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.