Truth or Lies? by A. Gomez (books to get back into reading TXT) 📕

to do it right,” he said nipping at my navel. He slowly moved to my other leg, only this time he was nipping and sucking. I moaned, feeling the exquisite sensation all throughout my body.

“Please,” I begged, letting go of his hair and gripping the sheets above my head.

His lips closed around my clit, gently sucking and tugging. I nearly convulsed. My breathing was harsher and my back was arching higher.

“Oh, baby, you’re so responsive.” He gently blew on my clit. The sweet sensation drove me wild and I began to squirm under him. “Be still, baby, I’m going to flip you over now.”

He sat on his knees, grabbed one of my legs, bringing it to meet my other leg and then in one fluid movement flipped me onto my stomach. He squeezed my backside with both hands and then began to kiss and bite.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered in his sultry voice. I quickly obeyed. He leaned against me, placing his chest on my back, cupping both my breasts, tugging and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I could feel his erection between my cheeks. He slowly and torturously ran his right hand down the side of my body to my hip, down the back of my thigh and then slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned loudly, pushing my backside into his fingers. Heat and electricity consumed me. I wanted him now.

“You are so ready for me, baby,” he said, kissing one of my cheeks, as he gently moved his fingers in and out of me.

“I want you inside me,” I pleaded.

“Not yet, baby. I want to make sure you’re good and wet so it doesn’t hurt as much.”

Shit! Forgot about that part.

He flipped me onto my back, positioned himself between my legs, opening them wider. His mouth was on my breast, sucking and running his tongue around my nipple. I moaned softly placing my hand on the back of his head and arching myself into him more. He cupped my other breast with his hand tracing and rolling my nipple with his thumb. He came up and kissed my lips gently, once, twice, three times and on the third time he ran his tongue along my lower lip. I stroked his beard with the palms of my hands, then ran my fingers through his hair.

“I’m going to make love to you, Isabel Grace,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I wanted you even more when you told me you were a virgin. But I promise you, what I feel for you is not about sex or lust. I love you, baby,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth, trailing kisses down to my clavicle. His words were like an aphrodisiac, fueling my libido. Every kiss, every touch scorching me. I wanted this man. I needed this man. His touch setting me on fire. I wanted him inside me.

He moved slowly down between my breasts, licking me, kissing me. He reached my navel, nipped it a few times and then his hot breath and tongue were on my clit. I moaned loudly, tugging on his hair. He groaned, stopped and reached over to his nightstand for a condom.

“Be patient, baby,” he said, quickly tearing the foil pack and beginning to slide it on. I looked down and saw that he was having trouble getting it on.

I sat up, kissed his chest and placed my hands on his penis. “Let me help,” I whispered. I took the condom from him, my hot breath hitting his impressive sheath as I rolled it down. He gently fisted my hair. I heard his breath catch in his throat when I took his impressive girth in my hands. I looked up at him. His eyes were dark and smoldering.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, kissing me hard, our tongues colliding.

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He was hovering over me, gazing into my eyes, asking, “Are you ready?” I nodded, placing my hands on his biceps. “Are you sure you want to do this… with me?” I could hear the strain in his voice if I were to say no.

I smiled saying, “Only with you, Josh.” He grinned, kissing me gently. He slowly eased his way inside me. “Agh!” I whimpered as I felt him push in.

“Aahh,” His eyes closed, he moaned. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so tight.”

I could feel his penis pulsing inside me. It was like steel yet soft. So far so good. It didn’t hurt, it just felt foreign, overwhelming. He grew still, waiting for my lead. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

He slowly pulled out and then eased back in again, slowly. His eyes were closed and lips were parted, his breathing harsh. “Again?” he asked, kissing my lips gently.

“Yes,” I answered through jagged breaths.

He picked up the pace just a little this time. Nothing hurt, it was starting to feel good. “You okay?” he breathed.

“Yes, faster,” I pleaded. He eased himself out slowly again and then slowly back in. “Please, Josh,” I pleaded through harsh breaths. “Faster.”

“Baby, you’re a virgin. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s not hurting so far. Let’s just try.”

He gazed down at me, smiled lovingly and shifted. He came down on his forearms around my head and did as I asked. He pulled out and thrust himself inside me, groaning louder. I cried out in pain. I felt a stinging, pinching feeling as he tore through me.

He quickly stopped, opening his eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I answered, grinning. “It’s fine. I’m okay,” I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

He began to move, slowly at first, making sure I didn’t cry out anymore, pausing in between thrusts. I started to move my