Lie, page 13
He moved one hand from my knee and gripped a big chunk of my hair, pulling on it hard as he fucked me even harder. That fat dick pounded inside me, his balls starting to tap against my ass. He could give it to me good and hard without needing to come, like he was a professional at fucking.
I entirely forgot that I had been mad at him just seconds ago and pulled him closer into me, praising him like a gift from the heavens. “Heath…yes.” I spoke against his lips, my other hand on his ass as I pulled myself into him over and over. “Fuck.” Sex had never been this hot, sweaty, passionate. It was the best sex of my life, the deepest connection I’d ever had with a man. Just one hit and I was addicted. How could I go back to the men I met in bars and restaurants? How could I ever go out with someone and even hope for a night like this? I already knew I would never have this kind of passion with my own husband. It just didn’t exist. I’d told him we would just be together for tonight, but that was before I got fucked so good tears fell from my eyes. “You’re gonna make me come again…” I couldn’t believe it. Not only would I get to come once, but twice, and in the same session.
His expression was exactly the same during sex as it was in a public restaurant or a bar. That constant intensity accompanied him wherever he went, whatever he did. He was focused and precise, but he had the discipline to fuck a woman for herself before he fucked her for himself. “I know.” And just like that, he showed how egotistical he was, how arrogant he was with his fucking abilities. He knew he had me now and didn’t want me to forget it.
“Asshole.” I slapped him harder this time.
He moaned and grabbed both of my wrists and raised them above my head, restraining me and pinning me down to where I could barely move. He was strong enough to hold both of my hands with a single one of his and to continue thrusting inside me like there’d been no interruption. “Come.”
I wanted to refuse simply out of defiance, but I had no control over my body anymore. He owned it, controlled it, and being in the presence of his confidence made me lose the game. I fought against his command, but the fact that he had total control over my body was a turn-on I couldn’t fight. It only took me a few seconds to give in, to bring his face close to mine and come all over again. My hatred was gone instantly, and I clung to this man who had taken me. With nails deep in his flesh, I exploded again, finally pleased by a man the way I fantasized about when I was alone with my vibrator. “Babe…” The bond I felt with this man increased as our emotional connection turned into a physical one. “Yes…” My toes curled, and my pussy couldn’t even constrict around him because I was already stretched to full capacity. My hands dug into his hair, and I kissed him deeply, unable to believe that this man was real, that he could really make me feel this way. I’d never felt this level of desire, this soul-crushing connection.
He pulled away so he could look into my eyes, still pounding into me like he wanted to fuck me as hard as he could. His thrusts became deeper and harder, the brightness in his eyes darkening as he approached his climax.
I wanted him to feel just as good as he made me feel, so I ran my hands up his chest and bit my bottom lip. “You have the best dick.” My fingers moved up his neck, feeling the cords swell against his tight skin. I’d slapped him twice because of his arrogance, but a few seconds later, I willingly inflated his ego, wanted him to come with the same intensity that I had.
A look of approval moved into his gaze, like he appreciated the words I’d just whispered, and he tilted his hips slightly as he moved into me deeper, hitting me harder as he prepared to finish.
It started to hurt because he gave me a little more than I could handle, but I wanted him to get the full effect of this unbelievable sex. My hand gripped his ass and kept pressing him into me, wincing and moaning until my eyes spilled over with tears.
His thrusts increased until the very end, when he inhaled a deep breath and came, his hand yanking my hair forcefully, like I was an animal under his control. He groaned as he came between my legs, leaving a permanent mark no other man could erase. With his dick completely inside me, he finished, moaning the entire way.
I was satisfied and so was he, but my hand gripped the back of his neck and I pulled him in for a kiss, giving him my tongue like we were starting over from the very beginning.
He kissed me back as he softened inside me, just as hungry, just as anxious. “Just one night, my ass…”
Nine
Heath
I leaned against the headboard with the back of my neck resting on top of the wood. With my hands on her hips, I watched the sexiest woman bounce up and down on my dick.
She grabbed her own tits, dug her fingers into her hair as she moaned, and bit her bottom lip like she hadn’t already come so many times that night. Her palms flattened against my chest, and she rolled her hips in the most seductive way, taking that dick over and over, sweaty and out of breath.
Fuck.
She grabbed my hands and pinned him against the top of her bed frame, right next to my head. Her fingers locked with mine, and she squeezed them. “How do you like it?” She had such a strong core that she continued to ride my dick up and down, rolling her hips to take my length.
I fucking loved it.
I squeezed her hands back in response.
With her fingers still linked with mine, she moved my arms around my head so she could lean in and kiss me, continue to take my dick while sharing soft and sexy kisses. She moaned into my mouth from time to time, using my body to get off over and over.
The only reason I held on to my load was because I’d already come a few times. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be able to keep this up, be able to watch the most beautiful woman take me over and over like this.
She was thin enough that her collarbone was clearly visible under her skin, and she had a deep hollow in her throat. She had small shoulders and slim arms, and her tanned skin made her look irresistible. She had little tits, but her body was so petite they were big for her frame. Her stomach was so sexy, flat with slight grooves of muscle because she was so strong. And there was a glittery belly button piercing in her navel.
