Page 122 of Pretty Lies

The woman could blow his phone up in five minutes if she thought he was going to catch an attitude with her over anything. She changed the whole arrangement and style of his bedroom without asking, but it looked good, so he didn’t say shit. Her clothes were in his closet. But fuck, she made a mean steak.

They were basically living together even though they hadn’t explicitly said so. It seemed like a lot of their entire relationship had just been the two of them making moves that propelled them ahead together into something new. Without ever asking at all.

Cory did like it.

It just wasn’t lost on him that it was happening.

Lost in those thoughts—while getting his dick sucked—was how Cory found himself spending his favorite time of the day. Della peeked through the curtain of her hair when she came to the head of his cock, those plump, wet lips of hers tight around his shaft. She let him go with a pop, but her fist tight around his base kept him awake like a live wire against the mattress. She rested between his relaxed legs, her head in his palm while he stroked her hair, and she got him off. There was nothing quite like the sight of her blowing him first thing in the morning.

Truly, he was blessed.

Della smiled overtop his cock. “Am I swallowing?”

“Every last drop.”

He’d paint her pussy with his cum later and use it to get her off when he played with her clit. Right then, though … yeah, he just wanted to watch her swallow him down.

All of him.

Della’s dark eyes flashed with pleasure before her head dipped down. He didn’t sweep the hair out of her face in time to see her take his dick in her mouth again. Still felt it. All hot and tight and wet. She did dangerous things with that tongue of hers. On his tip. Down his shaft. Against his fucking balls when she pulled them in for a suck, too. Finally getting the hair away from her face, he was enraptured with the focus and pleasure he found in his woman while she worked to get him off.

“God, do you know what you do to me?” Cory asked, his head dropped back to the headboard.

Della hummed around his shaft. The vibrations had his balls tightening in the best way. Her fist worked his length. Just like her mouth. The teeth. Her tongue. The groan that came out of him was thick with pleasure and he was close to losing control.

No better way to let go.

That was for sure.

He looked down.

Della stared back.

Cory came hard.

It seemed never-ending.

She took every bit, too.

He was still trying to catch his breath when she finally let his cock go. Crawling up him, she showed her tongue with a laugh and smiled wide. Her brows lifted, matching his when he reached for her. His cock didn’t even have the chance to soften before she climbed on top of him, taking him in all over again.

Shit.

Her inner walls?

They could work him for hours. As long as he could keep from blowing his load like a teenager getting his first fuck. That was always the challenge with Della.

She sat down on his length.

Cory already had her ass spread wide with two fistfuls. It stretched her out just a bit more, and she really felt him driving into her then.

“Wang is a go,” he told her, referring to his conversation with the boss the morning before.

She nodded, her breaths all high and stuttering as he worked her back and forth on his dick. “Good.”

Jesus.

Why was she so perfect?