Page 63 of Virtuous Lies

“Don’t fuck the bed.Fuck me.”

I push myself upward, my feet moving quickly, removing the space between us. His cock is out, grasped tightly in his hand. I watch him pump it, his eyes set on mine. “You’re as obsessed with my cock as I am with your cunt.”

I nod, caught in the trance of the upward drag of his large palm.

“Straddle me.”

I do as he says, planting my knees on either side of his legs.

“Lower yourself onto my cock.”

I drop down, unable to rip my gaze from his.

His erection nudges my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“You’ll be so wet inside, my cum still stuffed inside you.”

My stomach clenches, and I dip down farther, swallowing his crown into my body.

He hisses, hand releasing the base of his cock to grab both of my hips.

“Slide down slowly,” he instructs, and I follow his direction, whimpering at the way he spreads me open.

Pussy flush with his pelvis, he groans with gratification. “Do that again. Up slowly. Down slowly.”

I push up, thighs shaking with the effort to keep a lazy pace.

His fingertips press into my hips. I move to lift again, but he stops me. Instead, he pulls my hips forward and then pulls them back.

I copy the movement.

“Roll them,yeah,” he hums. “Like that.” A thick groan rolls through his body. “Good girl.”

Our lips don’t touch, but I feel his softly spoken praise whispered against my mouth, and I swallow it all eagerly.

“Mix it up,” he guides. “Fuck me, baby. Use my body. Make yourself feel good.”

Planting my hands on his shoulders, I circle my hips, my body rolling in tender waves. He licks at my nipples when they move toward his mouth.

I hate him. I love him. I never want to let him go.

“You fuck good, little whore.”

I move a hand to the side of his throat, nails digging in at his nape.

His breathing is jagged with sharp exhales that trail off on thick restrained groans of pleasure.

I stare into his eyes, and he stares back. I demand his secrets with the undulation of my hips, but he denies me with hard upward thrusts every time I hit where we both need it most.

“Your pussy is throbbing,” he tells me. “You ready to come for me?”

I moan. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Come on me, and I’ll fill you up.”

My hips move faster, racing toward the finish line with a desperate need to shatter.

“I’m close, Bianca,” Vincent slurs, his climax claiming him easily.