Page 46 of The Lies That Shatter
I don’t hesitate to accept her challenge. I move so quickly she lets out a startled cry as I flip her off my knees, throwing her onto the sofa beside me. I then quickly rearrange us so she’s sitting where I was, her legs spread open, whilst I fall to my knees on the floor in front of her. She chews on her lower lip, her anxiety buzzing around the surface as she tries to close her legs and brings her hands up to wrap around her waist.
I grab her wrists and pull them apart, holding an arm at each of her sides. Using my shoulders, I nudge her legs further apart. Making it clear she shouldn’t move her hands, I let go, dragging my fingernails up her thighs until I reach the waistband of her leggings.
Her breath catches as my fingers slip below the band, and she waits to see what I’m going to do next. Her fists grasp the sofa cushions on either side of her body as her anticipation builds.
Making sure to keep my eyes locked with hers, I smile when I realise she’s not looking away this time. Her heated gaze stays fixed with mine, as my lip quirks up into a smirk while I slowly pull her leggings down. Once I get to her lower thighs, she lifts her hips slightly and helps me get them off. I throw them like I did her top, not caring where they land.
It takes every ounce of willpower to remain locked in her gaze, as everything inside of me is screaming, telling me to look at her pretty pussy. I want to admire her beautiful body, but I know she needs this. She needs to know it’s not just about sex for me. Given the way she’s still nibbling on her lower lip, I can tell her anxiety is flaring up.
“Do you want this? We can stop and take it slow. I know this isn’t what we agreed on.”
As much as I fucking hate bringing up our situation, I want to make sure that if we do go ahead now, she has zero fucking regrets.
I’ve already decided to ignore the guilt and feelings that could cause problems in the morning. I’ve been doing that since I was sixteen. As long as it’s what Mac wants, I’m happy to be fucking selfish with her. This is our time.
“I want this. I know it will make life hard for us, but anything has to be better than living without you. I’m just worried because you’ve always been with people who are experienced and…” Her words trail off, but everything that remains unspoken rings loudly.
“As far as I’m concerned, none of those times counted. It wasn’t really me. I know that sounds stupid, and like a bit of a cop out, but it’s true. I never wanted to sleep with any of those women, and they meant nothing.
“This is my first time with someone I actually want to be with. With someone who means something to me. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and I feel like I’m going to blow quicker than ateenager discovering his fist for the first time,” I admit, which earns me a chuckle, but it’s the truth.
I’ve fucked a lot of women for the job, and to help me forget about Mac, but none of them have ever meant anything. I can’t even remember most of their fucking names, and I’m ashamed of that. But none of them were her.
“So this will be both our first times then,” she whispers with a smile that cracks through all the walls I have up over my heart.
I know how much it must hurt this beautiful, sweet girl to know that I’ve been with other women. Hell, I wanted to obliterate Ethan just for pretending to like her, so I can imagine how jealousy must be crushing her, but she’s still willing to push that to one side. She’s willing to forget about all the hurt and pain I‘ve caused, so we can start over together. It’s a second chance I don’t deserve, but one I’m going to grab with both fucking hands.
I capture her lips with mine, burying my tongue into her mouth so I can savour her taste before I pull back and cast my gaze over her naked body. She’s literal perfection, like she was made just for me. Curves in all the right places, silky smooth alabaster skin that I want to run my tongue over, and a beautiful bare pussy that I can see glistening from here.
I continue kissing down her body, over her hardened nipples, across her taut stomach. I use my arms to spread her legs wider and she shuffles to get more comfortable. Once she’s spread wide before me, her juices glistening, I can’t help but groan at how fucking delicious she looks.
“I can’t fucking wait to taste you,” I growl, looking up at her through hooded lashes.
Her blush spreads, and she looks nervous again. Her eyes flick around, and I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart no doubt racing to match mine. “You don’t have to,” she whispers, looking shy again.
I lick up the side of her thigh, right next to her bikini line, and she yelps from the unexpected touch. “I don’t have to…but Iwantto.” There’s no mistaking the possessive growl at the end, and her eyes widen as she watches me move closer to my target. I’m the hunter, and she’s my prey, just waiting to be taken.
She looks like she’s about to say more, but I don’t give her the chance. My tongue swipes down her slit, tasting her sweet juices, and I can’t hold back my groan. She tastes like the sweetest fucking fruit, and I can’t get enough.
With each lick and suck, I devour her. I swipe my tongue through her slit, up and around her clit, before circling her entrance. I lick, suck, and nibble until her pussy is soaking wet, and her taste is ingrained into my memory. Her hot little body writhes beneath me, as I don’t hold back, taking what I want from her.
McKenna’s moans and cries fill the air as her back arches off the sofa, her hands digging into the cushions so tightly that her knuckles have gone white. Next time, I’m going to teach her to put her hands in my hair, to use me for the pleasure she seeks, but we have plenty of time for that in the future. For now, I just enjoy the fucking pleasure that comes from tasting my girl.
With each noise she makes, my cock strains harder, to the point it’s fucking uncomfortable and I have no choice but to touch myself. I reach down with one hand—while the other continues to hold her cunt lips open for me—and pop the button on my jeans. As quickly as I can with one hand, while my head is still buried between McKenna’s legs, I push my jeans and boxers down just enough for my dick to spring free.
I sigh in relief as it springs to life; the head looking angry and purple. The shaft throbs as pre-cum leaks from the tip, begging for me some attention. I reach down and fist the base, moaning as the ache is eased just a little by my hard squeeze.
As I continue lapping at her juices, I slowly pull my hand up and down my hard shaft. Not enough to chase release, but just enough to quieten the raging ache that’s impossible to ignore.
McKenna’s orgasm approaches quickly. Her breathing becomes more ragged pants, and her back arches further off the sofa as her pussy gets wetter. As she gets closer to the edge, her inhibitions lower, and it’s by far the sexiest thing I’ve seen.
She lets go of one of the cushions, and moves her hand to her nipple, pulling on the hard bud with a moan.
“Oh, fuck… Finn… I-I… I’m…fuck,” she shouts incoherently, as she pulls harder on her nipple, thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy against my face.
I grab hold of her hip with my free hand to keep her still, whilst the other keeps pumping my cock. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you going to come for me?”
Her eyes fly open, and she looks down to see me stroking my cock. Until that moment, she’d been so lost in her own pleasure. Not that I care. I want this to be about her. But when she sees my hand, her eyes widen.
