Beautiful Monster (Dark Lies Duet 2)

“I can do that.”

“Good because that is what I want. But right now, at this very moment, I just need you to make me come.”

I fiddle with the waist of my pajama bottoms, but she stops me with a hand on my wrist.

“Gently. Like before—like you love me.”

I freeze in place, my heart beginning to pound in my chest. With a firm grip on her waist, I pull her hips forward, and she crashes into me with a huff. Her arms find their way around my neck as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I do love you, and I always have.”

Siân searches my features, her eyes roaming over my face for signs that I’m being truthful. I’ve deceived her, so her surprise in my confession is warranted. I realize that I could have done things differently, should have done them differently. But somehow, after it all, she’s mine, and I’m hers. And I’m going to spend the next fifty-plus years giving her everything she’s asked for.

“I’m going to need you to be patient with me, topolina. Show me how to love you.”

Siân nods while cupping my face. Tears form in her eyes, but I devour her mouth before they have a chance to fall. She kisses me back, a soft moan slipping past our lips. Suddenly the seriousness that was once present fades into pure lust.

Her hands roam my bare arms, over my chest, and back up to my neck. As she touches me, her fingers lighting a trail of fire across my skin, I jerk my pants down, freeing my rock-hard erection. It never takes much to get me ready for her, and today is no different.

Taking her request to heart, I softly guide her back, positioning her so that she is flat against the counter with her pussy toward the edge of it. For the first time, the obnoxiously-sized countertop has a purpose.

Siân squirms to remove her shirt, tossing it somewhere in the distance. Her back lifts off the counter from the cold, a low hissing sound coming from her. It’s quickly drowned out by a cry of pleasure when I slide my middle finger into her tight cunt.

“Mm,” she moans and grinds against my hand.

Siân seems to come alive, touching herself all over. First, her breast, where she squeezes and tweaks her nipples, then along her stomach until finally, she’s rubbing tight circles around her clit.

“Fuck, topolina,” I groan while continuing to finger her pussy. “You look so goddamn perfect touching yourself like that.”

“Ah…mmmm, Christian.”

My words must encourage her because she quickens her movements, bucking her hips in unison. Soon we build up a rhythm of her riding my finger and petting herself, and it’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen.

“A fucking goddess,” I say in a near roar, then take my free hand to stroke myself.

Gripping myself at the base to start, I then tug on my length, squeezing my cock the way I like, the tip swollen and ready to play inside her. I scoot closer, remove my finger from her pussy, and use her arousal to coat the head. A mixture of Siân’s juices and my precum is nearly enough to send me over the edge.

Sizing myself up to her entrance, I press against her hole, using my thumb to guide me in. And just as she was meant to, she stretches around my fat head, her mouth falling open from just the tip alone.

Little by little, inch deeper, watching as I sheath myself inside her. Siân spreads her legs wider, and my dick twitches at the sight. Proud and turned on, I rub her clit with my other hand while still gripping myself at the base.

“That’s my girl. Open that sweet pussy for me,” I praise while teasing her bud and fucking into her.

When she constricts around me, I have to stop myself from slamming into her and taking her hard and fast. She asked for gentle, for me to claim her body like a man in love. And I give her that. Slow, long, steady strokes are all it takes to have her writhe on the countertop.

I hover over her, smashing her full breast with my weight to taste her lips again. Siân grips my neck, keeping me in place, taking from me what she wants. As she tongue fucks my mouth, she grinds herself on my dick, her pussy squeezing me with each thrust.

We’re in sync, she and I. Good and evil. Yin and yang. Light and dark, and we fit. I knew it all those years ago, and finally, she sees it too. She’s opening up to me, and I don’t just mean her body but her heart and mind. Months ago, she couldn’t wait for the opportunity to escape me, but now, I get the sense that she wants to be here as much as I want her to be.