Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men 5) - Page 93

His eyes flashed as he watched me trace the ridge of his head with the tip of my tongue. “You don’t try, you’ll never know.”

I grinned wickedly then opened my lips and braced, sliding his hot length over my tongue straight to the back of my mouth. When he hit my soft palate, I fought the urge to gag and swallowed hard around him.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Lila,” he rumbled, thighs taut, hips lifted to ease his dick even farther along my throat. “Fuck yeah.”

Hearing the click of the camera shutter again, I moaned around him at the thought of how hot I must look, mouth stuffed with his big dick, hands braced over the ropey muscles arrowing into his sex.

“I’ll want a copy of those,” I pulled off to say, twisting my hand over his length as I did.

Nova didn’t answer because his teeth were sunk into his lower lip, and his head was tilted back on a low, long groan.

“Fuck, you know how to jack me,” he praised.

“I want to see you come like this.” I gave his head a hard, long suck to punctuate my point, but before I could take him deep again, he was knifing up, pulling me by my armpits up his torso, then flipping us over so he was on top.

His face was savage with desire, dark brows slashing, mouth a wet, red line as he stared into my eyes. “Comin’ inside you. Need to feel that sweet, tight heat around my dick.”

I shivered as one hand went up into my hair to fist it tight, the sting a pleasant pain, while the other unerringly found the wet well of my pussy beneath my thong. With a quick flick of his fingers, the strings snapped, he peeled the fabric off my sticky sex, and tossed them to the side. He played his thick fingers at my entrance, dipping one then two then three just inside me until I writhed and begged for him almost incoherently.

His dark chuckle wrapped around my throat like a collar. “Look at how wet you are for me. Fuck, I could just play with you like this for hours, slowly stretchin’ this tight pussy open for my cock.” He paused, eyes burning as he looked up from his fingers inside me to lock with mine. “Never thought I’d see you like this. Now, I have, gotta say, Li, never seen anyone so goddamn stunnin’ as you.”

“Nova,” I protested, feeling the blush in my cheeks even if it couldn’t be seen.

I didn’t trust his compliments, but then, I’d never trusted anyone’s. I’d been taught too well that flattery was a well-heeled tool of manipulation. That beauty was a construct, and I didn’t fit well within the frame of it.

His eyes flashed a moment before the hand in my hair traveled down to my throat, and his fingers wrapped firmly around my neck. He stared at the sight of his hand there, Adam’s apple bobbing hard in his throat, then he looked me in the eye to remind me, “You’re the art, but I’m the artist. Listen to me when I say you’re a goddamn beauty. Hear me when I tell you I’ve never seen a sight hotter than this, you leakin’ to the floor and writhin’ so eager for my cock.”

A slow, menacing grin transformed his beautiful face into something sinister, so sexy I gasped. “You don’t wanna hear it, I’ll make ya feel it.”

He palmed my entire sex in his big hand, smearing the wet onto his palm so he could then smooth it over his cock, lubing it with my arousal. I watched him polish the head with my moisture and groaned as he fisted the based to tease the tip at my entrance.

“Cock’s never been harder in my fuckin’ life,” he rasped as he watched his cock in his hand slide slowly, achingly into the drenched clasp of my pussy. “Fuck me, like this tight cunt was made for me.”

And then he slid home, stretching me open wide and deep so the entire weighted hilt of him was buried inside me.

My head jerked back on a low moan, and my hands scrambled over his shoulders for purchase, needing something to ground myself through the electric storm whipping through my body.

Nova collapsed his weight to an elbow beside my head, tangled the ends of his fingers in my hair, and tugged sharply so I focused my dazed gaze on him.

He looked feral, wholly savage in the bright light of the studio, a spotlight on his primal intensity.

“This,” he grunted as he dragged the heavy ridge of his cock to the entrance of my pussy then thrust home in a way that made us both groan and shudder. “This is what we should have been doin’ for years. This is fuckin’ beauty.”

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