Page 103 of Liar

She mulls that one over. “Fine. I’ll accept that.”

“Great. Now accept my dick.”

Her eyes spark before they narrow, enjoying my witty repartee. But Miss Ember’s in charge, and she quickly hardens her expression into a woman determined to cum on Winthorpe’s pool floor.

She raises her hourglass hips, then lowers, her aim fantastic and true. Her heat engulfs my dick, her hot, wet muscles clenching and releasing, calling for me to buck, twist, and drill as deep as I can until she’s screaming on top of me.

I can’t, though. Ember isn’t starting the ride yet. She leans forward, pressing the heels of her hands into my larynx, causing me to cough and gag at the pressure. Her adorable brows crinkle with uncertainty, and I know this is the time I can take control because she really doesn’t want to hurt me.

But goddamn, I like where this is going.

“You’re fine,” I croak out. “Harder. And start fucking me.”

She bites down on her lower lip. I groan and am forced to think of trees. And rocks. And anything else boring and asexual before I explode from her ridiculously innocent appearance alone.

Ember brings me back to the present by rocking her hips, small at first, then longer and deeper once she realizes how good it feels.

She arches, her tits pointing directly ahead and the column of her neck calling to me like a Church bell. Ember is so into her own pleasure that she doesn’t consider how well she’s encircling my throat, tighter with each bounce she takes on my cock, deadlier by the second.

My face gets hot. My eyes feel swollen. Saliva has long dried up. The draw into the black comes closer, my balls tightening with each crucial second I remain alive.

Heart pounding, deafening my ears. Ember turns into a dark silhouette above me, her nails cutting into my skin, mixing blood with her power.

Her cunt soaks my pubic hair—wet, then cold, then hot again. I’m on fire. I’m ice. I’m dying for her.

Ember coaxes the explosion out of me like it’s hers to control—and I just can’t allow that. She needs to feel what I feel. Turn the lack of air into hot, pulsing joy.

I rear up when she least expects it. Ember’s eyes were almost in the back of her head with her rocking ecstasy. So immersed was she, she didn’t consider I’d take over at the last minute and make her mine.

One of my hands slams into the ground behind me. The other encircles her neck. I don’t start with delicate pressure because I’m too close. I want her as light-headed and dizzy as I am before we go out-of-body and our souls fuck above us.

Her eyelids flutter at my contact. Those eerie dark-chocolate irises land on mine. Fearful at first, then…

She chokes. Sputters.

Veins pop out of my forearm. Warring with each other’s breaths, seeing who’s brave enough, fucked-up enough, to take it all the way.

Both of us.

Her pussy tightens like a vise. A squeak comes from her perfect mouth—an orgasm I’m in charge of. The friction between us turns rabid, fire cascading down our limbs.

My mouth forms on a curse—the curse that belongs to her.

We come together, bodiless, soulless, just two pure pleasure centers exploding together in a supernova of sensation.

If I believed in heaven, this is what it would be like.

We come down from our high gradually. Ember’s hand slackens on my throat, then mine on hers. I keep my cock in her as I wrap her up in my arms, pulling her against my chest and smelling her hair. My musk mixes with her flowery scent, a smell I’m wildly addicted to and would cover myself with it if I could.

I love you, I mouth into her hair.

Ember says she’s as fucked up as me, but she’ll never get to my level. I won’t allow it. However, if she accepts my dark nature and craves my deadly passion, I will never stop her. I’m too obsessed with Ember to ever let her leave.

“I love you, too,” she murmurs against my chest. Her lips tickle my skin.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten into.”

She tilts her chin up at me. “I’m well aware, thank you. You’ve made it very clear who you are. That’s part of what I love about you.”

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