Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

I undo my jeans and push them down, retrieve a condom, and put it on. My cock is already hard, and I haven’t even touched her yet.

I look between her legs and see the moisture. She’s dripping, already demanding for me, and I haven’t even kissed her.

My cock will be the first thing that touches her.

I stare at the condom I hate. I want to feel her skin to skin. But I don’t dare get her pregnant.

She spoke once about not being sure if she could conceive. But in order to fuck her without a condom, I would need to have a serious conversation with her. Possibly call a doctor to look at her, and I don’t want to share anything more serious with her. I’ve already led her on too much.

I will protect her, nothing more.

And fucking her without a condom would be more.

“Turn around,” I command.

She does, sticking her ass out, pushing it so close it almost brushes against me.

She turns her head in my direction, her big eyes anticipating the collision of our bodies in a fierce battle neither of us will be able to quit.

I lick my lip instead of hers like I want—the anticipation taunting both of us.

For a woman who doesn’t like being touched, her body is begging for me to grope her all the fucking time. We are magnets pulling toward each other, but also ripping each other away from everything else in our lives.

I stare at her ass.

“Don’t you dare,” she says.

I chuckle. “Your ass will be mine someday soon, little virgin. I will take all of your firsts.

“I took your first kiss.

“I took your first touch.

“I took your first fuck.

“I will take your ass.”

She stiffens.

“But not today. Today, my cock is begging for your dripping pussy.”

Her shoulders relax, and that’s when I take my cue.

I plunge inside her and ignite the spark that only exists between the two of us as I find her tight walls with my cock.

“Jesus, fucking Christ,” Kai cries, not from me pushing her pussy too hard, but from the fucking sweet electricity pulsing between us.

Everything ignites.

The pleasure.

The shock.

And emotions that shouldn’t exist.

I don’t know what this feeling is when I’m in her; the only thing I can describe it as is home. I feel at home when I’m in her. But not the kind of home that comforts and protects you, the kind that pushes your boundaries and creates a chaos of emotions.

I grab her hips, needing more connection as I push into her deeper.