The Lie by Natalie Wrye (most inspirational books of all time .txt) 📗

the heat spreading. “I'll tell you when you can come.”

He starts sucking my clit again, and I can't help but grind against him. I want to come so bad. I want to come so bad it hurts, in the most wonderful of ways.

“Please, Andrew,” I moan. I can't help myself. It's like I'm another person completely.

He pushes my thighs apart. “You want to come, don't you?”

I nod.

“You're not going to come till I tell you to, are you?”

I shake my head.

“Good kitty.”

He pulls my thighs apart and kisses me. His lips feel so soft, so warm. He slides his tongue into my mouth, and I can taste myself. I can feel his cock, stiff beneath the flannel of his pajamas. He feels so strong.

I'm almost shaking. Standing suddenly, he gives me an eyeful of his strong chest, his beautiful shoulders, his perfect abs.

And God, he's so toned, his muscles are amazing.

I imagine how good they'd feel against me as he cups my breasts with both hands, pinching and twisting the nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

Then he kisses me, his lips so soft, so warm.

His tongue tastes like morning, fresh and clean. And I never want him to stop.

Moving his hands down to my knees, he kisses them softly. Then he moves them down to my ankles and kisses me there. He leaves a trail of kisses up my legs.

And then he stops.

I pant up at him, shame coloring my face five different shades of red. And I don’t care.

I want him too badly to stop myself.

“Wait—Why… No, Andrew… Please.”

“Please what?” he says calmly. A little too calmly.

He reaches towards the nightstand.

“Closed mouths don’t get fed, kitty.” He opens a drawer. “Neither do closed legs…if they don’t tell me what they want.”

His blue eyes flash with mischief—darkened with desire. And I want him so much.

Especially when he puts his thumbs in the waistband of his pajama bottoms, his hands hovering for a second before he lets them fall.

The pants pool at his feet, revealing everything. And I do mean everything.

Andrew wears no underwear underneath, and my gaze goes right to what I want most—the magnificence of him, proud and erect below his navel.

I watch his eyes as he undresses, and they’re bright and focused, watching me watch him.

His gazes travel the length my body, from the square of my jaw, all the way down to my feet, the arch of my foot, the ankle, the toes. Then he looks up at me, and my breath catches in my throat as he repeats the same process up my leg, from my ankle to my quivering thigh.

“So, fucking pretty,” he heaves. “So naughty. So beautiful. So, fucking mine I can't believe it… Still.”

I’m still panting, my nipples hard and clit swollen when he produces a condom from the drawer, ripping the shiny foil with his teeth, his eyes never leaving my face.

“You’re a naughty kitty,” he says, stroking my cheek and hair before removing the condom and placing it on his long shaft, the latex shiny over his large cock.

I need him so much that I’m aching. Literally aching all over.

My nightie is still mostly on, but he rips it off, and in one firm swoop, flips me onto all fours.

My heart is pounding as he sidles up behind me, and my legs shake, knees quake, as he positions himself at my entrance from behind, the thick head of his cock circling my pussy and pressing ever so gently.

“Are you going to do it?” I ask, my voice husky. My mouth is dry, but I can barely stand to wait any longer. I want him so badly.

“Damn right I am,” he says. My lips part in anticipation. He reaches between my legs again, this time cupping me and caressing me. His warm fingers stroke me. And my body responds, my hips grinding against his hand, my thighs spreading wide.

I am so wet for him, so ready for him to fill me. I need him now. And he knows it.

His fingers abandon my soaking lips, moving to my breasts as he rubs each one.

His hands move lower still, never stopping.

Kissing the small of my back, his hot hands move to my inner thighs, which he spreads wide.

My tongue lolls in my mouth as he slips one finger inside of me, his digit swirling against my wet walls.

“God, kitty… Jesus, you're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?” he says, before adding another—a second finger coming out to play.

I groan with pleasure, my head and upper body lying on the bed. He slides in a third finger, his digits pumping in and out of me, and I can barely hold still. I’m wiggling too much, too turned on, and finally, he takes his fingers out and positions his cock at my soaking, throbbing opening, so close I can feel the heat radiating off it.

He rubs the head against me, and I push back against him.

He’s playing with me. Driving me insane with need.

And the familiar urge to clobber him rises inside me.

And just when I think this will go on forever, at last, Andrew ends my misery, sliding into me from behind.

My back arches, and I push back against him, forcing him deeper inside of me. He slides in so effortlessly—so slowly—that I almost stop appreciating it.

Then he’s all the way in, and I can feel myself being filled.

He kisses my shoulder and grabs my hips, plunging deep inside me. I gasp and moan as he takes me, feeling like I am outside of myself, watching everything unfold.

And the feeling is electric.

My dark Adonis groans, making me wetter than ever before—as if that’s possible, every solid inch of him sliding in me to the hilt, making me whole, finishing a puzzle I didn’t know had pieces missing.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters slowly, thrusting into me. “You’re so tight. I love how tight you are.” He grunts and I can feel the bed rocking beneath us.

I begin to climax, and as I do, I