Lie (Betrothed 8)

He pulled away so he could look into my eyes, still pounding into me like he wanted to fuck me as hard as he could. His thrusts became deeper and harder, the brightness in his eyes darkening as he approached his climax.

I wanted him to feel just as good as he made me feel, so I ran my hands up his chest and bit my bottom lip. “You have the best dick.” My fingers moved up his neck, feeling the cords swell against his tight skin. I’d slapped him twice because of his arrogance, but a few seconds later, I willingly inflated his ego, wanted him to come with the same intensity that I had.

A look of approval moved into his gaze, like he appreciated the words I’d just whispered, and her tilted his hips slightly as he moved into me deeper, hitting me harder as he prepared to finish.

It started to hurt because he gave me a little more than I could handle, but I wanted him to get the full effect of this unbelievable sex. My hand gripped his ass and kept pressing him into me, wincing and moaning until my eyes spilled over with tears.

His thrusts increased until the very end, when he inhaled a deep breath and came, his hand yanking my hair forcefully, like I was an animal under his control. He groaned as he came between my legs, leaving a permanent mark no other man could erase. With his dick completely inside me, he finished, moaning the entire way.

I was satisfied and so was he, but my hand gripped the back of his neck and I pulled him in for a kiss, giving him my tongue like we were starting over from the very beginning.

He kissed me back as he softened inside me, just as hungry, just as anxious. “Just one night, my ass…”

Nine

Heath

I leaned against the headboard with the back of my neck resting on top of the wood. With my hands on her hips, I watched the sexiest woman bounce up and down on my dick.

She grabbed her own tits, dug her fingers into her hair as she moaned, and bit her bottom lip like she hadn’t already come so many times that night. Her palms flattened against my chest, and she rolled her hips in the most seductive way, taking that dick over and over, sweaty and out of breath.

Fuck.

She grabbed my hands and pinned him against the top of her bed frame, right next to my head. Her fingers locked with mine, and she squeezed them. “How do you like it?” She had such a strong core that she continued to ride my dick up and down, rolling her hips to take my length.

I fucking loved it.

I squeezed her hands back in response.

With her fingers still linked with mine, she moved my arms around my head so she could lean in and kiss me, continue to take my dick while sharing soft and sexy kisses. She moaned into my mouth from time to time, using my body to get off over and over.

The only reason I held on to my load was because I’d already come a few times. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be able to keep this up, be able to watch the most beautiful woman take me over and over like this.

She was thin enough that her collarbone was clearly visible under her skin, and she had a deep hollow in her throat. She had small shoulders and slim arms, and her tanned skin made her look irresistible. She had little tits, but her body was so petite they were big for her frame. Her stomach was so sexy, flat with slight grooves of muscle because she was so strong. And there was a glittery belly button piercing in her navel.

Hot.

She had one hell of an ass, thick and muscular, and I couldn’t wait to stare at it when I fucked her from behind. And she had strong, toned legs. They were slender, but so muscular. I didn’t have a specific type of woman I liked, but I’d realized I liked her type the most. I liked a strong woman. Couldn’t wait to have those legs wrapped around my head.

She lost herself and started to grind into my body uncontrollably, dragging her sensitive clit against my pelvic bone as she brought herself to orgasm. She tried to pull her hands out of mine, but I gripped tightly so she couldn’t pull away. I watched her eyes close, her mouth open, and listened to her moan just for me.

“Heath…”

You would think I’d get tired of hearing that, but I never did.

When her climax had passed, she slowed down her movements and breathed through her exhaustion. Her skin was shiny with sweat, and her hair stuck to her neck because she was so heated. She moved into me and kissed me again, like she was thanking me for all my hard work while all I did was sit there and watch her fuck me.