Dark Lies (House of Sin 2)

“This pussy misses me, doesn’t it?” I muse, toying around with her clit until she’s wet and dripping.

“No,” she hisses. “And you’d better not try. If you try to shove your cock in, this agreement will end.” She looks at me with such furor in her eyes that I’m amazed.

Fine. If she wants to play it that way …

I smack her ass, and a squeal leaves her mouth. “Fine. Have it your way.”

I open the locked drawer and quickly take out the private collection of toys I keep only to please her. There’s a bunch of them, but today I’m only interested in one thing.

The plug.

Her eyes widen at the sight of it. “What are you going to do?”

A dirty smile forms on my lips. “If I can’t fuck you in the pussy … then I guess I’m going to have to enjoy your other orifices.”

The realization of what’s about to happen really settles in with her, but still, she doesn’t budge. Even when her body shivers on the table as I plant my hand on her naked back, my hand hovering near her ass.

“Are you going to …”

I grab the lube from the desk and spread it all over the toy. “Yes, I’m going to stuff you with this instead.”

But I don’t shove the toy into her pussy.

Instead, I slap her ass once and then push the tip against her ass.

She gasps, a loud moan leaving her mouth when I push it inside.

“Don’t fight it,” I groan, slowly pushing it farther and farther.

“Oh my God, what … Oh, God,” she murmurs, barely able to contain herself. “It’s so tight.”

When it’s in, the sparkling jewel on the backside makes me groan with pleasure. I smack her ass again for good measure, and she bounces along with the rhythm as if she enjoys it.

“Hmm … You’re getting a taste for it, aren’t you?” I ask.

“Shut up,” she growls, making me laugh. “I’m only doing this so you will give me more information.”

“Right.” I roll my eyes and take a deep breath.

Keep telling yourself that, little angel.

I slap her butt again just to hear that little squeak that sounds like music to my heart. I love it when she’s trying to hide her excitement. But when my fingers slide down toward her pussy, it’s already dripping.

“Of course you are,” I add.

Before she can reply, I go to my knees in front of the desk and bury my head between her legs. They tighten at first, locking me in a grip between her knees. But after my tongue begins to twist around her pussy and circle her clit, they relax again.

Even if she thinks she’s going to squeeze my head off … she can’t actually push herself to do it.

She loves it too much. She loves what I do to her, how I can make her burn with desire, how I can make her say things she thought she’d never say … how I can make her beg.

And when that particular moan leaves her mouth, I know she’s about ready to commit.

When she’s about to come, I pull away again, leaving her pussy wet and swollen.

“Oh … fuck,” she mutters, completely unraveling on that desk.

A rumbling grunt forms in the back of my throat. “You didn’t think I’d let you get off that easily, did you?”

Her nose twitches, seething anger in her eyes. “I thought you only had sex with people to make them confess?”

“No … not when it comes to the girl we pick,” I reply, my hand landing on her ass again. “And I know exactly what I want.”

I zip down my pants and pull out my cock, which is hard as a rock and bouncing up and down at the sight of her wet and half-naked on my desk. I leisurely apply some lube, as I can’t wait any longer to ravage her. But if she won’t have me in her because she’s afraid we’ll make babies, I know the perfect solution.

I pull the toy from her ass so fast that it makes a long-drawn-out moan escape her lips. And before she even realizes it, I push the tip inside and slowly ease into her ass. Her lips form an o-shape as another groan comes out the deeper I go.

Once I’m fully in, another animalistic moan falls off her tongue, and my cock hardens inside her from the sound. I pull out and go back in again, my pace increasing every time as she gets used to the feel of having me inside her.

The longer it goes on, the hornier we both get, until I can no longer stop myself from fucking her like the little sinner she is. Every time I thrust in and out of her, she buckles against the desk. Her shoes drop off the moment I spank her hard. She tiptoes around, trying to find balance while I rail her from behind, but I don’t even care. I’m taking what’s mine.