Page 2 of Filthy Liar

And just like tonight, I didn't ask any questions. I don’t care either. I’ve never done anything wild or dangerous willingly. And if this is my one thing, I’m going to sit back and enjoy the ride—literally.

Arching my back, I press my ass against his hips and feel his cock nestle between my cheeks. Rolling my eyes to the back of my head, I let out a long moan. I need more than just his fingers inside of me. I need to feel him stretch me like only he can.

My secret lover growls against the shell of my ear. Goose bumps break out all over my skin. His heavy breathing is sexy as hell as it washes over my ear. My hips jerk, and my pussy grows wetter and achier with each come-hither motion of his fingers between my legs.

“Please,” I exhale.

His fingers move faster. His thumb presses against my clit and draws circles there, bringing me to the brink, to the edge. I’m about to come. I’m one split second away from falling over. Then I feel his head shift, his lips find purchase on my neck right before his mouth opens and his teeth sink in.

Then.

He.

Sucks.

I don’t know why, but his mouth on my body, anywhere, turns me on to no end. I’ve never felt this way about any man before. I didn’t even know Icouldfeel this way. That anyonecould evoke these types of sensations throughout my entire being.

When I come, my pussy pulses, my hips buck and jerk. My entire body feels warm from the inside out. I want more. Every minute that passes, the need to have him inside of me grows. Trembling, I turn my head and touch my lips to his.

His tongue fills my mouth and swirls. He tastes me, and it’s long, deep, and wet. I know what that tongue feels like on every inch of my body, and I want it. Crave it. Need it. His hand slips from between my legs, and he glides his fingers along my skin. Up my torso and to my lips, painting them with my wetness.

“Hook your leg over my hip, moonlight.”

Moonlight.

My heart slams against my chest at his use of the nickname.

I love it.

It’s the only name he’s ever called me, and I know it isn’t special. He only sees me in the moonlight, and maybe he tells everyone the same thing, but I like to think it’s special to me.

I do as he demands, wrapping my leg around his thigh, hooking my ankle behind his knee, and spreading myself for him. Wordlessly, I feel his length press against my center, right where I want him before he slowly sinks inside of me from behind.

Closing my eyes, I let out a slow exhale as he fills me, stretching me. Every time he slips inside of me, I feel like he’s going to split me in half. I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, gripping him there, holding on because I know this man is energetic.

His hips begin to move slowly, his hand finding its way around my throat again. I breathe slowly as my chest rises and falls as he takes me.

Slow and easy, then hard and fast.

It’s absolute perfection, just like it always is.

Every single time.

CLINK

The more often Icome to visit her, the longer I want to stay. Tonight, it takes everything I have inside of me to roll away from her soft body, get out of her warm bed, and leave her house. I should stay.

Dillion is mine—she just doesn’t know it yet.

Straddling my bike, I stare at the front of her house. It’s a cute little house, only a two-bed, one-bath. I know it was Loner’s, but I also know if he stayed here, it wasn’t often or for very long.

It’s small but enough for her. Me too, if I ever decide to move in with her. Which I will. I’m just not sure when I’m ready to give this up. It’s fun, and after being locked up for three years, I’m down with a little fun.

This house is probably the smartest thing Loner ever did before we took care of his ass for betraying us. Especially since it brought Dillion here. Otherwise, she probably would have stayed away in Shreveport, where she was going to school.

Then I would have had to kidnap her and lock her ass up. But this is a hell of a lot more fun. I should probably feel like a dick because she’s stuck alone in Pineville. According to reports over the past three years, she’s found a few friends here in town, although she doesn’t seem to spend much time with them.

She’s mine.

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