Filthy Beautiful Lies(#1#2)

I spank her again, sharper this time and am rewarded with a satisfying crack and a gasp of breath as Sophie inhales.

She might think she’s in control – giving herself to me this way – but I’m about to show her that I’m still very much in charge.

I lean into her, kissing the twin dimples in her lower back in that damn sexy spot just above her ass.

Moving lower, I plant my face at the juncture between her thighs.

She momentarily stiffens, realizing that my face is pretty much buried in her ass.

“Colton…” she whines. Her tone is unsure, hesitant and she fights against me, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

“Don’t,” I warn and pull her hips back toward me. She has no reason to be self-conscious around me. I want to worship her pussy with my mouth. I could stay here for hours and it wouldn’t be long enough. My hands firmly hold her hips in place as my tongue sweeps out and licks her from top to bottom. She releases a soft groan and stops trying to pull away.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

She tastes sweet, like candy, and I indulge, not letting up my rhythm against her clit until her moans of pleasure are loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Colton!” she cries out again and again.

She’s right there, at that beautiful moment right before her orgasm crashes through her. I plunge two fingers deep inside and feel her squeeze around me.

Suddenly it’s no longer just about watching her come undone, I want her to come harder than she ever has in her life and know it’s because of me.

She pushes her ass back, grinding against my fingers and a vision of her riding my dick flashes through my mind.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” My teeth sink into the fleshy cheek of her perfect ass and my fingers curl upward to that sensitive spot inside.

Sophie comes undone, repeating my name again and again as she gasps for breath and clamps down on my fingers.

Her body trembles with the intensity of her release, and I pull her up from her prone position, cradling her in my arms and kissing her neck, her forehead, her lips.

“Shit, that was hot, baby.”

“Colton…” she murmurs again. Her blue eyes are hazy and unfocused and she’s panting like she just ran a marathon. “It’s never been like that.”

“That’s because it’s me and you,” I say, meaning every word. We share an undeniable connection that goes much deeper than the physical. I don’t know if it’s because of all those weeks we spent living together, getting to know each other and all but ignoring the explosive chemistry between us, but it’s intense and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Our lips meet in a rush of hungry kisses. Sophie’s hands fumble down my body, tracing my abs and moving lower until she finds my hard cock. She teases me at first, her fingertips exploring me, her nails scrapping lightly against my skin, her delicate hand cupping my balls. I grunt when she grips me and begins lazily stroking up and down. I push my hips up to meet her strokes.

“Harder, baby.” I show her what I like, tightening my hand around hers and begin to pump faster.

Her lips momentarily still against mine as though she’s concentrating on finding the rhythm. When she does, pleasure rips through my body and I move my hand to the back of her neck.

“Feels so fucking good,” I groan, pushing my hands into her hair and bringing her mouth back to mine.

While our tongues collide and explore, Sophie uses both hands to stroke my length up and down until I’m ready to explode.

“Soph,” I grunt. “You’re gonna make me come…”

She bows her head and takes me into the warm cavern of her mouth, suckling against the head of my dick. It’s unexpected and hot that she wants to taste me and I can’t hold back a second longer. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I erupt in a stream of incoherent curses and empty myself into her mouth.

Sophie lets out a low moan and swallows every drop.

“Damn baby.” I stare at her in stunned disbelief. I can’t believe she just did that.

She smiles shyly and drops her eyes to my softening cock, then gives him a gentle pat.

“I’m glad you decided against being friends.” I stroke her hair back from her face and kiss her lips.

“You knew that would never work, didn’t you?”

“I knew it wasn’t what I wanted, but I was willing to try if that was the only way to have you in my life.” It’s the honest truth.

She gazes up at me, her eyes shining bright with longing. “I want everything.”

“I do too, sweet Sophie. I do too.”

I rise to my feet, cradling her in my arms. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“What about our clothes?” She peers down at the heap of discarded clothes and undergarments decorating my office floor.

“It’ll give the housekeepers something to gossip about.”

She lays her head against my shoulder, lets out a contented sigh, and lets me carry her up the stairs.