The Lie by Natalie Wrye (primary phonics books .txt) 📕

And as if he can read my thoughts, he stumbles from a second door.

Andrew.

In all his half-naked glory. Clad in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms.

His dark hair is tousled, a mess all over his head. There’s a toothbrush in his mouth along with white foam, and it’s all so damn comical.

He looks adorable. And sexy. And utterly ridiculous.

And I’ve never wanted to lick a man more, never wanted to sink to my knees and please him, pull down his pants and wrap my mouth so hotly around his cock that the thought has me squirming where I sit.

His lips twitch up as he watches me, eyes alight, and I know he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He’s just good like that…

Always in my head.

One side of his face tugs upwards towards the sky, and his eyebrows rise, arching high. “Care to share with the class why you’re staring at me like that?”

I smile, holding on harder to the blanket over my lap. “Oh nothing. No reason at all.”

He comes closer. “No reason at all, huh? That ‘happy-cat-who-just-caught-the-canary-look’ on your face says otherwise… Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

I cross my arms. “Domino doesn’t eat canaries.”

“Domino is not a cat. He’s a human pretending to be a cat. An asshole human. Any day, he’s going to reveal himself. Just you watch.”

He takes the foamy toothbrush out of his mouth, heading back to the bathroom and I hear him rinse before heading my way again, his smile sliding from his face, replaced by heat.

“You do know who the real cat is in your relationship with that creature, don’t you?” he asks, walking even closer.

He reaches the bedside as his muscles bunch, expanding and contracting as he places his hands on either side of my head and leans in, pressing his lips to my ear.

“It’s you, sweetness.” He breathes across my skin. “You’re a kitty cat,” he whispers. “You purr for me, do you know that? You purr like a kitten when I do this.” His tongue slips out and traces a line up the shell of my ear.

I shiver. And then I let my head fall back, giving him better access.

“And you love it when I do this.” He licks my neck. “You love when I lick you like this.” His teeth nip my collarbone.

Another shiver.

I can’t help myself. I lean in and kiss him, needing his mouth.

He kisses me back.

Hard.

His stubble scrapes against my cheek, and I feel the rise of something I haven’t felt in a long, long while.

This isn’t just any kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss you might get from someone you’ve been with for years.

He traces my lips with his tongue.

I open my mouth.

He slips his tongue inside.

The kiss gets hotter.

So hot I can feel it on my cheeks.

On my neck.

He whispers things to me—dirty, filthy utterances between sweeps of his tongue, a smile painting over his face, pulling tight. “Remember when I said I’ll pet your pussy so good that you’ll never let anyone pet it again?” He licks inside my mouth again, making me moan. “I meant it. You are all mine, kitty cat… And so is your pussy.”

He kisses me again—this time harder than the last. His eyes glow bright, the blue of his irises almost white. He stares me down.

“Now I want you to say it.”

I gape. “Say what?”

“Tell me what’s mine.”

I hesitate. And it’s a mistake.

Andrew reaches for me, removing the covers from my lap, leaving me exposed.

My pink nightie has risen up my thighs, revealing a swath of skin beneath. And when Andrew grabs my ankles abruptly, tugging them, when he slides my body all the way across his king-sized bed until I am spread for his carnal viewing, it is all I can do not to come on the spot.

The way he looks at me is so hot that I’m almost ready to erupt.

He stares between my legs, at the nightie now around my waist.

His jaw ticks, moving under the fine sheet of scruff decorating his face, and he moves closer—so close that when he blows, he breathes right over my silky slit, sending every nerve ending on edge as his lips hover near the very surface of my skin.

He glances up at me through hooded eyes.

“Say it. I’m not going to tell you twice.”

“Yes, Andrew,” I breathe, my words a whine so needy my whole-body flushes. Heat fans across face. “My pussy is all yours. It always was. It always will be.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” I whisper. My voice is so low it sounds like air escaping a balloon. “Please, Andrew.”

He doesn’t move. He just stares at me from beneath his brow, calm, cool, and collected. And I know he’s waiting for me to say it. To say it again.

I feel my heart beating in my chest, and my body flushes once more.

“Please, Andrew.”

His mouth dives at my pussy, and he pushes his tongue between the folds. I cry out as he licks, my fingers moving to my nipples, rubbing and pinching them. I am on edge already, my body aching.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I begin to rock my hips back and forth. His free hand comes down on my ass, smacking it, sending a ripple of pain through my body.

The sensation drives me wild.

“I’m going to give you a present.” His voice grates between my legs—half-roar, half-groan. “I’m going to make you come, so hard that you’ll scream. I’m going to watch as you come on my tongue. I’m going to lick you until you can’t stand, and you’ll never want to leave my bed again.”

He gives me a moment to take in the stark terror of what he’s said. He continues to smack me, right between the legs, and I feel a shock of pain go through me.

“Andrew,” I gasp, my voice higher than it has been. “I can't…” I am struggling to speak.

“Be still,” Andrew says, smacking my cheek left and right. I can feel my ass flushing red,