Loving Lies Page 2

  Within seconds he had the top released, tossing it carelessly to the side and not really caring where it fell. And then her breasts were pressing into his chest. Hot little nipples, hard as pebbles, poked into his flesh, bringing a rumbling groan to his throat as he tore his lips from hers.

  “Come here.” Feeling her knees grip his hips, he lifted her to his chest, turning and moving through the opened door that led into the bedroom. The bed. He had to get her to the fucking bed before he took her on the couch. And it was a possibility. Damn, he was so hot, so ready to fuck he could feel the sizzle of impending release tingling at the base of his spine.

  “Slade…” Her soft, heated voice stole his sanity. “Oh God, Slade, I’ve waited forever for you touch me.”

  He had waited forever to touch her. So many years. He could feel them weighing on his shoulders, his soul. She was his. By God, she belonged to him and no one else. He’d be damned if he’d let another man have her. Never. Not as long as he lived.

  Holding her in his arms was natural, right. She was a living flame warming all the cold places that existed within himself, filling the lonely corners and surrounding him with light.

  As he laid her back on the wide bed, staring down at the rapid movements of her swollen breasts, her gently rounded tummy and the tattoo peeking above the band of her bikini bottoms, Slade knew he had found something he had searched for most of his life. A sense of belonging.

  Long, dark strands of hair haloed her face and head, spreading out on the pillow like a fan as her dark eyes watched him with heated need. Her arms stretched above her head, arching her breasts higher, a deliberate temptation he had to grit his teeth to refuse. His cock demanded he take her and take her now, but there were so many ways he needed to touch her. Love her.

  “You’re beautiful,” he breathed as he moved to stretch out beside her, his lips finding the fragrant hollow of her throat as her head fell back, her neck arching to his caress.

  A trembling moan left her lips as she shuddered in response to his fingers moving to her tight nipples. Caressing her neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, he let his thumb and forefinger grip one hard bud, exerting just enough pressure to test her limits for the pleasure/pain he knew he could give her.

  God, she was so young. Too young to know how dark, how intense sex could be. How far he could push her as he stole the illusion of control from her.

  She lifted her breasts to him, a ragged cry filling the night a second before his lips took hers again, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as he began to push her. He wanted all of her. Every shred of control, her last inhibition, the innocence that was so much a part of her and filled him with such hunger.

  He filled his hands with her breasts, his fingers tormenting her nipples as she began to move beneath him. Her hands gripped his hair now, pulling at the strands to hold him closer, to take his kiss deeper as he consumed her. Hell, she was consuming him.

  The sight of those bikini bottoms were still tempting him. Even now, his mind focused on her kiss, on the hard mounds beneath his hand, all he could think about was that damned tattoo. He had to see it. Breaking off the kiss, he spread hard, hungry kisses down the line of her throat as one hand moved over her trembling stomach to the material shielding the soft flesh of her pussy.

  He didn’t have the control to move easily, to ease her into anything. He pushed his hand beneath the material then stilled in shock at what met his touch.

  “Fuck,” he breathed roughly, lifting his head to stare into her dazed eyes. “What the hell have you done?”

  Rising to his knees, he gripped the band circling her hips and tore the fragile material from her. Just that easy, the scraps of fabric ripped from her body and were tossed carelessly to the floor. He reached for the light overhead and flipped it on.

  She lay before him, silken flesh glistening with a satin sheen, bared to his gaze, his touch. The tender folds devoid of the soft curls that should have been there. She had waxed. There was no evidence of shaving, no look of roughness or redness—the flesh was just soft, natural and glistening with a thick layer of feminine cream that had his mouth watering in hunger.

  He was dying to touch. To open her with his fingers, to taste her with his tongue. The peaches-and-cream flesh gleamed in temptation as his gaze lifted to the small tattoo just above her thigh. A small smile tilted his lips.

  Fanciful, like Jessie was. The dragon breathed out a flame, but had a decidedly feminine air to it. The soft colors of the dragon pulled at what little light shone from the front of RV and looked sexy as hell.

