Page 68 of Carrying Your Lies
I don’t want to break the intense stare, but my eyes close from the pleasure of his fingers curling inside.
“Look at me,” he orders. “I want to see you fall apart.”
So, I let him. I maintain our gaze as he fastens his pace and turns my body into lava. I use his body to hold me upright as I lose myself to my deepest desires. My knees feel weak when he steps back, so I use the counter to stop myself from falling to the ground.
Silence settles between us. The slow hum of burning desire cackles. His features are set into a deep thought as he studies me. His hands are clenched, and his shoulders terse.
I should end it here and walk out. We’ve stepped our toe over the line, but if we stay here any longer, we’ll be so far past the line we won’t be able to see it anymore. It’ll be buried in secrets and lies.
Xavier makes up his mind. He walks up to me, grabs my face and kisses me. With every brush of our bodies, my clarity fades away.
It’s all hands and lips. It’s fast and rushed, as if we are scared the bubble will burst any moment. Xavier lifts me onto the counter, pushes my dress up and removes my thong. He undoes his buckle and pulls his trousers down to his knees.
Without time for precautions, he thrusts in and fulfils our wants. There is no slow love-making, only a burst of sexual hunger. Weneedthis. The ache for Xavier has been building since that first lap dance, and he is finally soothing it.
“You’re so perfect,” he moans. “You fit so perfectly around my cock.” He caresses my nipples through my dress, and I feel it deep inside me. His hand glides up to my throat and presses lightly against it. It only adds to the intensity of it all. He presses down with enough force to make me gasp.
“Come for me.” His voice is full of authority, and I want nothing more than to please him.
I meet his thrusts and draw him in deeper by wrapping my legs around his waist. When I come, he groans from the grip around his shaft.
He doesn’t let me recover because he flips me over. He lifts one knee onto the counter, giving him better access. With one hand, he holds my dress in place, and the other presses me into the cold counter. As he pounds into me, I know this is for his pleasure.
“Look at how sexy you look, Miss Hayes,” he grunts. “Look at how wild you look being fucked by me.”
I lift my gaze and almost orgasm over the sight. Xavier’s usually perfect hair is in array. The strands point in all directions. His ordinarily solemn features are alive and burning with lust for me. His pressed white shirt is creased from my hold on them. He catches my stare in the mirror, and we continue to fuck like that until I feel the first throb.
He doesn’t tell me he is about to come. Instead, he says, “You’re going to take it all like a good girl.”
With three sharp thrusts, he spills inside me. I clench my walls to keep it all inside. His moans are music to my ears as I drain him of every sinful drop.
When he pulls out, I whimper from the sudden loss. He spreads me open with his fingers before caressing the area. When he flicks his thumb over my clit, I lose control, and some of his arousal drips out. He catches it with his fingers.
“Turn around.”
I slowly face him.
“Open your mouth.”
I give him a shy smile. I slowly part my mouth.
He places his two fingers in my mouth. “Suck them clean.”
I wrap my lips around them and suck as if it’s his cock. I stare at him and find pleasure in knowing I have so much control over him. With his fingers clean, I release them from my mouth. I grab the panties he tossed to the side and shove them into his trouser pockets.
“I hope you were satisfied with my service, Mr Rivers.”
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Mylegwon’tstopshaking, no matter how hard I try. My fingers feel tight from cracking them every few minutes. I check how long it is until we arrive, but it still says thirty-two minutes.
“You need to relax.”
Huxley looks like he rolled out of bed and threw on the first T-shirt and pair of jeans he found.
On the other hand, I put in more effort with my makeup today than any other day. After trying on six outfits, I settled on jeans and a jumper to hide my slight bump.
“I’m trying” I snap at him.
