Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men 5)

As I leaned back to coat my throbbin’ cock in oil, hissin’ as my hands moved over the over sensitized flesh, I locked eyes with Lila and let her see the deep, dark soul of me. Her gaze burned on my cock as I sat on my heels to present it to her, lettin’ her see the thick crown disappear behind the tight cinch of my fist, the pearl of precum offered on the head like a courtesan’s gift.

“This is me, Li,” I told her, jackin’ off slow and controlled, abs tight with the effort not to thrust up into my hand.

Just the sight of her indolent and languid, limbs pliable as warm wax, hair a dark halo around her gorgeous face. It was enough to make my balls tighten and my ass clench with the need to come.

“This is what you do to me,” I offered, the only words I really had to give.

My body, my beauty.

Is it enough? I asked, writin’ the words I was too chickenshit to ask in the screens of my eyes for her to decipher.

She pulled her legs back higher and lifted her chin, meetin’ my unspoken challenge. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Come take what’s yours.”

I groaned as I fell onto her, shiftin’ her legs before notchin’ my cock at the loosened vice of her ass.

“Need your eyes as I fill you up. Need you to watch me take what’s mine,” I growled as I forced her hands over her head and twined out fingers, then I pressed firmly, gently forging ahead until her tight heat enveloped my cock.

We both moaned, legs shakin’ as we adjusted to the burn.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed as I slid forward to the hilt, her voice more air than sound. “You feel so fucking beautiful.”

Her lids fluttered as she adjusted to the fullness, and her back arched, her tight nipples brushin’ against my pecs.

“Gonna fuck you now, Li,” I warned through gritted teeth ’cause there was fire in my gut, and it needed tendin’. “Gonna fuck you nice and hard so you feel me for days.”

She whimpered in answer, pressin’ her hips tighter to mine as she wrapped those caramel legs around my waist and urged me to rock into that snug embrace.

I drove harder, arrowin’ a hand to her wet pussy and easin’ a finger inside, thumb to her clit in firm, slow circles. Her eyes went black with lust, blown up by her need for more, for me. She muttered incoherently as I twisted her higher and higher.

“Poor thing,” I muttered darkly, thrustin’ into her heat, feelin’ the squeeze of her all around me, the walls of her ass, her legs wrapped like a ribbon around my waist, her fingers in mine. “Poor Lila, you wanna come for me, don’t you? You love bein’ filled up with me.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, head pressin’ back into the pillow so her neck arched and chest raised, breasts callin’ to my mouth. I ducked down and bit hard into one nipple. Her ass convulsed around me, and she cried out.

“Come apart for me, Li,” I urged, chasin’ the heat, needin’ us both to go down in flames together. “Come for me, mi girasol, and I’ll show you just how hard you make me wanna come for you.”

“Nova,” she shouted hoarsely, her body a strung bow in my hands that I loosened with one rough thrust to the hilt in her ass and a simple twist of my fingers inside her drenched cunt. “Oh, my God, I can’t take anymore.”

She shook as she came, vibratin’ so hard she almost dislodged me. Watchin’ her in the throes of passion I’d pulled from her, I felt a surge of primal masculine satisfaction. It thumped in my breastbone like the beat of a war drum to the tune of mine, mine, mine, and urged me to conquer her completely, utterly, without remorse.

I pinned her down with my teeth at her neck, tongue to her throbbin’ pulse, and groaned as I fucked her through her thrashin’ climax then shouted my own war cry as I spilled so hard it hurt once, twice, three times inside her.

Collapsed on her, only a forearm on the bed keepin’ my heavy weight from crushin’ the small, well-curved lines of her form, Lila did somethin’ that surprised me. She locked me up in her limbs, limbs I coulda broken through easy as string, and buried her face in my neck, her lips to my throat.

When I tried to pull out, clean her up and get her comfortable, she squeezed me and didn’t let up until I relaxed again.

“Love the feel of you inside me,” she murmured sleepily, soft as a kitten curled up against me. “Never wanna let you go.”

God, the words scored through me like knives, carvin’ up my insides, reducin’ the barriers I’d had erected for years to useless scraps of metal. ’Cause I could feel her inside me, too, carbonatin’ my blood, wrappin’ my heart up in tissue, gifts I felt the sudden urge to box up and leave at her feet.