Page 35 of The Lies Always Told (Baker Oaks #4)

I cock my head and smile back when she unbuttons the last one, sliding her fingers under my shirt and over my pecs, brushing the shirt off my shoulders.

She knows what she’s doing to me—I can tell by the smile she doesn’t drop when she notices the goosebumps on my skin awakening with her touch or how her eyes widen when she roams my body and notices my hard dick.

Fuuuuuuck , she will be my undoing.

I can’t get enough of her, and the fact that she seems to be insatiable only makes me want her more.

Eager to join, my hands slide her shirt off her shoulders and chase it down her arms as it drops to the floor.

Now, she stands in front of me in only sexy as fuck jeans, her nipples hard and needy in front of me.

My hands are itching to touch them, so I do just that, pinching them, softly first, then hard, just how she likes it.

Nellie moans and tilts her head back, driving me mad with that little movement and sweet sound. I let go of her nipples as she protests the lack of touch. I chuckle. “Good girls who wait get rewarded.”

Nellie moans again at my words. She’s so responsive to my touch, my voice, and it fuels both my ego and my need for her. I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to her—I want all her breathy sounds, her moans, her orgasms. I want them all, and I want them all the time.

Unbuckling her jeans, I drag them down her legs, leaving her only in a tiny piece of lacy underwear that makes me groan. It’s perfect on her, contrasting with her skin .

“Fuck, Nellie. Look at you,” I say, peering up at her as I kneel on the floor between her legs.

“I am,” she breathes, my hands climbing up her thighs and grabbing her bare ass. A fucking thong. I turn, following her eyes, and then I see it: the giant mirror behind us. She can see this scene completely, her standing, looking hot as sin, with me kneeling between her legs.

Oh, fuck yeah, a mirror ? Let’s go.

I pull her thong down her legs, and once she steps out of them, I grab her ankles and help her widen her stance, her pussy on display for me to see.

For me to feast. I stare at her, at this sexy woman standing in front of me.

I never get tired of seeing her, especially like this, needy and ready for me.

My hands crawl up her legs again, and I hold her ass as I bring my nose to her slit.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“I’ll never get tired of the way you smell.” My tongue slides against her lips as my hands hold her in place.

“I’ll never get tired of this taste,” I all but groan against her pussy, and when she moans again, I know I won’t be able to take it slow.

“You asked about my favorite place in the world, Nellie?” I take a break from marveling at the most intimate part of her I’ve come to know so well and look up to find her lusty eyes on mine.

“Between your legs. That’s my answer.” I continue lapping at her pussy, sliding my tongue from her clit to her entrance, working her until all I hear are moans that grow louder and louder.

I hear my name spill from her mouth, needy and ready for more, and I bring out the screams she said she never had.

I won’t stop until she’s a mess of whimpers and gasps in my hands, but for some reason she’s holding off.

I know she’s right there, I can feel it, but she’s not letting go.

I look up and find her looking ahead, not at me.

Okay, Nellie, you do like to watch. No wonder she was so turned on that night at the hotel. I snag her waist, lifting her and dragging her down with me.

“Damn it, Gus. You’re so strong,” she says in between a laugh and giggle, and I can’t help but smile too.

I slide her body down, and once she’s kneeling in front of me, I kiss her.

I don’t kiss her hard and wild like I know she wants it.

No, I kiss her slowly, taking my time exploring her lips, as if it’s the first time I ever kiss them.

I take my time probing with my tongue, asking for an invitation to enter her mouth even though I know I have it.

I take my time kissing and tasting her lips the same way I want to take my time kissing and tasting her pussy, her ass, every single part of her.

She’s become my favorite in every sense.

Her vanilla and jasmine scent haunts me in my sleep.

Her sweet and tangy taste is the aftertaste I want after every meal.

Her skin is all I want to touch, and her hands on my body feel better than the most expensive clothes.

Her moans, I wish I could bottle to hear over and over again, and she’s definitely all I want to see.

She’s actually all I see. Fuck, I may be in love with this girl.

I slide behind her, leaving her in front of the mirror. “Sit down for me,” I command next to her ear, and she follows, her bare ass on the wooden floor and her eyes wide as she tilts her head to the side.

