Page 160 of Loving the Liar

He bends me over until my upper body is flat against the mattress, and he presses a hand between my shoulder blades while the other comes between my legs.

Sliding his fingers over my entrance, he runs them up to my clit, then back. The light touches already have me quivering.

“Do you understand?” he repeats again.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.

“If you listen, and you behave, I’m going to make you feel very good. But you have to promise to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?”

His hand keeps going. Two fingers dragging from my entrance to my clit, my clit to my entrance, pointing out how wet I’m getting with every stroke.

“Spread wider.” I move my feet across the floorboard, spreading my legs, and he caresses me from my shoulders to my lower back, making me arch for him.

“Daddy, please,” I sigh as desire completely takes over. “Please…”

“What is it?”

He does it again, pretending he’ll push his fingers inside me, but stopping just before he does.

“I need you…I need you inside me.”

“You do? How badly?”

“So much…oh my god, Daddy, please.” Bordering on delirious, I push back against him, and a slap lights my ass cheek on fire.

“I was going to be nice if you stayed in position, but you keep trying to force my fingers inside you.”

“I’m sorry,” I pant.

“Now, I won’t be so nice.”

He doesn’t even give me time to take my next breath because his dick is already pushing roughly inside me.

I cry out, feeling myself stretch around him. The burn is delicious, and moan after moan flees from my lips as I adjust to how he fills me.

“T-too deep,” I squeak, barely able to breathe as he buries himself inside me.

“But you’re going to take it for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper and nod mindlessly.

“Yes,” he growls. “You look absolutely gorgeous when you take me deep. When you push yourself past what you can take for me.”

The praise sends another wave of pleasure through my body.

“I can feel you getting wetter. You like to suffer for me, don’t you?”

His thrusts become more powerful, and he pulls back only to come back in harder.

“Do not come, Ella,” he commands.

“What?” I let out between a gasp and a moan. “I need to…”

“You’re going to hold back for me and show me how pretty you are when you’re not given what you want.”

When he pulls out, I feel myself tremble, and like I’m being punished, he cups my pussy with his hand.

“No,” I cry out. “Please.”

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