More Than Lies by N. E. Henderson Read Free Book Online

particularly care to walk someone through the process of how to get my dick inside.
    “And do you like getting taken there?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then point me in the direction to find your lube.”
    “Bedroom.” She huffs out. “Down the hall.” Her left arm lifts off of Mason, pointing in the direction straight in front of her. “Bed side table drawer.”
    “Darlin’,” I purr out as I walk off.
    “Yes?” she asks on a yelp and I know Mason has begun playing with her clit.
    “Don’t come while I’m gone. If I return and my buddy tells me you did, well then, I’ll end this party before it starts. You feel me?”
    “Uh-huh.” Good little bitch.
    As I make my way into her bedroom I pop the button on my blue jeans and side the zipper down. The restriction is starting to get painful. Turning my head to the left, I spot the only bedside table in the room. Once I walk the short distance and open the drawer I see more fun things than just a plastic container of KY. This girl has a small kink streak. There’s furry hand cuffs, what looks to be a cheap flogger that’ll tear apart after one use by anyone that knows what they’re doing, and several short strips of silky material which I’m sure is supposed to be used as restraints. I mumble a small laugh as I take one piece of material out of the drawer, stuffing it in my back pocket before swiping the bottle of lubrication and closing the drawer.
    Making my way back down the hall, I see her straining to hold back. She’s biting down on her bottom lip like it’s going to save her from drowning.
    As I enter the living room, I retrieve my wallet from my back pocket to remove a condom. Once I have it out, I stuff my wallet back in its place and tear open the wrapper. Tossing the foil pack to the ground, I push my jeans down and roll the latex over my junk. When I reach my playmates, I grasp Misty’s hair into my hand once again. You could say I have a thing for pulling a woman’s hair. I like the control I feel when I do it.
    “You ready for this?” Mason already has his pants kicked off at the other end of the couch with a transparent condom covering his own junk positioned under her pussy ready for me to give the word.
    “Fuck, yes.” And with that, my fist tightens while I place my left palm onto her bare shoulder. Without warning I shove her down onto Mason’s dick. “Oh my fucking God.” She says on a scream because she wasn’t expecting the force. I smile as Mason grits his teeth. He was expecting it, but it’s always the same reaction with him.
    “Lean forward, darlin’,” I suggest as I lightly push on her head to lean her closer to Mason.
    After shucking my pants and kicking them off, I position my right leg onto the couch next to Mason’s leg, settling in directly behind Misty. Grabbing my dick in my hand, I pour a generous amount of lube on me. After dropping the small plastic bottle to the floor, I position my cock against her tight opening and move my eyes to meet Mason’s telling him I’m ready. He backs a few inches out of Misty without coming completely out.
    “Hey, Misty?” I call out to her as I reach into my pocket to retrieve the smooth material, bringing it up next to my head and shaking my hand to show Mason. He grins.
    “Yeah,” she breathes.
    “Cross your hands behind your neck, wrists together.”
    “Why?” My jaw locks and I punch forward, forcing myself inside about two inches causing her to yelp. I had intended on being gentle until her intrusive question fell out of her lips. This is our game and the bitch needs to understand she is just a participant.
    “Because I said so.” It’s a bark and I shove inside another inch or two. Her arms immediately comply, going up and locking together behind her neck. With my right palm, I smack her ass cheek before looping the material around her wrists. Once secured the way I want them so she can’t easily pull loose, I move my hands lower, cupping her hips and pressing