Hot.
She had one hell of an ass, thick and muscular, and I couldn’t wait to stare at it when I fucked her from behind. And she had strong, toned legs. They were slender, but so muscular. I didn’t have a specific type of woman I liked, but I’d realized I liked her type the most. I liked a strong woman. Couldn’t wait to have those legs wrapped around my head.
She lost herself and started to grind into my body uncontrollably, dragging her sensitive clit against my pelvic bone as she brought herself to orgasm. She tried to pull her hands out of mine, but I gripped tightly so she couldn’t pull away. I watched her eyes close, her mouth open, and listened to her moan just for me.
“Heath…”
You would think I’d get tired of hearing that, but I never did.
When her climax had passed, she slowed down her movements and breathed through her exhaustion. Her skin was shiny with sweat, and her hair stuck to her neck because she was so heated. She moved into me and kissed me again, like she was thanking me for all my hard work while all I did was sit there and watch her fuck me.
I gripped her ass and grabbed each cheek, my fingers digging deep into her flesh. She had a mirror on the opposite wall so I could see her figure in the reflection. I pulled her cheeks apart so I could look at her asshole. Then I started to guide her up and down, showing her exactly how I wanted her to make me come.
She balanced herself on the balls of her feet, moved herself up and down at the pace I set. It was an athletic thing to do, to use her legs in that way, but she was so conditioned she could do it and only become slightly out of breath. Her palms flattened against my chest for balance, and she rose and lowered, taking me to the tip before bouncing back down to the base of my cock.
I released her ass and folded my hands together behind my neck, watching her do all the work.
She was a good lover because she showed her appreciation for all my hard work. She got hot and sweaty, worked her ass off to fuck me with equal measure after she had her climaxes. It didn’t matter how long it took or how exhausted she became, she kept going until I was done.
My kind of woman.
I watched her perfect figure move up and down, her tits shaking because she moved so fast. She was in such phenomenal shape, such a strong and limber woman.
I felt a spark of pleasure begin in my hands and feet before it moved to my core and made me burn. It was a whole different way to experience an orgasm when all I had to do was sit there and enjoy it. I could sense every single rise of pleasure, every subtle change, and I could anticipate the explosion before it happened.
At the moment of release, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, making sure every inch of my dick was deep inside her as I came. I looked into her eyes as I finished, exploding inside the pussy I’d been thinking about for a long time. I built up these thoughts in my head, assuming our sex would be unreal, that it really would be as combustible as our fights. But I’d feared that I might be disappointed, that it would never live up to my fantasy.
Fuck, was I wrong.
When I was finished, I relaxed against the headboard, staring at the beautiful brunette on my lap. When I’d gone to the bar that night, I hadn’t known what would happen. When I approached her table, I wasn’t sure if she’d want to talk to me. Instead, she was all over me like I was her man.
I felt like her man.
She gave me a sexy kiss before she rolled off me and onto the sheets. She was warm and sweaty, so she kept her distance to let her body cool down.
I went to her bathroom and cleaned off, adding another used condom to the bin where all my others lay. I splashed cold water on my face then dried off with a towel before I returned to the bedroom.
She finally seemed satisfied because her eyes were closed like she was ready for sleep.
I looked at the time on her nightstand and saw it was five in the morning.
I could go home and she probably wouldn’t stop me, but I wanted to stay. I got in bed beside her and lay back on the pillow, my dick a little sore from all the fucking. I stared at the ceiling and listened to her breathe.
She suddenly moved toward me across the bed, half asleep. Her face rested on my shoulder, and her arm hooked around my waist. She snuggled into me like I wasn’t just some one-night stand, but a very special man.
My arm lay over hers, and I turned my face toward her so I could smell her hair, smell the scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat, sex, and me.
Then I went to sleep.
Her kitchen was still stocked with groceries even though it’d been six weeks since I put most of the stuff there. She must’ve been using the money I left for her to keep her kitchen stocked. I’d given her way more cash than she needed, but I did that on purpose and hoped she would use it to take care of herself. I made French toast and bacon, the kitchen smelling like breakfast time.
Just as I finished, Sleeping Beauty came from her bedroom, wearing silk pajama shorts and a shirt that barely covered her sexy skin underneath. The swell of her breasts was visible, and hard nipples poked through the fabric like they were desperate to burst through her shirt and into my mouth. She ran her fingers through her hair, yawned, and her sleepy eyes were only partially open. “What are you doing?”
I grabbed a couple plates from her cabinet and served the food. “Breakfast.”
She came to my side and looked down at the hot food I’d prepared. “I don’t usually eat breakfast.”
“It’s noon, so it’s lunch.” I opened one of the drawers and grabbed two forks before placing them on the dishes. I was in my clothes again, the jeans and shirt that I’d worn when I walked in the door last night.
