Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet #2) - J.D. Hollyfield Page 0,8

forward to caress her butt cheek, then taps twice on her left cheek. On a silent command, she crawls on all fours, keeping her legs open wide. The man pulls an object out of his pocket, and I find myself leaning forward for a better look.

When he moves in front of her and kneels, I don’t dare blink. I follow his hand as it extends up to her mouth and finally realize the object he holds—a butt plug. A sharp intake of breath gives me away when he instructs her to open her mouth and lathers the item with her saliva. When he’s satisfied, he removes it and places his large frame behind her. His masculine hands massage her ass with such gentleness, I shamelessly wiggle in Gabriel’s lap. A part of me scolds myself to look away. This is too intimate and private. But I’m captivated by his movements. He spreads her cheeks wide, and my fingernails dig deep into Gabriel’s thigh as he inserts the plug inside her.

“Is she still in pain, little bird?” I hate him for asking a question we both know the answer to. Her face is now hidden behind the body of her lover, but there’s no hiding the glistening arousal coating the inside of her thighs. “Answer me,” Gabriel orders, but I shake my head. I can’t.

The man saves me by commanding her to stand. When she does, he captures her wrists, lifting them up to two chains hanging above her head. Once her hands are bound, he retrieves another toy. This time a vibrator. He whispers something to her, and her lips part in a pleasurable response, then he presses the vibrator to her core. Her head graciously tilts back as the man gives her pleasure from the toy. Gentle at first, then more aggressive, he works her harder until it disappears inside her. My pussy throbs as I lose myself in the moment and ride this strange wave of sensation with her, fantasizing about being in her place. My body tremors with hers, and I suck in my lower lip as the man thrusts the toy in and out of her. The woman is close to climaxing—and so am I. My thighs begin to shake at her pending orgasm, but it never comes. He pulls the toy out, dripping with her arousal, refusing her a release.

“Why—why did he do that?” My sex is throbbing and begging for my own release.

“Because her orgasm belongs to him—he chooses when she comes.”

I become fidgety in his lap, rubbing my ass back and forth against his thighs. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

His low chuckle is an added vibration to my already oversensitive body. “It’s about control, love. She’s accepted she belongs to him. Nothing is hers anymore, and control is what he craves. It’s his high. His release. Hers is giving him that. Do you not think they’re both enjoying this?”

His question has my eyes moving to the man, lingering on his hard chest and then moving lower until I see the large bulge in his slacks. “Don’t worry. He will gift her for being good.”

The man uses the toy to coat the woman’s lips, allowing her a taste of her own arousal. “He’s letting her know just how divine she is. The sweet fruit he gets to indulge in.” And holy heaven above does he. He drops to his knees, aligning his mouth perfectly with her sex, and goes to town devouring her. I become hyperaware of every move, lick. He bites at her, his nails digging into her flesh, leaving marks. I can’t stop the humming between my thighs. I’m forced to squeeze them together as he laps at her like a starved man.

He stops, and my heart thrashes.

“Oh, come on…” I moan, my hoarse voice sounding unfamiliar.

The man begins to undress, and his body is as beautiful as hers—perfect in every way. His cock pops out of his slacks, and I can’t hide my intake of breath at how long and thick he is. Grabbing at the woman’s hips, he finds her entrance and powers inside her, fucking her rough and fast, without mercy. I don’t realize I’m biting the inside of my cheek until I taste copper in my mouth. The temperature in the room increases and my skin feels too hot. The gentle grazing of Gabriel’s finger along my thigh is too much. The scene before me has me in a state of confusion. My body feels not my own. I’m so