Page 79 of House of Lies

And dear God, I’ve never felt anything like it.

It hits me like a freight train. Solid, powerful. And it isn’t over in a heartbeat like I’m used to.

Wave after wave of bliss ravages me. I throw my head back and let out a wordless yell.

“Fuck,” Ethan groans. “Your pussy isn’t letting me go.” He stays buried deep inside me, and I’m aware on some level that he’s begun strumming my clit.

“Stop. Stop!”

“Not a fucking chance. I’m ready to come, and I want you there with me.”

“I’m still—” I was going to say coming, but then Ethan bellows and grabs my ass, pulling me so hard against him that his cock slams into my cervix.

“Fuck!” I yell, leaving furrows on his wrists as I grab onto him. I can feel his balls emptying into my pussy, the heat of his cum spurting deep inside me.

He grinds against me, as if he’s trying to push his cock right through into my womb.

I’ve never felt fuller in my life.

Stretched to maximum capacity. And so full of cum, it leaks out of my pussy and drips down my asshole.

As if he realizes that he’s losing precious seed, Ethan drags a knuckle over my pussy, collecting the cum that’s oozed out. When he pulls out, he forces that finger inside me, making sure none of his cum escapes.

I lie there on the desk, my breasts heaving as I pant, my mind reeling as I try to figure out what the hell just happened.

Ethan teases a finger through my pussy, and I flinch when he brushes my asshole a moment later.

“No, please,” I whimper, rolling onto my side to stop him.

“Hm.”

I force my eyes open, and we stare at each other for a long moment before Ethan grabs my throat and pulls me up into a sitting position. I leave a wet streak over the desk as he drags me to the edge.

“Look at this mess you made,” he says, sliding a hand in my hair and turning me to face the desk. “Clean it.”

My face heats with anger, but I don’t even have time to resist before he’s pushing me face-first into the desk. I can feel my mulish nature kicking in, but as I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself, he strokes his other hand down my pussy.

I groan, and reluctantly stick out my tongue, lapping up the trail of cum from the desk’s dark green leather. For every lick, he brushes my pussy, and by the time I’ve done a decent enough job of cleaning his desk, my core is aching for his cock again.

“Such a good little toy,” he murmurs, giving me a hard spank on my pussy. I’m still gasping from the sting of his hand on my wet lips when he scoops me up and carries me effortlessly over to his king-sized bed.

This is only the second time I’ve been in his room, but it looks a hell of a lot better. Everything is neat and tidy, the bed made. Not even a spare sock in sight.

He lays me down on the silky sheets, cradling my upper body as he scoots me higher up the mattress and comes to lie on top of me. His massive body eclipses mine, but he cages me in with his elbows so I can still breathe under him.

From the feel of his cock hardening against my belly, I’m sure he’s going to fuck me again. But he cups my face, staring down into my eyes for a long moment before ducking his head and kissing me.

I lose all sense of time and space as he massages his lips with mine, and respond with a desperate mewl when his tongue slides into my mouth and claims me.

The kiss ends too soon, then he’s smoothing back the hair from my sweat-damp face as he rolls off me.

He opens his cupboard and takes out a clean pair of sweats and a shirt, dressing quickly before coming to stand at the foot of the bed. I’m sprawled on his sheets like a dead thing, my body still positioned exactly how it was when he climbed off.

I don’t think I can move.

I’m utterly exhausted, every nerve in my body thrumming as I come down from the orgasmic high I’ve been on for the past hour or more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight,” he says.

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