The Truth Behind The Lies

by Lace, Lolah

  Bullshit. I’ve seen a few dicks in my day. If Bash weren’t so evidently German I would have sworn he had some African roots because his dick was humongous.

  After we finished with the tour of the upstairs portion of the house, Bash brought me to his room. I followed him inside to what couldn’t really be described as a bedroom. It was more like an apartment. He could live in the huge room and be happy as a lark. It was the size of my condo, well half my condo. His bedroom was gray. It was nicely decorated but lacked color. It kind of looked like an elegant hotel room. It looked good but lacked personality. It wasn’t at all what I imagined. The sitting area around the fireplace seemed cozy. It was more of a focal point than the bed.

  He had every amenity known to man. There was an attached bathroom, a fully stocked bar, a kitchenette area and a living space. This was all in one room.

  I loved that Bash wasn’t a show-off. I had met plenty of rich assholes through work. Bash didn’t seen to act wealthy or snobby. He apparently had a lot of wealth but he had a quality that made him seem common. Of course his looks were far from common. This man was drop-dead gorgeous. He just seemed approachable and I loved that about him. I never wanted a man to like me as much as I wanted it from Bash. I cared about him. Tonight I planned on proving to him just how much.

  There was never a discussion, but I was sure tonight was the night. The way the stars were aligned I knew he was ready to take me. If he wanted, I could just take him. I saw his hulk size dick and it was mouth-watering. I want to tame that beast.

  “We waited.” He paced around the room. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

  “Yes we waited.” I smirked. “What if you’re terrible in bed?” Could that even be possible?

  Bash laughed out. “I’m not terrible in bed. Are you terrible in bed?” He raised one curious blonde eyebrow.

  “No not normally.”

  He raised both of his eyebrows. “You know me. I would never judge you.” He half smiled.

  “Yes that’s what you say.”

  “Maybe I could teach you a thing or two.”

  “Maybe I could teach you.” I said to his cocky ass. “But what if I want to get dirty.”

  His smile again lifted to one side. “Please get as dirty as you like. You have my permission to be a whore.”

  “Thank you.” I liked the way he said whore. I’m not even sure why. He just said it in such a dignified way.

  “No babe, thank you.” He smirked. “I know you are a lady. I know you are a good person. I’m a man. I’m a good person but that is not going to stop me from trying to rearrange your internal organs with my cock. I’m just saying. I’m going to try.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  Oh my. “You, you Sebastian Vandervol, are, a fucking handful.” I placed my purse and my overnight bag on the table by the fireplace.

  “I like when you call me by my birth name.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes. I also like the way you say the word fucking?”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, it sounds like a Sunday school teacher swearing for the first time ever.”

  He has no idea how Southside I can get. That’s cute. He thinks I’m a priss just because I enunciate. There are plenty of girls back in junior high that got they ass beat thinking that same thing. Yeah I pronounce every syllable but I’m still hood. Check my resume.

  I sat on Bash’s bed and removed my nude pumps. I scooted backwards to the headboard and made myself comfortable.

  “Babe, what are you thinking about?”

  “I’m thinking about riding your dick.”

  Why did his eyelids move to his forehead? “No, no, I go first. You know I like to lead.” Bash paced around me making U’s in the carpet.

  “Yes I’ve noticed.” Is it about to go down? Now? I think, maybe right now.

  “I like control.”

  “I’ve noticed that too.”

  He grinned. He stopped pacing to explore my body with his cloudy blue eyes. “I have a fear.”

  “Tell me your fear.” I eagerly stated.

  “I fear I will fuck you so hard you will run away screaming.”

  “Do you like to fuck hard?” I asked. I wanted to know what I was in for.

  “I would like to fuck you hard.”

  “I would like that too.” Shittttttt! You can do it. Put your back into it.

  Bash’s face rotated toward me like he was the Terminator. Before I could process the predatory glare in his eyes he had already stalked over to me and pushed me backwards. My neck snapped as my body hit the mattress, hard.

  Oh my.

