Little Lies by Elena Reyes (ebook reader for laptop .TXT) 📗

She’s bare before me, standing like a goddess with a curvaceous figure and perky breasts. Her thick hips and the wet juncture of her thighs makes my mouth water, but I stand firm.

I’ll give her this. Just these next minutes, because when I take her again—fuck my wife—she won’t get a second to think or do or feel anything but my cock stretching her wide.

Gabriella takes the two steps between us, stopping when our bare chests meet again; she rises onto the tips of her small toes. It’s sexy how she can’t reach me even like this.

So tiny. So delicate. So mine.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers against my throat, sweeping her lips back and forth while her hands wander down my chest. Her touch is gentle, with reverence, and I hiss out in pain. My cock throbs while my chest expands with a rough breath.

I haven’t felt the touch of a woman since her death. I’d never cheat on her. Never so much as look, because there’s no comparing and lowering my standards was a crime against her memory.

Our union.

“I’ve never blamed you, pretty girl. Not once.”

Her head shakes, and a tender kiss is placed where my heart once beat. “Please forgive me for taking so long to come back. For leaving you alone.” Another kiss, this one on my stomach just above my belly button. “For forgetting who I am.” Her knees meet the ground, and her sharp nail rips the jeans I’m wearing from waistband to ankle on each side, the denim material falling to the ground. “But more than anything, I forgot who we are to each other, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that.”

I swallow hard, cock throbbing. “The moment you took your first breath, nothing else mattered to me.” A bead of come pearls at the tip, and the little she-devil watches it. Licks her lips as it slides down the engorged head and toward the underside.

She stops the drop with her hand, gripping me tight. “You took care of me.” She pumps me once, twisting her hand on the upward stroke. “You killed for me.”

“No one will ever hurt you again,” I groan. Her lips are wrapped around the head, tongue flicking the slit. “Not even me.”

“I know, and I forgive you. You broke my mind but set me free.” Then she’s taking me in her mouth, not stopping until her lips kiss the base. Then she swallows, hollowing those cheeks while her tongue licks the underside.

“Motherfuck,” I snarl, almost angry at how easily she pulls me to the edge with a few flicks of her tongue. My hands caress her head before gripping the long tresses, holding her there while those hungry eyes watch me. “I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth before I destroy your pussy, Gabriella. And I’m one lucky son of a bitch because you’ll let me. Won’t you, pretty girl?”

Her lips stretch into a grin around my girth; the sight is obscene. Filthy. So beautiful.

“That’s not ten minutes.”

“I know.” Then I pull out just enough to leave the head sitting on her tongue, rubbing it, before slamming back into the hilt. Her throat expands with each thrust, and had my wife still been human, she would’ve been dead.

My strokes are punishing, almost a blur, yet I pet her hair reverently.

And with each swallow around me, she says I love you in return.

I take my pleasure from her and she lets me, sucking a little harder while I throw my head back and revel in the warmth of her mouth. With the way her nimble fingers tug on my balls, causing a deep rumble to build in my chest and shake the windows around us.

I don’t care who hears me.

I’d gladly expose my kind for the honor to fuck her mouth.

Pleasure licks up my spine; a fiery trail spreads through every nerve ending. I’m shaking, my balls so fucking heavy, but before I come, I pull out. A string of her saliva connects us, her pouty lips so shiny with it and I hate to break the connection, but I do.

“I’m not coming in your mouth.”

Her tongue traces her bottom lip, catching the drop of spit and my pre-come combined. “I want it.”

“You’ll have an eternity to taste me…” I yank her to her feet and into my chest, my hands encircling her waist “…but I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to feel your walls clench—squeeze me until I bathe you in my come.”

“Please.” It’s a moan. A desperate plea.

Before she can beg again, I have us on her bed with her thighs cradling my hips. My cock, still wet from her mouth, is at her entrance while her small hole flutters against the head. It’s trying to pull me in deeper; the sensation fucking drives me insane.

“I love you,” I say against her mouth, my body covering hers—skin on skin. “Always and forever.”

“Always and forever.” Our vows. The same words we said the day we married in front of her people and mine, uniting two species through our bond. “Thank you for giving me my life back. For coming back for me.”

My response to those perfect words is to snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt. And then, I’m home. The one place in the universe that’s solely mine. My resting place.

I don’t pause for her to adjust. I stole her innocence once before, but this is more.

My chest rumbles, the beast inside me satiated for the first time in a hundred years, and I fuck her like the animal I am. My hands skim her sides from hip to chest and then find their anchor on her shoulders, using them to keep her in place while I drive in and out, riding her hard.

“Theo!” she screams out, her fingernails digging into my back. It stings a bit, but that hint of pain heightens the pleasure. Her hips meet mine through every thrust,