DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

“Such a beautiful liar,” I rasped against her lips. “Tell
me, Lila. Why did you do it?”
Dazed, she seemed to have a hard time focusing on my
words. I thrust my finger back inside her cunt, dragging
another moan from her. “I… Maddox… do what?”
“Why did you give me that dare?” I hissed, my voice so
gruff, even I barely recognized it.
Another whimper from her as I pulled out from her tight
heat. “I… wanted to see… Oh God, Maddox, please.”
I teased her opening, feeling her clench – seeking out
my fingers. “Tell me.”
“Wanted to see how I’d feel…” she choked out, her eyes
glassy with pleasure.
I rewarded her with two fingers inside her. “Go on.”
Her heart pounded against my chest, feeling the
vibration like it was my own heartbeat.
“If… I’d get jealous seeing you with another… woman. I
wanted to see…”
“And?” I demanded, the word sounding harsh even to my
own ears.
“I don’t like it,” she admitted, through her panting.
“Don’t like seeing me with another woman?”
I asked the question at the same time I thrust my fingers
inside, curling them in a way I knew would drive her wild.
She pulsed around me, her wetness dripping and the sound
of me fingering her was almost scandalous.
“Yes!” Lila hissed. “I hate it.”
“Don’t like me speaking French to another woman?”
Her eyes rolled back, as the heel of my palm pressed
against her tender sex. “Maddox…”
“Answer me.”
She glowered, a vicious glint in her gaze. “You never
spoke French to me,” she spat, before letting out a low
moan. Her eyes widened, her face flushing even redder in
embarrassment, and she bit on her lip, hard.
“Je veux te baiser.”