  Bash whipped his belt out of the loops in his slacks. I heard the leather whistle in the air. Oh my. He dropped the belt to the floor. I sighed in relief. My kink level was not there yet. But the sound of that belt buckle hit the floor made me extra hot.

  I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. His muscles moved in slow motion or maybe it just seemed that way to me. He tossed his shirt and I drooled again at his perfect body. He was beautiful hovering at the foot of the bed removing his shoes, socks and pants. He wasn’t all that pale for a white man with light blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was a sunny golden god. The summer sun will do that.

  I refused to look at his dick. I had seen it and it fascinated me and it scared me. I was supposed to have a few drinks before this happened but I was completely sober. I was lying here afraid he would fuck me hard. I even started wondering what hard meant. Did he mean hard hard or hard hard? I needed to take it like a big girl.

  My eyes went over to the bar at the other side of the room. I was nervous and I needed a drink. I never needed a drink before but now my nerves were getting to me. Don’t look as his penis.

  “Bash I need a drink.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” I caught his confused face.

  “Okay get whatever you like.” He extended his hand behind him, toward the bar. I scooted off the bed and got up on my feet. Bash stepped in front of me. His lush tongue filled my mouth until I choked on all his artful probing. He backed away and looked down at me.

  I smiled up at him. He smiled back at me. Oh wee. Now that drink. I tried to make my way toward the bar. I walked pass his shoulder and I felt a violent tug on my arm. He had me tight with one hand and his other hand grabbed the fabric of my shirt and ripped it off my body.

  With a rough push I was back on the bed face down.

  “I changed my mind. I’m just going to fuck you hard.”

  My core clenched so hard my stomach burned in pain. I tried to lift my head but Bash had climbed on top of me and pushed me face down into the mattress. My skirt flow off my body and I hadn’t really realized it was happening. My ripped shirt was gone and the next thing I felt was Bash biting my ass. His teeth were in my skin.

  Since no man but Bash had ever actually bit me on the ass with their teeth, I instantly froze in place.

  I felt the latches of my bra come undone. I closed my eyes when I felt Bash’s body brush against my skin. He pushed my hair to one side. My long black curls draped over my bare shoulder.

  “You are so beautiful.” He whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you ugly.”

  Oh my. What does that mean? Oh. The rigid tip of his dick brushed against my ass cheek. He slowly pulled my black lace panties down my legs.

  Bash grabbed my ass cheeks in both his hands and spread my ass wide. I raised my ass in the air. I wanted him to see I was wet and ready. I wanted German. I craved German. I had his dick on my brain since the day we met.

  He rubbed his dickhead back and forth on my slick opening. He held my butt cheeks apart.

  “UGH!!!” I moaned as he slithered inside me. It was slow and slightly painful. I was wet but so tight. Or was he just so big and filling.

  “Do you want it all?”

  Shit! I thought I had it all. My mind wouldn’t let me speak.

  “Nina.” Bash rubbed my ass. “Do you want it all?”

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nbsp; “Yes.” I panted. “Please.”

  Bash eased out just a bit and then he quickly plowed all the way inside me. My body collapsed forward. He was too deep. I tried to rush forward. I did just enough to have him only halfway inside me. Bash scooped my body back up.

  “No, no, no. Where you going? Relax.”

  He guided my shoulders to the mattress. He spread my legs far apart. I was no longer up on all fours. I was down on all fours. He slowly inched deeper inside me. His hands pinned my shoulders flat to the bed.

  “You’re too big.” Oh shit. Did I just say that? I couldn’t move.

  “Shhh.” He shhh’ed me. “Nina relax.” He buried his dick deeper into me as a held my breath. “See babe you have it all.” Oh my. I did. He was all the way in. He just lay very still inside me. I exhaled and could really feel him in my stomach.

  Oh my yes. He began to slowly roll around inside me. Just a little to the left and then a little the right. Then he mixed it up and hit my walls in sensual zigzags.

