Page 69 of Loving the Liar

I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head as I feel myself stretch. He’s barely in and I’m already struggling to breathe through the tightness.

“Chris!” My mumbled complaint doesn’t mean anything to him.

“You wouldn’t be trying to tell me what to do, right? You do know this pussy belongs to me. You know I fuck it however I want.”

When he pushes deeper, my whole body tenses.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you struggle to take me?”

My slickness welcomes him, but it doesn’t change the fact that my body and his shouldn’t ever mix. It feels unnatural, and it adds to the ache still present from yesterday.

“Take a deep breath through your nose, Sweets.”

It’s a weak breath, but it starts to help.

“Atta girl, and another one. There you go?—”

He thrusts deeply, making me shriek behind the gag. I release my breath, my lungs shaking, and he drops his forehead on mine.

“Look at you, taking Daddy so well. Why would you try to withhold this from us?”

He’s unmoving inside me, giving my body time to adjust. I think I might need forever. Pulling back slightly, he pushes back in. He does it again and again, a little quicker every time, drawing more wetness from me as moans break free from my throat. And the second he hears them, he stops holding back.

His thrusts push the desk forward while I drown in pleasure, and I don’t even startle when it hits the wall. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he starts rolling his hips.

“Put your arms around my neck. Don’t try to take the panties out.”

Releasing my wrists, he presses his thumb against my clit, and I wrap my arms around him. He strokes me slowly, his voice strained when he says, “We’re running out of time. If you don’t come, I’m going to sneak into your room tonight and eat you until your roommates hear how sorry I am to have left you wanting.”

I feel myself squeezing and pulsing around him as I barrel toward ecstasy, my moans growing louder and getting stuck in my mouth.

I want to scream his name and hold him. To feel him even closer than he is right now. As my body trembles from the explosion of pleasure, he pounds harder, strokes my clit more firmly, and at the last second, he pulls the panties out. He comes inside me with a low grunt.

I’m shaking from the strength of my orgasm that mixed with the fear of getting caught.

His lips are about to crash against mine and panic takes over me. Letting go of him, I fall back against the wall, and he misses my mouth.

Eyes narrowing just slightly, his hands wrap around my small waist. Sometimes I think, if he didn’t hold himself back, he could break me in half with those powerful hands. Sometimes…I think I want him to.

“You just denied me your lips,” he observes almost coldly.

“Somehow a kiss feels worse than meaningless sex,” I rasp. He pulls out of me, the feeling of emptiness making my heart ache. “It feels like cheating a second time.”

He cages my face between two strong hands on my cheeks. Does a bird locked in a cage even see the bars? Or does it suddenly realize it can’t fly away anymore? I can never tell when exactly Chris takes control over me. When he starts imprisoning my mind. I just know it’s too late when I understand.

“Do you think it’s meaningless sex when I fuck you, Sweets?” One of his hands comes to play with the seashell pendant in the hollow of my neck. The one that says I’m an Aphrodite for the Silent Circle.

I struggle to swallow. Butterflies erupt in my stomach no matter how much I try to lapidate them with reality.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s nothing. We’re nothing. And this will be the first and last time it happens while you’ve got a fucking girlfriend. Fuck. A fucking fiancée.”

“Language.” Apparently he’s more worried about my cursing than his fiancée.

He pulls something out of his pocket, but it’s too small for me to see. Hooking his fingers on my lower teeth, he drags a groan out of me as he pries my mouth open and puts whatever he’s holding on my tongue.

My taste buds tingle as the sweetness makes me salivate.

A love heart candy.

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