  “That is such a ‘Jessie’ tattoo,” he whispered, seeing the fierce, yet feminine core of Jessie that he loved so much in the whimsical creature.

  “I thought you might like it.” She breathed out, panting, her face flushed and lips swollen as she stared back at him. She made him crave her. Crave fucking her, hearing her screams echoing around him as she pleaded for everything he could give her. And he could give her so much.

  “I love it,” he whispered. “More than I should.” His fingers feathered over it before moving to the swollen flesh below, feeling the sweet heat of her juices against his fingertips as he followed the narrow slit to the entrance of her vagina.

  “Slade…” Her cry echoed around him as he rimmed the sweet opening, his fingertip caressing, testing it as he parted her. She was honey slick and hot cream. The feel of her dragged a groan from his lips as she lifted to him, her thighs parting further.

  He needed to taste her. He watched as his fingers slid through the juices that eased from her pussy, his chest aching as he forced himself to breathe, fighting to drag enough air into his body. She stole his breath, his control. His heart. In that moment Slade realized Jessie had the control to break him, to complete him.

  “You’re too young,” he whispered as he lifted his fingers from the sweet flesh he had been caressing. Bringing them to his lips, he ignored the shock that widened her lips as he licked at the sweetness, his cock jerking as the silky slide of her passion fed his lust.

  Watching her closer, he moved his hand, lowering it to her lips as he smoothed a small amount of the sweetness over her bottom lip.

  “Taste how sweet you are,” he whispered. “The sweetest, softest little pussy in the world, and it’s going to be mine. All mine. Isn’t it, Jessie?”

  A shudder ripped through her body as she watched him. Her wide, dark eyes burned into his soul as he saw the innocence that reflected in them. His Jessie was soft and sweet, and untried. Untrained to passion. Slade knew he should have left her alone, knew he should walk away, but once he tasted her, there was no denying her.

  “Taste yourself,” he urged her gently, despite the roughness of his voice. He needed to see her accepting the hungers that tore through her, needed to know she was immersing herself as deeply into the lust as he had been dragged into it.

  A blush stole over her face before running along the slender column of her neck to the rapid rise and fall of her hard-tipped breasts. Then her tongue emerged, sweetly pink, and licked at the juice glistening on her lips before it curled around his finger.

  He watched as she suckled delicately at his finger and his cock jerked violently, remembering the feel of that hot little mouth tugging at him. Sharp teeth scraped over the pad of his finger as her eyes, dark and filled with longing, gazed up at him.

  She would destroy his soul, he thought, so very easily. Or she could remake his world and fill it with a light he had never imagined possible.

  He prayed for the light.

  Chapter Two

  Staring up at Slade, Jessie could feel the tension tightening in her body as need began to outweigh innocence as well as feminine fear. Just being in the same vicinity as Slade could make her flesh heat, her womb shudder with need. As though her skin were suddenly too tight, her internal temperature too hot, she became combustible when he was around.

  “I’m going to taste you, sweet baby,” he whispered, a wicked smile curving his li
ps as his gray eyes swept over her parted thighs. “I’m going to eat you like candy. Think you can handle that?”

  No. But her hips lifted to him anyway as a cry fell from her lips. She had no control, no desire for control. Nothing mattered but Slade’s touch. The heat of his hands, his lips, oh God…his tongue.

  He lay between her thighs, his hands cupping her rear to lift her closer as his tongue swiped through the narrow cleft of her pussy. The burning, agonizing pleasure tore through her, tightening her body with such intensity that she felt she would shatter.

  But he didn’t let her shatter. Gentle licks followed, short laps that caressed and burned, that made her jerk in his grip as she fought for more. A deeper caress, firmer, something to relieve the driving pulse of hunger beating in her clit. And he teased her. He didn’t consume her, he didn’t drive her over the edge, he kept her poised upon it.

  He ate her just as he said he would. Like candy, one slow lick at a time. She twisted beneath him, her cries growing wilder as she fought for release, her hands tightening in his hair to press him closer to her humid flesh.

