Love Lust & Lies

Chapter 12

Locking the door, he glided back over to me just as my dress hit the floor. Standing in nothing but my bra and panties, he wrapped his arms around my waist as his warmth enveloped me.

I knew we couldn't have each other how we normally did. We had guests and we had to be respectful, but I needed him right there. Right now. I needed to feel connected to him in the one way no one else could.

Running his hands across my shoulders, he placed his thumbs under the straps of my bra. Gliding them down, as one by one my nipples hit the crisp air in the room.

Reaching behind me, he unsnapped my bra fully. Cupping my breast, he squeezed them gently, before they could fall against my chest. as he played with my taught nipples between his fingers, I quietly moaned at the tingle that shot through my body.

I shuddered against his chest as I lightly crossed my legs letting him know that the sensation had travelled to my core.

Wrapping one hand around my waist, he slid his fingers meticulously across my belly. His fingers teased my skin as he found my clit, wet—throbbing. Circling my aching bud, my breath hitch as he slid two fingers into my essence, painting my sensitive area with my water.

I felt his dick against my ass, it was bulging. Growing thicker as his fingers stroked my pussy, I could tell, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"Take me," I whispered. Removing his hands from my body, he laced his thumbs in the band of his pants and shuffled them down until his length was free. Watching it bobbing in the air, I wanted to take him in my mouth. I loved sucking him until he came, but today, he was fully focused on my commands.

Turning to smile at him, I grabbed his dick as I bent over on the side of the bed.

"Fuck me," my voice growled staring him straight in the eyes.

Standing behind me he used his knees to part my legs. Rubbing my ass, he caressed it before landing a stinging slap against my cheek. Hard enough to be felt but soft enough to not be heard. The feeling sent a quiver up my spine.

Pushing on my back so my chest met the comforter, he placed one hand against my neck to keep me steady. As I felt him rubbing the tip of his length through my wet folds, my body quivered in anticipation of him entering my pussy.

Teasing the head at the entrance, he swiped it through like a card in a machine before tapping it against my throbbing bud. It made me convulse. Every tap made me want to cum.

Slowly moving down my folds he gently pushed the head into my pussy.  I needed this. This feeling right now was my reassurance. It was my sign that he belonged to me.

As he pushed deeper my body melted into him. Inch by inch, I became his, and he became mine. This space where no one else mattered but us, was being filled with our unwavering connection.

As he made his final descent his hips met mine before he gripped my shoulders. I knew it was coming and the excitement of the first blow made my pussy water.

SLAM! The first thrust came in. It was deliciously painful. He knew I loved when he fucked me hard. He had to hold back to ensure we didn't make too much noise, but the intensity of his thrust didn't wane.

Rolling his hips he slowly fucked me. He made me feel his entirety, his dominance, his love. I never felt happier, or more validated.

"Fuck Kennie, I'm so sorry," he said as his thrusts intensified.

"I know, baby" I whispered, giving him the reassurance he needed.

Leaning down against my back he whispered in my ear, "I belong to you and only you, got it." Hearing the words slip from his lips sent me spinning. My pussy gushed so much he could barely stay inside of me.