Page 81 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Dillon stopped abruptly and yanked me into his body so my arms landed on his chest. I felt his thundering heart through his layers as if my hand was on his bare skin, touching the gorgeous crow tattoo on his chest.

“What kind of a question is that?” he demanded and wrapped a hand around my throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. Electricity covered my skin and lightning pulsed through my veins as he pulled us until our bodies were pushing into each other. “I love you, Jamie. I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you. You’re too precious for that.”

A groan built in my chest, and I pushed up onto my tiptoes, closing the distance between us and melding my mouth to his. His firm lips yielded to me as I pushed my way into his mouth and wrapped my tongue around his. That first touch ripped through me like an earthquake. All reason melted away as I was consumed by lust. My skin felt white hot, and his hold on my throat tightened as he took control of the kiss. He owned my mind and body. I craved him with an intensity that short-wired my brain.

My hands glided up his chest and looped around his neck as I hooked my leg around his hips and pulled him in closer. It wasn’t enough. I whimpered, and it was like Dillon could read my mind as his hands landed on my ass and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

“More Dillon, I need more.” I moaned as I plundered his mouth, tasting every inch of him, trying to fuse us together and failing. My body ached for him, and my hole clenched as lust ran through me like liquid fire.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Dillon whispered reverently against my lips and kissed a path down my jaw. His hot panted breaths teased against my ears, making me shudder. The rocking motion of his steps ratcheted up the burning desire that consumed me, providing a teasingly light friction against my erection. I lost myself in his kiss, in the feel of him against me, surrounding me. I felt safe and wanted, owned and craved as he kissed me with the same frenzied fever.

My back crashed into a solid surface, pulling an abrupt grunt from me. I broke the kiss, gasping for air, and sucked greedy lungfuls down. “What the fuck?”

Dillon grinned, his lips puffy and spit-slick from where I’d been devouring him. The click of a lock and the orange flash of lights allowed my brain to fill in the missing pieces as Dillon opened his truck door and pushed the passenger seat back as far as it would go.

We were lost to our carnal desire—nothing existed beyond us. Our hands scrambled to rip our clothes off, consumed by the need to get closer. Buttons flew off my coat, while Dillon’s landed on the blacktop. “I need you, Dillon. I need you inside me. Want it. Want you.” Incoherent words babbled from me as I drowned in him, his mouth refusing to be parted from me longer than it took to remove a layer of clothing.

“Fuck, little crow.” He groaned as he pulled my pants down and teased a finger along my black fishnet thong, my dick twitching and leaking, begging for him as much as I was with my hands and mouth. “Fuck, need to be inside you. Now. Fuck!”

One minute I was kissing him, the next I was face down on the passenger seat with my ass up in the air. My legs were held together by my jeans around my thighs, pinning me in place. His hot breath ghosted over my ass as his finger pulled the thin strip of my thong away from my puckered hole. “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured before licking across my entrance.

“Oh, god.” I moaned as he licked and flicked around my rim while his fingertip pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Waves of electricity pulsed through my channel as he sucked on my hole like he was making love to it with his mouth. My hips rocked against him, chasing the feeling of euphoria I would get when he sunk into me.

“Dillon. Now. I need you now.” His finger breached me, and I screamed at the intrusion. He hadn’t softened me enough for it not to hurt, but the burn was exquisite. “More… yes…” I rode his finger as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in with force. My back bowed with the onslaught of sensations. My hands grappled to find something to hold on to for when his thick cock finally sunk into me.

“Such a needy little hole.” His gravelly tone felt like a physical caress on my slick skin. His spit landed on my hole, the hot liquid squelching as he pushed it in. My walls clamped down on his finger, refusing to let him go.

“More. I need, I need...” My breaths tore from my lips in harsh pants as my hard cock leaked all over his seat. I didn’t care. I was singularly focused on Dillon and what his fingers were doing to my insides. I needed his cum. I wanted him to fill me up so I could keep a part of him with me at all times.

The sound of his zipper being undone was loud above our labored breathing. “Look at your greedy hole gaping open for me, little crow.” Dillon moaned as the blunt head of his cock notched against my entrance.

“Now. Now,” I demanded, wiggling to get him to slip inside me, but he smacked my ass as his other hand pressed down on my lower back to keep me still. The stinging heat only intensified my arousal and made my balls draw up so they hugged the base of my cock.

“Fuck!”

“What?” Desperation made it impossible to think. My body pulsed with need, and my empty hole clenched around nothing.

“I don’t have any lube. I won’t?—”

“I don’t care,” I gritted out between panted breaths. “If you want to fuck me, Dillon, fuck me now! I want you inside me. I want it to hurt, so when I wake up alone in my bed tomorrow, I’ll ache and still feel you there.”

Spit trickled down my crease, catching on my rim and making me moan at the sensation. “You asked for this, little crow. I won’t be gentle—it’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.” The slick head of his dick notched against my rim, pulsing a teasing pressure that was just enough to stoke the fire inside me. Another drop of spit hit my entrance, and a low guttural groan rumbled through Dillon as he punched his hips forward.

“Ahhh!” I startled as he forced his way through the tight ring of muscle. The pain was instant, but as he rocked his hips back and forth with shallow thrusts, it dissolved into drugging pleasure as he worked his way in.

“Jesus, baby. You feel… sooo…damn…good.” His words were low and filled with sinful desire as he bottomed out inside me. I felt so full, fuller than before. This was raw, dirty, and animalistic, and it was more than my brain could process. My body was in heaven.

I licked my lips as perspiration dripped off my nose. “Dil? Fuck me.” I circled my hips in a figure eight motion and reached through my legs, tugging on his balls. Dillon snarled. With one touch, I’d frayed the last thread of control he had over himself, and he devolved into an animal.

The slap of Dillon’s hips against mine was a symphony to my ears as he pistoned in and out of me. The truck rocked from the force of his thrusts. My man was lust personified as he fucked me like he hated me. He pounded my ass within an inch of its life as he took out his emotions on me, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Jamie, your ass is heaven, but I’m going to take you to hell and punish you for how you’ve treated me.” His fingers sunk into my hair, and he wrenched me back until my head rested on his shoulder. My arched back changed the angle, making him hit my prostate with every thrust. Teeth skimmed along the column of my bare neck, and I shuddered when his tongue lapped at my salty skin.

“D-Dil… please,” I begged, and my eyes fell closed as I was lost to the feel of his thick shaft. “Oh, god… oh…god…yes!”

“You want to come for me, my little crow?” he murmured, his tone was taunting and cruel. “You don’t get to come until I’ve filled you with my load and it’s dripping down my cock.”

“Oh, shit.” His filthy words turned my insides to liquid fire, and lightning raced down my spine as my orgasm came careening forward. My body shook, my ass flaming every time his hips snapped against my skin. “I-I c-can’t…”

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