“I love that you do as I say. Such a good girl. Feet on the ground and open wide. Show me how wet you are for me.” Nellie brings her legs up, opening as I asked, and her perfect pink pussy is reflected in the mirror, waiting.

Perfectly needy. Ready for me to touch and make it my own again.

I kiss her ear, her neck, her shoulder as my hands roam down her arms, over her breasts, down to her hips.

She’s ready for me to touch her, and if I couldn’t tell by how her breath hitches and her chest rises, I sure as hell can tell by the way her pussy glistens in the mirror.

My hands slide over her, parting the lips between her thighs with my index and ring finger, teasing her clit with my middle finger. She drops her head back to my chest and closes her eyes as she gives me the sweetest, most intoxicating sound in the world—my name on her lips. “Gus.”

“Open your eyes, baby girl. I want you to watch yourself come all over my fingers. Watch me give you what you want.” She gasps at my words, eyes opening, watching us in the mirror. I’m so hard, it hurts, and I won’t need much after this to come. I sure as hell hope I can hold off.

“You’re perfect, Nellie. So perfect,” I praise in her ear as I work her with my fingers.

She’s so wet, and I use it to slide two fingers in.

Her slick, wet pussy squeezes around them immediately, and when I bring my other hand to cup her breast, she gives me another squeeze.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, curving them inside, touching the spot I know will drive her mad.

I pinch her nipple and bite her neck, sucking hard.

“You’ll leave a mark,” she says between breaths, gasping when I add more pressure with my fingers.

“You have a problem with that? Do you have a problem with me marking you for everyone to see?” I don’t think she does. I think she likes it.

“No,” she moans, confirming my suspicion and granting me the permission I needed.

I bite her neck, this time closer to her collarbone.

I suck and then lick and kiss the spot. I repeat the motions as I hold her pussy in my hand, two of my fingers inside her, completely soaked in her, my other hand not letting go of her nipple.

“Tell me. Tell me you want it. Use your voice, Nellie.”

“I want you to leave marks, Gus. I want to hurt and feel good. I want you to brand me as yours.” I bite again, and she moans, pulling a groan from me as soon as her pussy clenches around my fingers again.

“It. Feels. So. Good. It. Hurts. Ugh. So. Good,” she adds.

“If you’re still forming coherent thoughts, baby girl, you aren’t feeling nearly enough.

Drop your legs for me,” I groan against her ear, and she does.

“Good girl. Don’t close your legs. Stay relaxed for me.

Yeah?” I ask, looking in the mirror, and she nods.

My fingers are still inside her, but now that she dropped her legs, I’m touching exactly where I wanted.

I slide another finger in, and she moans, holding my face, bringing it to her neck.

“You want me to bite you again, my filthy girl?”

“Yes,” she coos, and I continue pumping my fingers as I place my mouth on the other side of her neck and bite. Her pussy contracts around my fingers, harder and harder as I press the tip of my fingers against that spot she loves.

“Fuuuuuck, Gus.”

“And that ’s my favorite sound,” I moan in her ear, echoing the sentiment from before. “My name unraveling from your tongue.” I drop my mouth to the back of her neck and repeat the steps. Bite, suck, lick, suck again. Her pussy clenches harder, and her screams fill the room as I prolong her orgasm.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

“You like it when I’m rough with your perfect little nipples, don’t you?” I ask, rolling her nipple between my thumb and my index finger.

“Yes,” she moans again, this time a higher pitch.

“This neck,” I say against her sensitive skin as I lick up her neck to her ear, “is mine. Your nipples,” I squeeze her entire breast and hold it in my palm, “are mine.”

“Oh my God, it’s too much, it’s too much,” she says frantically, not taking her eyes off the mirror, trying to close her legs.

I shake my head no. I can see how she’s fighting whatever she’s feeling, but I want her so completely undone that she won’t be able to sit up straight.

I want her so utterly fucked, I’m imprinted on her body and memory forever.

I want to ruin her for everyone else. There won’t ever be anyone else, just like she has ruined me.

“This perfect needy pussy is mine.” I tighten my hold on her, pressing my palm against her clit and applying pressure as I pump faster and faster.

Her pussy is incredibly tight but still pulsing.

She’s not relenting, so neither will I. My eyes meet hers in the mirror, and I groan.

“So pretty, taking what I give you. So pretty. So perfect. So mine.”