  I moaned all kinds of incoherent shit. My body was responding to his every move. He wasn’t fucking me now. He was making love to me. He wrapped his hands under my body and his fingers rubbed over my clit. His body weight was pressed into my back. He was slowly moving inside me and hitting every available wet spot.

  Bash had magically started chipping away at the brick and mortar I had built around my heart. This was becoming too damn emotional for me. I felt tears pool in my eyes although they were closed shut. I couldn’t hold in my tears. They seeped out the corners of my eyes. I was silently crying and I was so glad Bash couldn’t see my face.

  I’m officially dick whipped. He has me.

  “Aghhhhh!!!” Sighs just kept pouring out of me. I could barely hear Bash over myself. He was grunting lowly and he even said fuck a few times.

  I was so close to orgasm when Bash decided to flip me over. He lowered himself back inside me. My legs raised and locked to his waist. He lowered his face to kiss me on the lips.

  “This feels nice.” He smiled.

  “Yes.” A handshake feels nice. This feels like heaven.

  Bash smoothed my wet and matted hair with his hand. “You are so beautiful.” He said.

  What a thing to say with ones gigantic penis inside me. I squeezed my muscles together and gripped my lover’s pole.

  “Umm!!!” He moaned. “You want more.”

  “Yes Bash. Give me more.” What a damn tease this man is.

  Bash gave me a quick peck on my lips. “Here you go babe.” He eyes got hooded. He pulled out to the head and slammed down deep inside me.

  He started pounding me hard and fast. So fast in fact I couldn’t keep up. I gave up on trying. His workouts must be intense. I felt like I was losing pounds with all the work he was putting in.

  I was being tossed around like a sex slave. I liked it a lot. Straight up loved it. I didn’t have to think about it. It was just happening to me without my verbal consent but with my silent stamp of approval. I was use to men pulling out all their sex tricks the first time but Bash was pulling tricks out of foreign countries. I loss count of how many sexual positions he put me in. These were positions I had never tried before. He was good at making love. He was so great at fucking. Damn he was really great at fucking. Who would have known? Now I do.

  This guy right here. He has me all shook up.

  I hate him. I can’t believe this cock and bullshit.

  CHAPTER 17

  ★TUESDAY★

  I woke up a little after Bash in his huge bedroom. He had removed himself from between my legs, showered and dressed for work. My eyes adjusted to him looking dapper and well put together. I’m sure I look a hot mess. My fresh perm got sweated out last night.

  “Good morning.” Bash was standing before me with a cup of coffee.

  I took the cup. “Morning.” I took a sip from the coffee mug to distract from my feelings of looking terrible. I pulled the sheet up to cover my nude body. I wasn’t wearing any damn thing.

  Bash bent and reached for my chin. He tried to kiss me but I placed my palm over his lips.

  “What?” He backed away.

  “Morning breath and coffee. No way. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

  “I brushed mine. That should cancel you out.”

  “Nope.” That’s stupid.

  “You are so adorable.”

  No I’m not. I can taste my own breath and I’m not pleased.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked.

  “I know you were tired. I was going to wake you in ten minutes.”

  “How long have you been up?”

  “Just two hours.”

  “Jesus.” I took another gulp from the coffee mug and then sat it on the bedside table.

  “I needed to work out. Hey, I didn’t hurt you yesterday did I?”

  Which time? The first time you had me right after work. Or the second time you had me after dinner? Or the third time you woke me up at two in the morning and fucked me until I was numb, sore and than numb again.

  The way he took his time made me feel special. The way he savored every inch of me made me feel treasured.

  “Nina, did I hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “You sure? You could barely move the last time I --.”

  “I was tired. I didn’t know you would be so virile.”

  “I let my enthusiasm get the better of me. I’m sorry if I was too much.”

  “It was fine, better than fine.”

  “Look babe, I have to get to work. There’s a crisis that only I can handle. You can just maneuver around the house. Take your time. I will see you back here after work, right?”

  “Yes.” Your dick didn’t scare me away Mr. Vandervol.

