Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

Her legs spread for me, and her ass pushes higher as her face pushes into the wall.

“God, why do we ever stop fucking?”

“I don’t know. We should never stop,” she purrs.

I move my lips over hers. Tasting her purity and desire pouring from her lips. I get drunk on her lips as I thrust into her.

And the cries leaving her throat tell me she’s lost in me.

I slap her ass, watching the pinkness spread and intensify our connection. My heat pushes through her cold, and I can practically see the spark of energy from the firm touch.

“God, it’s too much.”

“Never.”

I slap her ass again as I thrust.

Her body trembles, and I know she’s trying to hold onto her orgasm so this feeling can last longer. But it’s impossible to hold onto. Just like us, the feeling is fleeting. Every day is a gift, and tomorrow it could all be taken away from us.

“I can’t hold on,” she cries.

“Then let go.”

She bites down on her lip, trying to wait, but it’s impossible to hold onto. She lets go. Her orgasm ripples from her head to her toes. Her body trembles. Her body flames. Her pussy tightens, coming hard on my cock.

And as much as I want to hold on, I let go too. Spilling everything I have into the condom still deep within her core.

I need a bed to collapse into, I’m so spent from fucking her against the wall. She is too. I wrap my arms around her, holding her up, knowing I’ll need to carry her to a bed.

She has her own bed she might want to sleep in. I gave her the choice of freedom, but tonight I’m not giving her that choice. And she’s never once chosen her bed over mine anyway.

So I lift her body and cradle her as I carry her to my bed. As soon as I regain my strength, I will fuck her again, and that’s easier to do if

she’s here in my bed instead of hers. I would have to break her door down to get to her otherwise.

I climb into bed next to her as the buzzer on my door goes off. I really need to have that removed.

I dig my phone out of my jeans I threw on the floor next to the bed to see who is at the door.

Archard.

Fuck.

“What’s wrong?” Kai asks, so in tune with my emotions right now I couldn’t hide anything from her.

“It’s Archard.”

She frowns.

I press a button on a panel that connects me to the outside.

“What do you want, Archard?” I ask.

“I need to speak to both you and Miss Miller.”

I’m not about to let him into my personal cabins or anywhere near a naked Kai again.

“You are speaking to both of us,” Kai says, reading my thoughts.