Page 98 of House of Lies

“Fuck! Please! Just…” I trail off with another moan as he slides his thumb along my pussy and then up, up…up.

“Oh God!”

He circles my asshole, then massaging it, then pressing against it in a slow rhythm that matches perfectly with the way he’s fucking my pussy. I’ve never felt so many conflicting emotions.

The urge to pee comes back a hundred times stronger, but I swear there’s an orgasm beckoning too. I

keep perfectly still, panting louder and louder as I try to work out what the hell is happening between my legs.

“There’s my girl,” Ethan murmurs. “You’re such a good fuck toy for me. Are you getting close?”

“I…don’t know. Maybe? Yes. Yes!” I don’t know if it’s his encouragement or the magic he’s performing with his fingers, but there’s definitely something building. I buck into his hand ever so slightly, trying to get more friction, a harder pressure, anything.

“Good toy,” he murmurs. “Does this make you feel good? Do you want me to go harder?”

“Yes-yes-God-please-harder!” I blurt out the words so fast they run together.

My fingernails try to dig into the marble. I plump out my ass, and the groan he lets out sends a wave of glorious euphoria through my body.

“Christ, your pussy is so greedy for my fingers, toy.” He speeds up, the base of his fingers making a wet slapping sound against my drenched pussy. “So fucking wet for me. Are you close, toy?”

“So fucking close!”

“I don’t want you holding back, do you hear me? I want to hear you screaming my name when you come.”

“Yes!” I try to buck against him again, but he pushes down on my back even harder, keeping me in place. I squirm and dance on my toes, mewling and panting like a psycho.

“Oh God, I’m almost there!”

Ethan fucks me even harder with his fingers, and I barely register his thumb slipping into my asshole before my pussy explodes.

I don’t mean that figuratively.

“Yes, yes, fuck, oh my God, Ethan!”

Wet heat spurts out of me as I hoarsely yell his name. I push up onto my hands, my back arching like he’s performing an exorcism.

My entire body sets alight with electric heat, a harsh shudder coursing through me as I gush against the fingers he’s slamming into my pussy.

“That’s my little fuck toy,” Ethan says in a thick, strained voice. “Jesus, I want to feel you squirting around my cock.”

He’s still halfway through those words when his cock rams into me. I thump my fist into the table, my bliss hitting a celestial high as he stretches my gushing pussy around his massive girth.

Then he’s fucking me, and it’s all I can do not to pass out from pleasure. His thumb is still buried in my asshole, thrusting in and out as he takes what he needs from my clenching pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I whimper, my damp palms squeaking over the marble. “Ethan, oh my god, fuck!”

I’m not even making sense at this stage, but from the deep groans I’m hearing behind me, Ethan’s on another plane of existence. He ruts me like an animal, hard enough that I’m sure my hips are going to be bruised tomorrow, but not giving a single fuck.

I don’t know what the hell he did to me, but I’m well and truly broken now.

I’ve never surrendered so completely to someone. Never been this strung out on someone’s cock.

He folds over me, his teeth clamping over my shoulder and biting down so hard a flash of pain spears into my muscle.

I think I come again. I’m not even sure. I just know that my pussy grabs onto him like a fist, keeping him locked deep inside me as he empties his seed in my already soaked pussy, coating us both in a warm, sloppy mess of cum.

“Jesus, Cassidy, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Ethan murmurs against my shoulder when he finally takes his teeth out of me. He licks my skin, and that’s when I smell blood in the air.

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