Page 93 of Loving the Liar

I cry out when he pushes harder into me. “Too big…” I choke on my words.

“And yet look at your greedy cunt taking me so well.”

I melt on the spot. Chris, the perfect gentleman in public, saves crude words for the bedroom, and it gets to me in the best and worst way.

He pulls out, moving me until my whole body is on the edge of the bed, and I’m lying on my side, facing him.

My wetness coats his hard dick, and he slaps my cheek that’s not pressed against the bed. “Open.”

He pushes in the second my lips part. I don’t know if I was taking a breath or opening for him. I don’t want to know.

“Can you taste your hate, Sweets?”

He pushes deeper, and my heart races when he presses his hand against my cheek, holding me still.

When my gag reflex kicks in, he strokes my cheek. “A little more,” he growls. Deeper…deeper, and before I know, I can’t breathe.

Panic zaps through me, making me wriggle in his hold.

He pulls out, letting me choke on a breath, and pushes back in, groaning when I caress the underside of his cock with my tongue.

Chris’s eyes dart to the phone next to my head. I can hear the lust in his voice when he talks to Henry. “Ella has something to tell you.”

He puts the phone by my mouth, but there’s nothing I can do except whimper from the need to breathe, so he pulls the phone back to himself.

“My bad. She can’t speak with my dick down her throat, but I think she meant to say she doesn’t want to see you again. Whatever little thing you think you’d start, it’s over.”

Hanging up on Henry, he throws the phone on the bed and stares down at me.

“I’m glad we got this out of the way.” With a soft smile, he thrusts inside my mouth.

He picks up the pace, throwing his head back as I wrap my lips tighter around him, not thinking what the hell pushed me to do that. Rolling his hips, he pulls halfway out, then explodes on my tongue.

I try to move my head, but he holds me in place, looking down at me. Standing tall, he caresses my cheekbone with his thumb. “Swallow.”

My half attempt at pulling away from him only earns me another thrust deep down my throat. So, I swallow him and the shame. He makes it difficult on purpose, staying in my mouth while I do what he tells me.

His eyes flutter shut, more pleasure taking over him. He moves his hand on my face, collecting the drop that spilled from my lips and is currently tracing its way down my cheek and toward the mattress. Pulling his dick out, he pushes his cum back into my mouth, and tears prickle at my eyes.

Why does he enjoy dragging out embarrassment? What kind of sick thrill does it bring him? The same humiliating kind it brings me?

I curl my tongue around his thumb, and he smirks. “I like you no matter what, but I enjoy you so much better when you behave like a good girl.”

I take a breath, soaking in what barely sounds like praise. Is that how desperate I am to have anyone say something good about me?

“Now say ‘sorry, Daddy’ for letting Henry touch you.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I rasp.

“You’re forgiven, my perfect girl.”

Everything is falling apart around me. Chris is pushing away the men who get anywhere near me. I’m a whore for the Silent Circle, my reputation in shambles, I got kicked off the cheer team and out of my sorority. My family are pariahs.

Chris’s words…they feel good.

Am I so broken I’ll lap up anything this man offers?

He finally steps back. Helping me sit up, he doesn’t say anything when I push him away.

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