Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

Her eyes land hesitantly on mine. They are full of questions. “I need you to be careful. With me and with Max,” she whispers.

“Done.”

Her eyes study mine, like she’s looking for clues that she can trust me.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Kylie. I never have. I don’t promise things I can’t give.”

She nods, imperceptibly. “I still don’t understand… I’ve seen the women you’re attracted to. You like them blonde, busty and compliant. Not short, sassy and with ten extra pounds of baby weight.”

“You want to know what I see when I look at you?”

I release her hand to cup her cheek. She inhales sharply at the sudden contact. She continues watching me, waiting to see what I’ll say next.

“I see strength, and softness combined in the most exquisite package. I see a mother who loves her child with every ounce of her being. But I don’t see just a mother. I also see a woman, a stunningly beautiful woman with a lush body, and full, heavy breasts, and lips that I very much want to kiss.”

I hold her eyes, letting my words sink in while my thumb makes slow circles against her cheek.

Her eyes flutter on mine and her breath becomes shallow. She’s waiting for me to kiss her, but I won’t rush this. I let the moment sink in–let her feel–truly feel every bit of the lust building between us, because by her own admission, this feeling is something she’s denied herself for too long.

Unconsciously she leans closer and my hand slides from her cheek around to the back of her neck. I guide her mouth to mine and watch her eyes slip closed just before our mouths meet. Her lips are soft and full and easily mold to mine, letting me lead the kiss.

She is so stunning, my dick is already hard.

I kiss her gently at first, letting her adjust to the sensations, then suck her lower lip into my mouth, tugging her closer. I need more.

Kylie lets out a soft groan and the throb in my pants intensifies as my cock presses uncomfortably against my zipper.

Christ, I’ve never been this hard from a kiss alone. At least not since the ninth grade, when I was plotting out how to get my hand into the front of Rachel Lundquist’s jeans while we made out.

Using both hands, I hold Kylie’s face as I kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her tongue thrusting against mine. She denies me nothing, her mouth freely moves against mine and tiny moans vibrate in her throat.

Kylie’s hands begin wandering along my chest and abs and I begin praying to any gods who will listen that she continues her path south. I know her son is in the next room, and I know that’s not what today is about, but I’m dying to feel her delicate hands wrapped around my cock.

Rubbing her hands along my chest, Kylie steals my breath. She gingerly touches my abs, her small hands sliding over the grooves as she explores. Her touch is much more innocent than I’m used to, yet it feels fucking incredible and so erotic, because I know how big of a deal this is for her. But what she does next totally surprises me.

Kylie climbs into my lap, straddling me, and aligns her core so she’s pressed against my erection.

Christ.

She’s warm and sitting right against my cock.

I want to show her there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with her body, and I bring my hands to her ass and thrust up so she can feel how much I want her.

Kylie whimpers and grips my biceps as she rubs herself against me. Her tongue is stroking mine and I imagine what her hot mouth would feel like around the head of my cock, what her tongue would feel like licking along my swollen shaft and almost come in my pants.

Shit, her curvy body working against mine is a magical thing.

When I arrived here today, my goal was only to get her to trust me – now my goal is to make her come. I want to hear her moan out my name and know that I’m the man taking care of her.

I’d never gone this slow with a woman, but suddenly I’m starting to see the merits in taking my time, in letting her get comfortable and control the pace.

I can’t resist bringing my hands to her breasts. They are soft and lush and most definitely fucking real. When my thumbs graze her nipples, she chokes on a groan.

“Pace…What are we doing?” she asks, her voice breathless and husky. Her hips still against mine.

No, no, no. Don’t question it.

“Shh…Don’t think. Just come,” I tell her. I pluck her nipples through the thin cotton dress she’s wearing and feel them harden. Kylie whimpers and buries her face against my neck. Her hips thrust up and down against me.

Yes, that’s it.

Despite us both being clothed, her movements mimic her riding my dick and I feel like I’m about to explode.

I love the way her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, and the breathy cries she makes when I graze her nipples. If she doesn’t get off soon, I’m going to come in my pants, which would not be cool.

I kiss the side of her neck, the dip in her throat. “Does that feel good?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Oh God, Pace. I think I’m going to…”

“Fuck yeah. That’s it, angel.”

She’s found her rhythm and bounces against me, grinding her hips as she lifts and lowers. I bite down on my cheek, cursing out my cock. The bastard better behave and not embarrass me.

I caress her nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra, wishing it was my tongue teasing them rather than my fingers. I want to taste her pussy, and watch her come undone, I want to thrust inside her slow and deep until she gasps. I want so much more with her, but I will settle for this moment–because I know this is huge.

“Pace…Pace…” she breathes out, pushing her fingers into my hair.

“That’s right. Come for me.” I give her nipples a tug and Kylie comes apart, trembling as the orgasm hits her.

She breathes out my name a final time and we kiss until she stops spasming.

We sit like that together, her in my lap, our heartbeats pounding together, and nothing has ever felt more right.

After a moment, she scrambles off my lap and buries her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I haven’t had attention from a man in such a long time, I just…”

I press a finger over her lips quieting her. “Stop. First of all, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Her getting herself off by humping my dick? Yeah, that was better than any porn video. “And second, I like that you haven’t been with a man in a while. I like that you’re cautious. You’re smart. And you’re beautiful. You’re the total package.”

“Yeah…some package.” She rolls her eyes and I notice that her cheeks are still pink from her orgasm. “I just dry-humped you and oh God, this is just so embarrassing.”

“Don’t do that,” I warn, my tone firm. “You’re incredibly sexy and if what you’ve said is true-that you haven’t gotten off with a man in what, two years? Then I feel incredibly fucking honored.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She blushes again. “Yeah, crazy, huh?” Her shoulders straighten, and she looks slightly more put together. “And how long has been it been since you’ve gotten off with a woman?”

I consider it for a moment. “Tuesday?” It was the day before I went to Colton’s office to ask about Kylie. It had been my attempt to push her out of my brain. I’d taken the towel attendant at my new gym back into the locker room and fucked her. It would be the first and last time I attended that center.

Kylie’s look is pure disgust. She smacks me in the face with a toss pillow. “You pig.”

“I told you I’d always be honest with you.”

Her look softens. “Yes, that’s true. Actually, I appreciate that.”

“Good. And seriously, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re smoking hot-I almost fucking came in my pants watching you.”

Her eyes drift down, and I know she can see I’m still hard. Yeah, I’ll be dealing with the beast later. He behaved himself today and deserves to be rewarded. But I’ll worry about that later. Kylie’s son is here, and the first time we’re together, I’ll make sure we have complete privacy.

“How long does the little guy sleep?” I ask.

“Usually an hour or two.”

“Nice.” I kick my feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch and lean back, tugging Kylie against me. She curls into my side and exhales softly.

We sit in comfortable silence for several minutes, and thankfully the erection from hell fades.

“Max had a blast with you today. What are you doing next weekend?” She laughs uneasily.

Little does she know I’d happily repeat this entire day. Then I remember the plans I’d tentatively made with some college buddies.

“I might check out a music festival down in San Diego with some friends. Borrow Colton’s jet while he’s away. You should come,” I say.

Kylie stiffens and then pulls away from me. When I meet her eyes, they are filled with sadness and distrust.

What the hell?