Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men 5) - Page 94

“Nova,” I called out, needing to say his name, needing it to anchor me to the moment so I would never forget even a second of the pleasure spiraling through me.

The pleasure of having this big, breathtaking man in my arms, inside my body, in a way I’d never thought in my wildest dreams might really happen.

I clutched at him as a low whine built in my throat. I was already so close to coming, just from the rough, short hair at his groin dragging over my swollen clit, the way his thick cock beat at the tender place inside me that made me forget to breath.

“You’re takin’ my cock so well,” he praised darkly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders to thrust me down on his cock, the tip of it kissing the entrance to my womb in a twin punch of pain and pleasure. “Fuck, takin’ all of me in that little pussy.”

I tried to tip my head down to look at our connection, wanting to see the width of him sink inside me, to watch our joining like I’d seen so many times in my fantasies.

Before I got the chance, Nova pulled out abruptly and used his large hands to flip me over onto my hands and knees.

I faced the wall of mirrors, staring at my reflection as Nova loomed behind me on his knees. We locked eyes in the mirror, his so dark, so polished with lust they gleamed like chips of obsidian.

“Watch me fuck you,” he demanded as he smoothed a hand down my spine, pushing my torso lower so my ass arched high. “Watch how goddamn gorgeous you are takin’ my cock.”

And then he was pushing inside me again, stealing my breath as he sealed our bodies together. I closed my eyes as sensation exploded through every single atom of my body. I felt like I might die from the overwhelming pleasure, burst into particles and spiral into space.

A sharp smack landed on my ass, and then Nova was leaning over me, twining his hand in the long expanse of my hair to use it as reins, holding my head up, urging me back against his ravaging thrusts.

“Watch us,” he demanded in a voice abraded with desire. “Watch me fuck you, Li. I want you lookin’ at us as I make you come.”

So I watched.

I saw the way his beautiful face collapsed into a fierce scowl, dark brows slashing over his eyes as he stared at the way my ass jiggled with each thrust.

I saw the way his inked hand wrapped around my hair, pinning me, using me in a way that should have been degrading, but instead, was so hot I felt the smolder of flames burn higher.

I saw my full tits bouncing beneath me, nipples beaded like jewels, and when Nova used his free hand to reach around to pinch my clit, I saw how hard he made me come.

Head thrown back, legs shaking, cunt clenching so hard it almost hurt, I split apart for him. It moved through me physically, but also, almost spiritually, a cleansing, a baptism I’d been waiting for my whole life. This was my god, my church, my religion all wrapped up in one man, and he had complete power over me, my body, and my heart. The wet splash of my cum anointing his cock was loud in the empty, echoing room, punctuated only by my cries for more, yes, Nova, fuck me.

“That’s right, gorgeous, come all over my dick,” Nova coaxed roughly as he continued to fuck me through my climax, grunts punctuating every one of his thrusts.

I loved the sound of him, the sight of him coming undone. It made my climax cling to my bones, rattling me, pulsing in my pussy for so long, I thought I might die.

And then he came, punching into me on a series of short, smooth strokes, holding my hips steady so he could drive home. He pulled out just before he released and jacked off violently, his crown a viscous, purple red, the same colour as his mouth held tight in a grimace. I watched intently as cum welled at his tip then rushed over me, spilling and scalding against the skin of my ass.

He watched himself mark me with the look of a satisfied hunter, squeezing every last drop from his fat head until he was utterly spent, and I was covered in him. I waved my ass in the air just to hear him growl at the sight. He startled me when a large hand descended on my butt, and he started to rub his cum into my skin, his gaze so hot on the sight I shuddered, an orgasmic aftershock zipping through me like a current.

“Wear my cum almost as pretty as you wear my art,” he murmured as if in a trance. “And don’t worry about the lack of a condom, yeah? I get tested every six months and haven’t had a woman since the last time, two months ago.”

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