine, to devour his mouth.But I resist the urge and instead press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then the other.

A smile slants his lips, understanding that it’s all he’s going to get.“I’ll take it.”He breathes across my lips, then taps my waist.“Lift your legs for me, beautiful.”

When I do, he hooks an arm around each leg, lifting them onto the table and arranging them so my soles are flat on the edge, spreading me wide open for him.

Positioning his raging cock at my quivering opening, he rests his forehead against mine, his breath husky and sweet with the taste of me, and whispers, “Can I fuck you?”

“Is that a—UhhhgodYES!”

He drives into me, bottoming out in one brutal, perfect thrust, making it clear that was a rhetorical question.Knocking and explosive cry out of me.

“Fuuuck,” he grinds out.“You’re so—fuck,fuck.”

I’m filled.Stuffed.Stretched to the edge of breaking.

I.Could.Cry.

With another muttered curse, he pulls back and slams in again…and again…and again.Each slow, powerful thrust deep and intentional, each one punctuated by a gritted curse.“I want to kiss you,” he whispers against my lips.“I want to kiss you so fucking bad.”