  “Soft and sweet,” he murmured against her clit. “Like liquid paradise, Jessie. That’s what you are. The sweetest, softest pussy I ever imagined loving.”

  She wanted to scream at the pleasure, to revel in the male lust and hunger in his voice, but all she could do was whimper, arch and beg for more.

  She writhed beneath him, his lips and tongue moved to her aching clit as his fingers returned to the fluttering opening of her vagina. Jessie held her breath, anticipating more, only to cry out in frustration as he licked slowly around her clit, his fingers rimming her opening. He was in no hurry. He was consuming her with decadent pleasure, humming against her flesh, his tongue circling her clit with impossibly light strokes of fire.

  She couldn’t bear it. She knew she couldn’t bear it. Perspiration rolled from her skin as her head thrashed against the bed and she fought for a release that was always just a breath away.

  “Slade, please…” she whimpered, desperation driving her now. “I’ve waited so long. Please don’t tease me this way… Please…”

  She could barely breathe, let alone plead. She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes as her nerve endings pulsed and electrical currents of pleasure raced over her flesh.

  “I could eat you forever.” The hoarse growl nearly had her coming, then his lips moved lower, his tongue flickering at the entrance to her pussy as she gasped then cried out raggedly for more. Oh God, just a little bit more and the tight knot of tension tormenting her womb would ease. Just a little bit.

  The need racing through her was frightening. She couldn’t control it, couldn’t ease it. The tension only built, as did the pleasure and the shudders trembling through her body. And Slade was merciless. He thrust his tongue wickedly into her pussy as she arched to him, tormenting her, making her insane with the need for orgasm.

  The sound of their moans was almost a physical caress. Slade’s tore across her senses, the sound of a man completely immersed in the lust raging through him, from her. His tongue was a demon, licking, stroking, thrusting inside her as he consumed her, ate her with wicked sensuality. There was no relief, just the desperate, shuddering need for it as she lost herself in the white-hot heat swirling through her.

  “Slade, please…” She was shaking, trembling, her voice unfamiliar to her own ears as she begged for orgasm.

  This pleasure was too intense. She hadn’t expected this, didn’t know how to handle it. She had never known anything like this, even in her most vivid fantasies with only her fingers to bring her release. She felt as though she were burning alive, disintegrating beneath him. And in the midst of it, he added another torment. His finger slid through her juices before easing into the cleft of her rear, moving against the entrance to her anus firmly.

  “Oh God. Slade. Slade, please…” There was no breath left to scream, barely enough left to live.

  His lips and tongue moved against her with deliberate provocation then, rather than teasing thrusts and kisses. All the while, his finger probed and explored her rear further.

  Her eyes flew open as she felt the tip of his finger pierce her ass before entering her slowly, stretching her, burning the flesh there with a pleasure she knew she couldn’t survive.

  “Oh God!” She prayed for release, because the pleasure was destroying her. “I can’t… No more… No more, Slade…”

  “Easy, baby girl. It’s coming. Hang on for me.” His finger retreated before easing through the soft cream flowing from her pussy. The slick juices prepared her before he slid in deeper, penetrating her rear as his thumb slid into the gripping opening of her pussy.

  She was lost. Jessie felt her orgasm rip through her, shattering her. It tore through her with a strength that sent her senses spiraling in dizzying circles as she cried out his name.

  “God yes, Jessie.” He moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders before rising between her thighs and moving into position. The thick crest of his cock nudged at her pussy, spreading the sensitized folds as she stared back at him in dazed pleasure.

  “There, baby girl.” A hard, savage grimace of pleasure twisted his expression as he began to work inside her. “Sweet baby. Let me have you now. All of you.”

  He moved then, strong, steady thrusts that worked inside her, stretching her with a pleasure/pain that tore through her mind and sent tension building through her body again. She needed. Oh God, yes, this was what she needed. He was filling her, pushing into her before one hard, piercing thrust sent him to the hilt inside her.

