Page 24 of Wicked Little Lies


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But she starts to hum, deep-throating herself, her tongue moving on me, and her fucking throat massages the tip. She stretches her hand under me, to play with my balls and then she sticks a finger in my ass.

Oh fuck. She’s on me like that jackhammer, if they swallowed dick. My cock is alive and needing. Every part of me burns with a liquid fire, and from my balls, all the way up my spine to the top of my head, I crackle with electricity. She starts to thrust a little into my ass.

I’m a bundle of exquisite, elated pleasure bursts inside. My balls climb and tighten, and I grip her head, holding her thrusting now as far as I can get, the choking sounds pure glory to my ears.

I come, cock twitching, and spurt into her throat.

When I’m done, I grab her hair and haul her up.

“How did I do?” she asks after swallowing me all down.

I’ve no fucking idea.

“Down to the wire.”

“I’ve missed you, Hendrick.”

“And I want to punish the fuck out of you. “

She smiles, and I kiss her, walking her back to the bedroom and kissing her, stripping her. I’m getting hard again, but I’m hungry, too.

Because fuck. I missed her lying, duplicitous ass.

I throw her on the bed, and I’m about to tuck my cock away when she whispers, “Don’t.”

“Pervert.”

“Man whore.”

“This means…”

“Nothing.

Everything and we both know it. Just like we know it changes nothing at all. Stealing from me stole more than the jewels. It stole trust. It turned Jac into some kind of avenging savior. And I know he trusts her even less, too. And she…

She knows it.

There are things we need to uncover. Talk about. But this, this is more important right now.

She undoes my shirt, button by button, then pushes my pants to the floor.

“This is what we’re doing,” I say as her fingers trail heat over my skin. “You’re going to sit on my face and I’m going to eat the living shit out of you. Make you come until you can’t take it.”

“And then?”

I lie on my back and pull her over me, so her cunt’s right there, for my up-close viewing pleasure.

“Then we’re going to talk.”

I tug her onto me, and I start to lick and suck her lips. The soft, wet outer ones, the softer, slicker inner ones, back and forth. I meander. I don’t set a rhythm, and I keep my hands wrapped around her thighs, stopping her moving. She’s at my mercy.

I work my way up to her clit, and I start to suck, biting soft, making her gasp. I’m about to push fingers into her when the sound of someone clearing their throat cuts through Cat’s groans of pleasure.

I freeze.

“Hey, don’t stop on my account,” Jac says.

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