The Lie(66)

Only she’s no myth. She’s nothing but real as she takes me into her mouth. Her lips feel just as wet and plush as her cunt did earlier. I make a fist in her hair, tugging on it just enough for her eyes to widen, and she sucks me harder in response. It would be so fucking easy to just come hard down the back of her throat and watch her swallow it all.

But I’m not about to come now. I want to be inside her again, to feel every hot squeeze of her around me.

“Hold on,” I pant, pulling back. My cock pops out of her mouth, a long drop of spit spanning to her lips. God, that’s fucking hot. “Turn around,” I command.

She does as I ask, and I grab her hips, tugging her back into me, teasing the crack of her arse with my glistening cock.

“I hope you know where you’re putting that thing,” she says, a slight tremor in her voice.

I can’t help but smile at how innocent she sounds. “Don’t worry,” I assure her. “We have plenty of time for that down the line.” But damn, I need condoms regardless. “Don’t move.” I quickly walk to the bathroom and grab a packet of condoms out of the drawer, heading right back.

“Good girl,” I tell her, and she wiggles her arse in response. As I tear open the silver foil, I lean over and take a teasing bite of her cheek.

“Ow,” she exclaims.

“Sorry,” I mutter, not sorry at all. I lick over the bite marks, making her relax, before sheathing the thin latex on, unfurling it to the end. I want to know how wet and eager she is, so I part her cheeks and stroke my fingertips over her cunt, and I’m nearly salivating over how slick she is. I push my finger into that tight pink hole and bite my lip at how she holds me. Her breath hitches and she lets out a breathless moan that undoes me like nothing else.

Suddenly the urge, the pure need to be inside her is an iron grip, and I’m nearly trembling at the hunger pulsing through me. It’s this animalistic, primal drive that surprises me, like I’m being reduced to nothing but basic instinct around her. She’s not just Natasha, she’s this gorgeous creature I need to claim, to take rough and hard and fast until I can’t remember my name.

Without realizing it, I’ve pushed another finger inside her, rubbing eagerly against her G-spot, feeling her swell around me.

“Brigs,” she gasps, her head down, her hair over her face as she breathes heavily, her body pressing back into me, wanting more. “God, you’re so good.”

Her words are so desperate and urgent and flick on a fiery switch.

I snap.

I have to get inside her now.

Right fucking now.

I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste, as I hold my shaft, rigid and heavy in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her soft opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.

But just a few inches is enough to make my jaw clench, trying so hard to keep myself in control. She’s so hot and slippery and tight as a fucking fist that I want to slam myself inside of her, bury myself balls deep. It takes all of me to try and keep on breathing, my fingers digging into her sides that are already tender from the way I was grabbing her earlier.

On the desk was one thing, but here, with her on my couch on all fours, my cock buried halfway into that sweet little hole of hers, this is something else. I hope I have what it takes to bide my time and enjoy every second, but since I’m already struggling to keep it together, I doubt I’ll last long.

As long as she comes first. I want her writhing and panting and screaming my name.

“You feel amazing,” I tell her, my voice guttural as I push in deeper, watching as my dick disappear into her, her resistance deliciously tight. “You’re drenching me.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth, Professor McGregor,” she says, moaning.

“Fucking right I do,” I hiss through my teeth. “You keep talking like that.”

“Call you professor?”

“Call me fucking anything. Tell me what you want. Do you want it slow and teasing or do you want me to fuck that that tight pink cunt, hard and rough?” I pause, sucking in a breath as I pull her hips up, adjusting the angle until my eyes roll back in my head. “Be careful of your answer, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.”

I pull out in a slow slide and she shudders beneath me before I push back into her, staying cautious. “I want all of you.”

I look down where the top two inches of my cock, the thickest part, is still showing. “Are you sure?” I ask her, grinding the words out as I clench my jaw. My body is burning, my muscles tightly coiled as I try to stay still. “I don’t want to hurt you at this angle. You’re tighter than a fist and my cock can barely fit as it is.”