Page 159 of Loving the Liar

Ella

One Of The Girls - The Weeknd

“Do you remember initiation night?”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I look up into his eyes. We’re in the bedroom, and the only thing standing between me and him are my satin robe and the towel around his waist now that he’s showered.

I’m struggling to talk because my brain still feels full of all the things he admitted to me. Some helped, some made everything worse…none made me text my brother to cancel everything he must currently be putting into place.

“Sweets.” He brushes my cheek with his knuckles. His skin on mine feels so good. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” I can’t hide the eagerness in my voice.

“You were blindfolded.”

I gulp. “I was.”

“But you know who it was who fucked you. You know who made you ride that toy and made you come countless times. Who was it?”

I can barely stand still, dying to press my legs together. “You.”

“Take a deep breath and try again.”

I do as I’m told and speak on the exhale. “It was you, Daddy.”

A low grunt of approval sounds from his chest. “Good girl.” He undoes his towel, letting it fall to his feet. “Kneel. Use the towel for your knees, I don’t want you to hurt.”

I think about it for a few seconds, and he doesn’t insist, letting me take my time. There’s something inside me that wants to let go. It’s fighting against the knowledge of everything he did. Is this the last time I’m going to submit to the man I love?

I look into his eyes, then let my gaze roam down his handsome face, his strong body. I feel minuscule facing him, neck craning until I’m staring down at his hard dick in front of me. Another couple of seconds, and I fall to my knees. I don’t know what happened, I just did it.

It really could be the last time.

“Open your mouth, baby. I’ll be gentle.”

The care in his voice makes me melt, and I open my mouth.

“Show me your tongue.”

I do, and let him push his tip against my tongue, sliding until he’s inside my mouth and stretching my lips.

“That’s it, relax for me,” he murmurs as he pushes deeper.

He’s quickly hitting the back of my throat, and I pull away slightly before he can make me choke. He lets me do that a couple of times before putting a hand in my hair.

And that’s when all my previous thoughts disappear. This. This is what I want right now. Him, taking over my body and soul.

“I want you to take me as deep as you can and then hold me there for a few seconds.”

Tears prickle my eyes as I hold him at the back of my throat. I pull back, licking his entire length hungrily, and take him in again. A groan of pleasure leaves him, and he pushes farther in.

“Swallow me…there you go. That’s my pretty girl. Looking so perfect, drooling around my dick.”

I moan around him, his words my undoing. My core clenches around nothing as I suck him harder.

Pulling his length from my mouth, saliva keeps us connected. “Fuck. You’re going to make me come. Here, get up.” I take the hand he offers and let him guide me to the bed.

“I’m going to put you in a position, and you’re going to stay exactly like I put you, do you understand?” As he asks, he turns me around so I’m facing the bed and he’s standing behind me.

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