Page 54 of Pretty Lies

“Need more of that skin,” he told her. “It’s so fucking soft—been thinking about that for weeks, babe. Like that pretty pussy, too, and those dimples in your back when I had you bent over the sink. All of that—I need it.”

Shaky air rattled into her lungs at his declaration. She’d been blitzed that night, yeah, but not so drunk that she didn’t know what and who she was doing. He’d acted as though he might have been, but it seemed he remembered a lot about her and that night than she thought.

Every word was a promise.

She drank them all in.

He licked her throat.

Tasted her collarbone.

Every swipe of his lips and tongue against her shivering, heated skin followed his hands pulling her dress down further. He didn’t even fuck with the zipper in the back—the stretchy wool fabric pulling down under his handling with ease.

Then, the dress fell down to her heels.

Cory straightened up fast. His stare dipped down to her chest where black lace cupped her breasts and then lower to the same lace that hugged her hips. Her fingernails grazed under his jaw while he dragged in a sharp breath, and his stare came back to hers.

“You want it?” he asked.

She liked that he did.

That he made her keep saying it.

She wanted him.

She just wanted to fuck.

“Do you?” he asked, tone raspier. “Go ahead, it’s all right there. You want something—grab it.”

She kissed him, then. The same way he’d done to her with all that hunger and need that burned so deep in her chest because that’s just what he did to her. She thought he might like to know it, maybe. Her hands slipped down his chest and stomach to the waistline of his sweats. He backed her harder into the wall when her fingers wrapped around his semi-hard length and tightened with the first stroke. He hardened fast when her other hand palmed his balls, and her teeth found his bottom lip.

“Fuck.”

That breathy cuss fell down on her when she lowered to a crouch. His sweats came down by his own hands before they tangled into her hair, piling it high in his fist. She’d forgotten the size of him, how her hand couldn’t reach all around his girth. That he was long enough for every stroke inside her cunt to feel like he had every inch of her impossibly full.

She stroked him again.

His thumb found her lip, popping her mouth open until the tip of his digit grazed her tongue. He pulled it out just as fast, and she took his cock into her mouth instead. All she needed was that little taste of his skin in her mouth and then more.

Salt and sex and man.

She loved the taste of that.

“Goddamn. Yeah, babe, shit look at that.”

His cock filled her mouth.

She watched him lose control up above.

A beautiful sight, really.

He fucked her mouth until water sprung to her eyes. She was sure her mascara and liner was ruined. Certainly the lipstick she’d had on. Yet, the man above her stared down like he had found heaven underneath him.

She could have watched him like that for hours, but he pulled away from her just to yank her up to stand against the wall again. He stepped out of those sweats while their kiss started a whole new war. His hands slipped over her body, under the cups of her bra and then between her thighs. Knowing and skilled, he stroked her pussy over the lace just enough to get her whining against his hot laughter that echoed in her ear.

“Get on me,” she heard him say. “I want you all over me, Della.”

That was how she found herself riding Cory in the middle of his bed in her heels. His palms flexed on her ass with every rise of her hips. That way, he could yank her pussy right back down on his cock. Harder and faster until she was shaking and breathless because she was so fucking close.