  “Slade…Oh God, Slade…” She arched as he held her hips, trying to scream, to breathe, to adjust to the sudden intrusion inside her, stretching untried muscles, burning through her nerve endings and building the need to greater heights.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Jessie.” His strangled growl had her jerking against him, driving him deeper. “So tight I could come now.”

  He moved against her, his cock sliding back, caressing nerve endings she never knew existed as he began to take her, possess her. He wasn’t fucking her, he was claiming her. She could feel the brand inside her, the knowledge that nothing could ever be as good as Slade inside her body, thrusting, stroking, penetrating her with a heat and strength that stole the last of her reason.

  “Help me,” she gasped, suddenly uncertain what to do, the new sensations tearing through her, whipping her higher, hotter. “Slade, please.” She was jerking in his grip, straining toward him as his cock shafted inside her, slow and easy, fast and hard, alternate strokes that had her head thrashing, her body shuddering.

  “Easy, sweet baby.” He reached out, his hand touching her cheek, his expression holding her spellbound as his body held her in suspended pleasure. “Look how pretty you are. So hot and tight, so damned sweet and innocent.”

  His fingers moved down her cheek to the mound of a breast.

  “You’re mine, Jessie,” he growled, his hand returning to her hip as he began to move harder, faster. His voice became more gravelly than ever before. “Mine, baby. All fucking mine.”

  He leaned over her, his lips covering hers roughly as his arms surrounded her. His hips moved fiercely as he began to fuck her with a rhythm and strength that sent her exploding, flaming into orgasm again.

  She felt everything. Sensation upon sensation. The feel of her vagina tightening around his cock, milking him with strong, even pulses as the hair on his chest rasped her breasts.

  His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming it as his erection claimed her pussy. His arms around her, powerful and strong, his hands buried in her hair, and oh God… She screamed into his kiss as she felt him coming. He drove in deep, hard, a rasping growl echoing into the kiss as he jerked above her and his cock began to throb.

  Fire filled her. Heated blasts of semen rushed inside her, throwing her high again, triggering another harder, deeper orgasm. She began to weep from the pleasure.

  Her nails pierced his
shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips, and Jessie lost herself in Slade. In that moment, the heart that belonged to him alone opened further, drew him in and her soul filled with the pleasure and the emotions rushing through her.

  She had always known Slade would be hers. Always hers. Right here, in his bed, in his arms. This was where she was meant to be. What Jessie had been made for. For Slade.

  Chapter Three

  Brilliant heat surrounded Slade as he paced the outside of the RV the next morning, and raised his eyes to the roof more than once. He had sent Jessie up there beneath the summer sun, stealing her bikini and convincing her to enjoy the summer heat in the nude. The tan lines from the bathing suit were sexier than hell, but the thought of her lying, surrounded by nothing but sunlight, had driven him crazy.

  To see the soft white globes of her ass flushed from the sun, the way he wanted to see them flushed from his hand, would have had him sweating if the heat of the day hadn’t already accomplished that.

  He rubbed his hand over his damp chest, pacing beneath the awning, denying himself the luxury of joining her. If he did, he was going to fuck her again. He was going to spread those pretty legs and watch his dick sink past those silky little pussy lips into the ultra-tight grip awaiting him.

  His cock jerked in his cutoff jeans, reminding him how long it had waited to pierce that tempting little cunt. To feel the blazing heat, the soft silky juices as he listened to her screams ringing in his ears. And she was too tender to take him again so soon, he knew she was. Even after her shower, the silken folds of her pussy were swollen and flushed, attesting to his hard use of her throughout the night.

  And she had been a virgin.

  His gut clenched at that knowledge as he stalked back inside the RV and paced to the bedroom. There, on the tan blanket, was the proof of her innocence. The scarlet stain of her virginity was like a badge of honor, filling him with an overwhelming sense of pride. She could have had many lovers by now, hell, she dated enough. But she had saved her innocence, saved that sweet, lithe, little body just for him.