“Shit, it is?” She turned to look at the time on the microwave, squinting. “Wow…” She ran her fingers through her hair again, her eyes tired because the few hours of sleep we’d gotten weren’t enough for her. When she turned back to me, her eyes focused on my face like she found my blue eyes as pretty as all the other girls did. She tilted her head to the side so her hair fell down one shoulder, and the desire that sprang into her expression was unmistakable. She grabbed my arm and moved into me, her face pressing against my chest. “I don’t give a shit about breakfast.” She rose on her tiptoes and locked her arms around my neck, pressing her perfect tits into my body. She rubbed her nose against mine before she looked down at my lips.
“Yeah?” I’d stuck around just for this reason, to watch this beautiful woman want me as if I hadn’t already stuck it to her good last night.
“Yeah.” She gave me her confident gaze as she guided my face down to hers so she could kiss me. The kiss was soft and warm, her lips aggressive and authoritative. Her fingers cupped my face and neck and slipped into my hair while she moaned gently against my mouth.
I pushed her sexy little shorts over her hips so they fell down to her ankles. There were no panties underneath, so she was ready for my dick.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head before she planted her palms against my chest, just to test how hard I was, to feel my searing-hot skin and the power of my muscles underneath. “Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.”
I reached into my pocket and grabbed a condom. “I know.”
She released an annoyed chuckle, furious with my ego. “If I didn’t want you so much, I’d throw you out of my apartment.”
“Why don’t you just slap me instead?” I dropped my jeans and rolled on a condom, looking into her eyes as I did it. She’d slapped me so many times I’d lost count, and I liked it every single time. It wasn’t something I was used to because no other woman had ever dared to strike me, but I loved it when she did it, loved her nerve.
“Oh, I’m sure I will.”
I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter before I pulled her close to me and shoved myself inside with a hard thrust.
She gripped my shoulders as her head rolled back. “Oh god…”
I didn’t take my time like I had last time. Now, I just fucked her hard and fast, holding her close to me on the kitchen counter while we desecrated the area with our fucking. The food went cold while we got hot, the two of us clinging together as we got lost in each other.
Her arms remained around my neck while her legs wrapped around my waist. She was flexible enough to tilt her hips and hold the position while she took my aggressive thrusts. Her face stayed close to mine as she moaned against my lips. “Don’t stop…”
I breathed against her lips and demolished her perfect cunt. “Never.”
We sat together at the table and ate a cold breakfast. Only the coffee was warm.
Now that she was fulfilled and satisfied, her mood dropped, as if she realized this had all been a really good mistake. She took a few bites of her food but mostly sipped her coffee, probably because she was obsessed with not eating. I loved her body, but I thought another fifteen pounds could only make her look better.
I ate all my food, not giving a shit if it was cold. I was a grown man who needed to eat. When I was finished, I stared at her beside me at the four-seater dining table. Her shorts were back on, and her shirt had never left her body.
I loved the way she looked the morning after our night together, after all her makeup had been washed away and sleep rejuvenated her appearance. Unlike most women, she didn’t need makeup to be beautiful, but when she did wear it…damn. She had big, almond-shaped eyes with thick lashes, a cute nose, and such full lips that her smile was overpowering. With her fingers wrapped around the handle of the mug, she looked into the black contents and watched the steam rise to the ceiling.
I already knew what conversation we were about to have. Her mood was completely opposite of what it had been when she first woke up. Now she was melancholy, her rambunctious personality long gone. She possessed the energy of someone about to dump somebody else.
I’d like to see her try.
I cleared the plates and left them in the sink. “I should go.” I had shit to do and I should’ve left last night, but I’d purposely stayed because I needed to set the tone for this relationship. If I departed quickly, it would make it seem like a one-night stand. But if I stayed until breakfast, that implied a lot more.
She rose from the chair and walked me to the door, the door I had installed to keep her safe, at least keep her safe from her fears. With her arms across her chest, she would hardly look at me, like she dreaded whatever she was about to say, not dreaded me leaving.
I wouldn’t put up with that shit. “We aren’t doing this.”
Her gaze finally lifted to mine, her body a little less tense because my words caught her off guard.
“You’re going to tell me this is over, that it was just one night, but we both know this is going to happen again…and again. So, let’s just skip that part.” I didn’t say those words because I wanted to keep her; it was just what I believed. The sex was too good to ignore, to downplay, and I was a man who was blunt like a hammer. “We don’t need to label this relationship or even talk about it. That’s what I prefer, actually.” We just had to keep fucking.
Her eyes tilted to the floor for a moment as she considered what I said, and then she moved her hands to her hips and took a deep breath and straightened. “I just need to think this over…”
My eyes narrowed with displeasure. “Think what over?”
“Everything.” Her gaze was guarded, and she refused to let me in. Last night, she was all over me at the bar like there was no other man she wanted to be with. And when the sex was over, she still wanted to be near me, still wanted to cuddle with me. She could tell herself this was all sex, but it was obvious there was an emotional connection she couldn’t deny. Her stubbornness infuriated me the way my confidence irked her. I wasn’t a patient man, not for bullshit, so I lost my temper. “While you figure it out, don’t expect me to keep my dick in my pants.” I opened the front door and walked out.
