When Lies Unfold

Chapter 69

I come undone—notonly physically, but also emotionally—from Santy’s words.

He doesn’t judge me for using my body as a means to gain my freedom from the hell I was trapped in for years. He understands.

If I didn’t know better, I’d also think there was an underlying thread of pride in his tone. Pride that I did whatever was necessary to escape and create a new life for myself.

His tongue stabs inside my pussy, imitating his cock, his saliva mixing with my own arousal. My hips move on their own, urging him on while his thumb flirts with my rear crease. Potent pleasure electrifies every nerve ending as he drives me closer to the edge.

My panted breaths echo in the bathroom. I’m riveted by the sight of those tattooed fingers gripping my one hip while his other palm molds to my ass, his thumb torturing me more and more. Heated tension grows between my legs, my thighs tensing.

“Santy,” I gasp.

I can’t push out anything else. My vocal cords seize as my orgasm barrels through me with shudders overtaking my body.

Shameless to anything but riding out the wave of pleasure, I thrust my pussy against his probing tongue. Those inked fingers flex on me as he moans, the vibrations tingling my most sensitive flesh.

But when he pushes his thumb inside my ass the slightest bit, it sends me catapulting headfirst, fully immersed in a brand of pleasure I’ve never before experienced.

Eyes falling closed, my head drops forward as I coat his tongue with my release. His growl reverberates against me as he evokes more shivers of arousal. When he gently eases his tongue and thumb from me, a ragged sound climbs up my throat. I wrench my eyes open to witness him rising to his feet behind me.

Dark skin covered in black ink, his body a masterpiece of sleek corded muscle, he paints a picture of brutal sensuality. His lips are shiny, and when his tongue darts out to drag along them, my breath hitches.

But it’s that look in his eyes that has all the oxygen lodging in my lungs.

He’s looking at me as if he’s only just begun.

When he prods me with the broad head of his cock, nudging his way inside, the delicious stretch to accommodate him sends another rush of arousal coursing through me.

Inch by decadent inch, he sinks inside until he’s buried as deep as possible.

“Fuckyeah.” Eyes molten, he clenches his jaw as if fighting to maintain restraint. Gaze lowered to focus on where he slowly eases out of me, his voice turns guttural. “You look so good takin’ my cock like this.”

His heavy-lidded eyes lift to lock with mine in the mirror. He raises one hand to place his two fingers along my bottom lip in a silent request.

Without hesitation, I wrap my lips around them and suck. A hoarse sound is ripped from deep in his chest, followed by his hips jerking violently. His reaction sends feminine satisfaction coursing through me.

A pained expression crosses his features before he grits out, “You feel that? Your mouth just made me come a little inside you. You’ve got no idea how perfect you are.” I suck his fingers harder, dragging my tongue over them. “That’s it. Get ’em wet enough for your clit.”

Once he eases them from my mouth, he lowers them to my pulsing clit. His pressure and circular motions have my pussy fluttering around his cock.

“Mm, you like that, don’t you?” Without tearing his eyes from mine in the mirror, he lowers his mouth to the juncture of my neck and shoulder and places an openmouthed kiss there. The abundance of emotion in his gaze combined with the kiss has me fraying again.

He pumps even deeper, his thrusts turning more feverish, and I take everything he has to give. My mouth parts on labored breaths as I watch him power into me from behind while his fingers toy with my clit.

“Santy.” His name falls from my lips on a breathless gasp, my next words rushed. “You’re going to make me come already.”

With our eyes still locked in the mirror, he speeds up his ministrations on my clit while raking his teeth along my earlobe. “I wanna feel this tight pussy give me all it’s got.” His hips move even faster as he powers in and out of me. “You better soak me with your cum, you hear me? Wanna feel it drip down my cock?—”

“Santy!” My high-pitched cry hits the air before my inner muscles bear down on him as I come.

With one hand holding firm at my waist, he punches his hips again and again, fucking me as I writhe all over him.

“Fuck!” The expletive falls from his lips, his teeth gritted as he rasps in my ear, “Wanted to last longer for you, but your pussy’s too damn sweet. You’re tryin’ to pull the cum right outta me, aren’t you?”

My head lolls against his shoulder, and I give the barest nod. My words are spoken on a gasp. “I want you to come deep inside me.”

“Yeah?” His breaths are harsh pants now. “You better be ready. ’Cause I’m gonna paint your pussy with so much cum that it drips outta you for days.”

At my little whimper, his eyes drop to where our bodies are joined. “You just drenched my cock.” His thrusts turn erratic. “Love when you get me all wet like that.”

When he swipes some of our combined arousal and uses it to nudge my rear entrance, my inner muscles clamp down on him. “You like that, huh? Like me playin’ with it while I fuck this pussy good and hard?”

My vision grows hazy as he fucks me with all he has. My thighs tremble, and my clit throbs with its own demands.

“Mm, you gonna let me in?” His voice drops to a low, gravelly pitch. He nudges inside my tightest hole, then retreats. Nudges in, then retreats. Each time he edges in a little farther, my nerve endings zing with pleasure.

I push back against his touch, silently pleading for more. His hoarse rumble skates over my skin in a carnal caress of its own. “Yeah, I know what you need. You better not forget that your man knows how to fuck you just right.”

My body grows taut while I coat him with another surge of wetness, and his groan is everything. He uses more of my arousal to coax his finger deeper inside my ass. My back arches as pleasure overtakes me.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He nearly blisters me with the raw heat in his gaze before his eyes drop to where our bodies are joined. His voice is raw. “Takin’ my cock and my finger like you were made for me—” He breaks off with a ragged-sounding groan.

Possessive demand fills his low growl. “Gimme that mouth.”

The instant I turn my head, he captures my lips in a savage kiss as he fucks my pussy and ass. I arch my hips in time to each thrust as molten-hot pleasure floods my veins, tipping me over the edge.

My orgasm ravages me with pleasure so intense it electrifies every inch of my skin. Our kiss is frantic with need, laced with desperation as his tongue entangles with mine.

Explosive shudders consume my body just as he thickens inside me. I contract around him, my inner muscles pulsing wildly. His pace increases, intensifying and turning more erratic.

A feral-sounding groan rumbles deep in his chest before he gives two more impaling thrusts and his body shudders with his own release.

As tremors wrack our bodies, our lips part and he lowers his head, placing a delicate kiss along the side of my neck. His exhaled breaths fan my skin, drawing a shiver from me.

His head snaps up, his concerned eyes finding mine in the mirror. “You cold?”

I shake my head, my voice barely audible. “No. Right now, I feel…” Loved, even though you won’t say it. Even though there’s a possibility you don’t feel the same way.

His gaze narrows a fraction. “You feel…”

I answer with the next best thing that’s still truthful. “Perfect.”

Affection gleams from his features while a hint of a smile plays at his lips before he drops another light kiss to my neck. But it’s what he murmurs next that makes my heart stall in my chest, inciting a gnarled mess of my emotions tangling inside me.

“’Cause you are.” Another butterfly-soft kiss lands on my neck as his husky voice repeats, “That’s ’cause you are.”