Page 68 of Savage Little Lies

Hot. Soft. Wet.

I tilt my head back to draw in a deep breath through my nose, having to steady myself as the pleasure ramps up quicker than expected. I’ve fantasized about this way too often, and now that it’s finally happening, she’s making it hard to last.

“More. I know you can do it,” I encourage her as I look back down at her, watching her hand stroke what her lips haven’t reached.

Cara’s eyes narrow with determination. She grabs the front of my thighs and slides her lips farther down my cock, taking me into her throat.

“Good girl,” I gasp as she holds there for a few seconds before pulling off, applying suction.

Her lips glisten as she licks the underside of me, breathing heavily. Before I can even get my bearings, she dives back in again, moving her head faster.

“Fuck!” I thread my fingers through her hair, my body tensing, hips bucking. It feels too good. Way too damn good.

“You’ve tortured me for days. Weeks,” I tell her as I tighten my grip in her hair. I thrust deep into her mouth until her eyes become teary. “Teased me and left me aching. But I knew you wanted this. I knew you wanted to be mine.”

Cara hums what sounds like her agreement around me, the vibrations shuttling me even faster to the edge. She sinks her nails into my thighs as my hips pump faster, no longer in my control as I chase my release.

“You’re so damn good at that, milaya,” I praise her, knowing how much she loves it. “Fucking perfect.”

I bury myself deep in her throat one last time before I come undone.

Tears slip from Cara’s eyes as she looks up at me and swallows everything that I give her.

My head feels light and dizzy by the time I pull myself out of her mouth, my heart pounding.

This was exactly what I needed.

And I can’t resist rubbing my thumb over her damp lips. “Worth every penny,” I tell her.

She’s worth more than any number that she could ever give me.

Cara catches her breath as she sits there on her knees, her lips swollen and glistening. I’ve ruined her lipstick, but her lips still turn up in a satisfied smile as she dabs at the corners of her mouth.

I adjust my clothes before holding my hand out to her.

Cara looks up at me, her eyes darker than normal. She places her hand in mine but doesn’t let me pull her to her feet.

Instead, she tugs me down to the floor with her. I gladly go with a smile on my face. As soon as I’m kneeling in front of her, our mouths crash together in a bruising kiss. She wants me to taste her triumph. And I already need more.

I have to know if she enjoyed going down on me as much as I think she did. That it was about more than the money.

I tackle her down with me on the carpet, rolling us until I’m on my back. Cara laughs as I haul her up my body by her thighs.

“Dmitri! What are you doing?” she whispers when she’s straddling my face.

“Repaying the favor,” I tell her. Shoving her skirt up to her waist, I groan at the sight of her red lace thong, her arousal obvious. My palms squeeze her ass cheeks to bring her pussy closer to my mouth. Even her inner thighs are slick.

“Dmitri!” Cara calls out above me when I hook a finger in her panties to tug them to the side. The first swipe of my tongue has her freezing above me.

For a moment, I think I’ve gone too far, that I misread things between us.

But then her fingers slide into my hair and tug my face to her body.

As soon as I stick my tongue out again, her body seeks it out. Her hips swivel, bounce, and rock in time with her moans until finally… “Yes! Right there!”

“Shhh,” I remind her with a grin before I give her what she needs. The tip of my tongue lashes at her clit, coaxing more moans and whimpers from her before dancing away, over and over again.

“Stop teasing me, you dirty son of a bitch.”