  “If you arrive before me just come in and do whatever you like.”

  “I will just ring the bell.”

  He chuckled. “The door is never locked. Just come in and make yourself at home. Your name is at the security gate. Your plates are recorded. You can come and go as you please. The gate security knows you have been granted unlimited access.”

  That sounds elitist. “Okay.” I didn’t have much to say after that.

  “There’s food in the kitchen. There’s more coffee in the kitchen. I will see you in a few hours.”

  “Okay.”

  Bash walked over to me. I watched him carefully. I was completely unaware of what he was going to do. He pushed both of my shoulders back with his palms moving me flat on my back. He climbed on top of me and leered down at me.

  Oh! He kissed my dirty stinking mouth. He straight tongued me down. He groped my breast hard and kneaded my soft flesh. I had to kiss him back and I did. His mouth tasted minty fresh while I was sure mine tasted like coffee and hot garbage. No matter, he was playing with my tongue and I loved every second of it.

  He eventually pulled away and smiled at me. “I will see you later.” He stood up completely.

  “Yes.”

  “You need to brush your teeth.” His lips curled into a devious smile.

  Ugh! I sat up, grabbed a pillow off the bed and hurled it at him. He moved to the side and the pillow missed him. He sure can move them hips. Memories.

  “You’re dangerous.” Bash grabbed the pillow from the floor. He tossed it on the bed beside me. “Later.”

  He turned and left me alone in his bedroom, in his house. There is a level of trust we have now. Oddly I think it was there from the moment he took my hand and led me to the coffee shop. I have never felt so, I don’t know, happy.

  I got up and my limbs felt like jelly. Bash’s enthusiasm made me lethargic. I could sleep for another eight hours. Technically I didn’t sleep for eight hours last night. He woke me up at around two with his dick.

  Falling asleep nude made it easy for him to just stick it in when he felt like it. I have never felt so wanted. I wonder if it will last. Things always start off hot and steamy. Only time will reveal how he really feels about me.

  I took a
hot shower and got dressed in the clean clothes I bought over. I did my hair and makeup and I was glad Bash had left before me. I could take my time and not worry about him seeing my miraculous transformation.

  I hated when men said dumb shit like, why you putting on makeup? Or, why you always curling your hair? I always have to smile and suppress my true thoughts. I really want to say, the same reason yo’ mama wears them five dollar synthetic Wheezy Jefferson wigs. But I don’t say that. I just get tired of men trying to judge, guide or dictate my grooming standards, my fashion sense or my money. I just can’t. I hope Bash isn’t like that. He claims he won’t judge me but I soon will see. He did kiss my rancid mouth. He gets two points for that ratchetness.

  I grabbed my purse and bag and I ventured downstairs. I had my empty coffee mug and I planned on returning to the kitchen. I also wanted to get another look around. I walked into the kitchen. I debated whether I should get another cup of coffee. I decided against it and put my mug into the sink.

  “Who are you?” I heard a man’s voice behind me. I thought it was Bash. I turned to see a younger version of Bash. He had the same eyes, cheekbones, chin and flaxen hair. Ohhhh! The son. He’s so adorable. He’s so tall.

  “I’m your dad’s friend Nina.”

  He did that long pause thing just like his father. He approached me with his extended hand. Oh my, he has manners.

  I took his hand and we shook. “Nina, I’m Jax.” He let go of my hand and took a step back. “I didn’t know my father had a girlfriend.”

  “Friend, we’re friends.”

  “Sleepover friends.” He chuckled just like his father. “It’s cool. I guess you’re trying to figure things out.”

  “I guess.”

  “Where’s my old man?”

  “He left for work already.”

  “Any coffee left?”

  “Yes.” I moved to the side. I was blocking the coffee pot.

  “Great.”

  “It was nice to meet you Jax but I have to go to work too.”

  “You have a job?”

  I smiled. “Yeah.” I started heading for the hall.

  “That’s what’s up, Nina, friend of my father. Have a great day.”

  “Yes, Jax son of Bash. You too.”