Vicious Lies (Lies 1)

As soon as I come down enough to move, I slide down Walon’s body, grab his cock, and push him inside my slick walls.

He curses as he fills me tightly with his long, thick rod.

My nails dig into his chest as the pleasure fills me, and I lock my eyes with Waylon.

I won’t think about Langston again, not until I’m finished with Waylon, which won’t be until he has to leave for his flight in the morning.

Waylon reads my mind, knowing exactly how intense sex can get with me, how long it can last. He’s on board and has the stamina to keep up with me. I’m going to need release after release to get me through an entire week without sex.

Langston may get to watch, but he doesn’t get me. He doesn’t get my attention, my thoughts, and definitely not my body—my orgasms. Those are all for Waylon and me.

I start off slow, getting my rhythm, and then Waylon’s hips start thrusting with me. My body glides over his, my clit hitting the point of his hard, sculpted V, and soon I’m convulsing around him as he pours his cum into the condom within me.

“Waylon!” I finally scream, making it clear that he’s the only man for me.

I climb off of him and remove the condom as I walk to the bathroom, still wearing my power, ‘fuck me’ heels.

I am a goddess; three orgasms is nowhere near enough to satisfy me.

I grab the box of condoms in the bathroom and bring them to the bed before I untie Waylon. I want to be fucked in every position. Now that I’ve established my authority, my need, my control, Waylon will respect my power.

“Fuck me from behind. I want to be fucked in every position, in every way, until the sun comes up. Think you can handle that, baby?”

He smirks. “For you, I’d do anything.”

He rolls a condom on, then grabs my hips, and carefully slides between my legs as he fills me and reaches around to stroke my clit.

My eyes roll back at the feeling. This is the life. This is my life. This is what I chose. And I won’t ever let a man take anything from me ever again.

8

Langston

Fuck, Liesel.

She knew I was watching.

That was complete torture for me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

My blood pressure soared to a thousand over a million watching her get fucked by that cocksucker.

The message was clear, though—she’s his, not mine.

I laugh at that.

She thinks she won.

Sure, she pissed me off to no end. No amount of jacking off has brought me down from my pent up frustration.

She has no idea what I want from her, but I’m going to enjoy showing her.

Soon, my huntress, I’ll be coming to collect my debt. And your little show just made collecting my debt that much sweeter.