When Lies Unfold

Chapter 68

“I know.”

I take her mouth in mine, my tongue divin’ inside to toy with hers, and every cell in my body instantly comes to life. All ’cause of this woman.

This woman loves me, and yeah… There’s no way I can push those same words outta my mouth. It feels stupid even thinkin’ about tryin’ to say ’em, ’cause it’s not me. I don’t have the capacity to love. Just wasn’t made that way.

With that said, I may not be a fuckin’ wordsmith or a romantic, but I’ll kill a motherfucker in cold blood if he dares to try and hurt her.

It’s my actions that say everythin’…and Lola’s gotta know it. She has to by now. She and Alma are my whole world.

I know she’s gonna make sure Alma gets back to me safe and sound…but I’m gonna lose Lola in the process. My gut’s screamin’ over this and it’s the one time I wish like hell it were wrong.

I don’t know what she’s got planned or how exactly shit’s gonna go down, but I sense it. Somehow I know she’s gonna take revenge on Hidalgo on Alma’s behalf and for herself. Fuck knows she deserves to unleash hell on that bastard.

Worst part is, she’s already actin’ like this is it for us. If it is, then I’m damn sure gonna make it worthwhile. Make it a memory.

Those tears that’ve slipped down her cheeks and along the corners of her mouth taste salty on my tongue. I lap ’em up, tryin’ to take away all her pain.

When she slides her hands into my hair, tuggin’ the band free to twine her fingers in the longer strands, somethin’ snaps. Our tongues surge together, the kiss turnin’ messy, our mouths anglin’ as we strain for more.

“I’ll apologize for bein’ rough later.” I speak against her mouth in between kisses. “But I gotta get you outta these clothes. Right. The fuck. Now.”

Mindless to anythin’ else, I strip her of everythin’ until she’s bare. Her own hands fumble with unfastenin’ and shovin’ my pants and boxers off.

I lift her, and she automatically cinches her legs around my waist, givin’ me her mouth again. Our mouths slant, desperate for our tongues to get deeper, addicted to the taste of each other.

Her hot pussy’s already slick against the base of my stomach, and with every step I take toward the bed, my hard-as-fuck cock bobs against her ass. Pressure builds between my legs, my dick already leakin’ with anticipation of gettin’ inside her.

When I lower myself on the side of the bed, she shifts to her knees on either side of me. With her mouth fused to mine, she wraps her hand around my cock and notches it at her entrance before sinkin’ down over me, inch by inch. I groan against her lips ’cause she fits me like no other. She’s my other piece that I’ve been missin’ all these years.

Speakin’ against her lips, my voice is hoarse to my own ears. “Feel that?” The instant she slams down the rest of the way, takin’ me balls fuckin’ deep inside her, my back arches violently. Jesus Christ, she steals my breath.

“Was gonna try harder to take it slow with you, but just can’t.” I pant out the words. “Your greedy pussy took charge, didn’t it? Now you’re gonna suffer the consequences.” My hands mold to her hips before slidin’ around to cradle her ass in my palms. “Better hold on tight.”

Once she links her arms around my neck, I launch to my feet. With quick strides, I bring us to the bathroom and lower her to her feet. “Turn around.”

Curious eyes search my face, but she faces the oversized vanity mirror. Tracin’ my hands along her body, from her shoulders over her tits and down her sides, I pause at her hips and guide her closer to the counter. “Bend over and spread your legs for me.”

Once she bends and rests her forearms on the granite, I palm her ass in my hands. My words come out on a gritty exhale. “Fuck, Lola.”

I spread her cheeks apart and drop to my knees. At her startled protest, I use my thumbs to draw her open wider. “Was gonna fuck you, but you look too good for me not to get a taste first.”

With that, I drag my tongue from her rear entrance and down to dip inside her pussy. The way she presses against my tongue tells me she’s done protestin’.

I fuck her pussy with my tongue before dartin’ the tip along that tight little crease, gettin’ it wetter. Her little moans and the way her hips rock into my touch tell me she’s lovin’ this as much as I am.

When I nip at one ass cheek, I revel in her gasp. “Gonna give this pussy a good tongue-fuckin’.” Smearin’ wetness around her pucker with my thumb, I give her other cheek a nip before soothin’ it with a kiss. “Then I’m gonna fuck you hard so you remember who your man is.”

I trace my tongue along her pussy lips. “Need you to remember your man doesn’t give a shit what you had to do to survive.” When she goes quiet, I lean past the curves of her ass to peer at her reflection in the mirror. Vulnerability shines in her eyes, and our gazes hold for a long beat.

Steely determination encases my tone. “Gonna make sure you remember that.”

When her expression softens, I move back into place and get to work.

I’ve got a perfect pussy to tongue-fuck and a lesson for my woman to learn.