Page 25 of House of Lies

“No.” I squirm as he keeps my thighs spread, looking at my pussy with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Is this you telling me to stop because you don’t want this, or are you telling me you don’t think you can come again?”

He doesn’t move a muscle, waiting for my reply. I clench my jaw, not knowing when I started to trust him. Deep inside, I know that if I tell this new version of him to stop, he will. No questions asked. But I’m also curious to know what he will do. His cum is dripping between my legs. I’m a sweaty mess because of him. He can’t possibly want more from me tonight. He can barely stand to look at me or touch me when I’m clean and presentable.

“I can’t come again.” My voice breaks a little.

Not that he bothered to make me come even once before all of this.

“You can, Wildfire. And you will. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

That stupid nickname has grown on me. Before I can think of a reply—any reply—he buries his face between my legs, grazing my clit with his teeth, and teases me before he sucks off his cum dripping from me. I watch him with eyes wide open, waiting to see what he will do next. He stands up slowly, caressing my thighs as he bends and towers over me. He slips his thumb inside my mouth, forcing it open. Tilting my head, I watch as he spits the cum mixed with saliva inside my mouth.

“Swallow,” he demands, placing his fingers under my chin and closing my mouth.

Holding his gaze, I swallow, hating myself that instead of being repulsed, I’m turned on.

“Good girl.” He wipes the corners of my mouth before he kisses me, owning every inch of my mouth.

He goes down on his knees again.

I can’t control my body from shaking or my pussy from pulsing again.

“You’re going to be a good girl and come into my mouth. Do you understand?”

I’m too stunned to say or do anything, so I nod. Mattia doesn’t stop. He slips two fingers inside me, licking my clit. This person is a stranger to me. My husband doesn’t give a fuck about pleasuring me. He places a hand on my belly, slowing down his rhythm. I whimper, trying to dial down the moans threatening to escape my throat. I can smell my arousal in the air. My cheeks are catching fire.

“Do you like having my fingers inside you, Wildfire?” He looks up at me, and I nod unwillingly.

I clutch the edge of the desk as he hits my G-spot. My stomach clenches, and the pressure is building inside me. And he stops. Kisses my clit. Moves toward my inner thighs. He slips his fingers out of me and caresses my breasts. He returns to eating me out after a long minute, licking me painfully slowly this time. But it’s enough for my body to go on; sparks are coming alive in my veins. I squirm on the desk, moaning. He stops again. He does it again and again until I can’t take it any longer. I’m losing track of time. My body is sweaty, and I feel like I will implode.

“Fuck you!” I gasp as he kisses and licks my belly button.

Mattia laughs, completely relaxed. He’s not the one being tortured right now.

“What’s wrong, Wildfire?”

“You know what’s wrong.” I arch my back.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come.” I hold his gaze.

“Beg me.”

He’s asking a lot for a man who just went down on me for the first time tonight. But I will pretend he’s not who I know he is so I can continue enjoying this.

“I beg you.” I take a deep breath. “I can’t take it any longer. I beg you to make me come.”

My head falls back on the desk, too exhausted to care if he’s going to give me what I need. If he won’t, I’m going to do it myself. He doesn’t move, so I slip my hand between my thighs. I rub my clit in circles, trying to mimic the way his tongue swirled around. It’s frustrating, and nothing happens.

“How’s that working out for you?”

“I’m almost there,” I lie.

“The fuck you are, but nice try.” He laughs, pinning my hand to the edge of the desk.

His tongue flattens on my clit again, and he slips two fingers inside me, finding my G-spot like he has a drawn map. I lock my legs around his head, determined to get what I need this time. My nerve endings all seem to fire at once, stealing my breath. My entire body is convulsing. I mumble something that I don’t even understand. My back arches, my legs squeeze shut around his head. Mattia holds my waist, preventing me from slipping off the desk.

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