Filthy Beautiful Lust (Page 22)

Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies #3)(22)
Author: Kendall Ryan

When I rise to my feet, she’s looking at me with lust-filled eyes. Wordlessly, she attempts to unbuckle my belt, but fumbles with it one-handed, I reach down to help her and once my jeans are open, she reaches into my jeans.


Her hand is soft and delicate compared to mine and my cock immediately takes notice, hardening to steel and weeping for her.

She jacks me up and down while I take her mouth, kissing her deeply so she can taste how sweet she was on my tongue.

"Kylie, you don’t have to," I choke out, even though I don’t want her to stop.

"I want to," she breathes against my lips.

Fuck yeah.

I help her, shoving my jeans down my hips until my cock is free.

"Do you wear boxers?" she asks.

"Not usually," I admit.

"God, Pace."

I look down, trying to understand the panic in her voice.

She’s holding my cock away from my body like she’s inspecting it.

What in the hell?

"Are you serious?" she asks, her mouth curling up in a devilish grin.


"This thing is massive."

I notice her fingers don’t close around me, and  I chuckle darkly, pride tearing through me.

"I mean, I know I’ve had a baby, but I’m actually scared right now."

I take her face in my hands again. "I told you we won’t do anything you don’t want to. But I promise you, it will fit if you want to do that."

She swallows down her fears and nods up at me. Then she takes me by complete surprise, dropping down from the desk, and lowering herself to her knees before taking me in her mouth.

I reach out blindly, gripping the edge of the desk. Christ, her mouth is like a vacuum. She sucks me in deeply, creating a warm suction all around me. She strokes my base with one hand while her mouth goes to work. Even one-handed, her touches feel incredible. She reaches down to lightly grip my nuts. Goddamn. I shudder. Most women don’t know how to handle the sensitive areas of a man’s body, but Kylie does. She gently tugs on the hyper-sensitive globes before releasing her suction on my cockhead to lick them. I cannot control the groan that tears from deep within my throat. One thing is certain, Kylie gives one hell of a blow job.

"Fuck, angel." I reach down and smooth her hair back from her face while she eagerly grins up at me with a mouthful. "That feels amazing."

After a few more wet kisses strategically placed in spots that make me groan, I help her rise to her feet. She glances down at my cock and then back up at me in a way that says, It’s time to put that big thing to use. Yes, ma’am.

I consider bending her over my desk, since I’ve been tortured by her beautiful round ass all day, but I know that the first time I have her, I need to see her eyes. It’s never been something important to me until right this moment. It should scare me, but I feel calm and in control.

Taking her in my arms, I lift her to the edge of the desk again and spread her thighs so I can step in between them. Yanking my shirt off over my head, I also let my jeans drop to the floor and step out of them. I want to feel her skin against mine.

Her eyes lower, travelling down my chest and abs before rising again. I like the small smile I see playing on her lips. She reaches out and circles her hand around my cock, looking up at me in wonder, like she can’t believe this is really about to happen.

I lift her chin and kiss her again, then pull back to meet her eyes. "I’ll be careful with you, always. I promise." We both know I’m not just talking about sex—I’m referring to her emotions.

She nods.

I line myself up against her heat and gently rub back and forth. Kylie shudders and arches her back, ready to take me.

"Fuck, a condom," I groan. I’d almost forgotten. That’s never happened before.

"Are you clean?" she asks.

"Of course. I never fuck without a condom."

She hesitates just a moment as though reading me. I’ve told her before that I’d never lie to her, and I can tell she’s recalling that. "I’m on birth control," she says.

Bareback? With this beautiful woman? I’m certain I’ll come too fast and embarrass myself without the layer of latex between us, but I don’t care. I want to feel her. Just her. Without a piece of rubber between us. "Are you sure?"

She quickly nods and reaches for me again. "Yes, I’m sure."

I position her so that her casted arm rests comfortably between us, being careful not to jostle it too much. "I don’t want to hurt you," I say.

"I’m fine, Pace. I promise."

I ease forward, keeping one hand on the base of my shaft and one hand on her hip as our bodies join. The wet heat that envelopes me is indescribable. Inch by inch, I bury myself inside her. Fuck.

Kylie’s whimper once I’m fully seated makes my balls tighten.

"How does that feel?" I choke out.

Her eyes lift to mine. "My vagina isn’t stretched out."


"My ex … he said he didn’t want to be with a woman who was fat and had a stretched out vagina after having a baby."

"As much as I love discussing your ex while I’m inside you, what are you talking about, angel?"

"My vagina—it feels normal. It doesn’t feel stretched out."

"It feels fucking awesome." I still my movements and look deep into her eyes. "And you’re nowhere near close to fat. Your body did something fucking amazing. You grew a little person in there.  With all due respect to Max’s father, he sounds like a fucking moron."

Kylie smiles up at me, placing her palm against my cheek.

I take that as a signal that sharing time is over, and it’s time to get down to business. Which is excellent news, because if I don’t move soon I’m going die.

I lift her calves, securing both of her ankles around my back. "Hang on, baby."

Kylie grips my shoulder with her good hand, and with my hands still holding her legs, I begin sliding in and out once again. She moans softly and digs her fingernails into my back. It feels incredible. I love watching her take her pleasure while I fuck her. She tightens her legs around my waist, arching into my thrusts to take me deeper and her cheeks flush with heat. She is alive and confident. It’s incredibly sexy.

I move slowly, pressing deep and then retreating. I want this moment to last.

"Tell me how to make you come. Tell me what you need," I whisper, pressing light kisses to her mouth.

"Harder. I need it harder," she says.

Oh fuck, yeah. Done with holding back, I rock into her, giving her my full length, gaining speed with each thrust until I’m fucking her hard and fast.

Kylie moans softly and her normally bright green eyes glaze over with lust.