Page 11 of Filthy Liar

He chuckles against my skin, his fingers moving faster but lighter. It’s almost as if they’re only just fluttering against my clit, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had. I don’t know how or why, but it’s so good I can’t control myself.

My hips buck, my body searching for more. I know what he can give me, and I know what’s coming my way. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and hold on. I grip him tightly, my nails digging into his skin as I arch my back and climb higher and higher, inching closer to falling over the edge.

Then he stops.

I whimper, trying to verbalize the desire for him to continue, but no words will come out. Before I can try to gather my thoughts, I’m rolled onto my stomach, my hips are gripped tightly, and he pulls them back.

Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh as he fills me from behind. My fingers grip the sheets firmly, holding on with all my strength. My breasts rest against the bed, along with my cheek.

He doesn’t move immediately. I’m stretched to the limit. It feels like I might split in half, but then he starts to move. He shifts slightly, making short, quick movements. When I exhale, my breath comes out in short pants.

“Fuck,” he growls behind me, his fingers digging into my flesh. I’m going to have bruising there, and I welcome it.

Pushing back slightly, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and wait for him to take more. He’s on the edge, his control slipping with each thrust. I want that control to snap, because when he loses it, that’s when things get out of this world amazing.

And then I feel the moment it snaps.

He rears back so far that he almost leaves my body completely, and then he slams into me so hard that my body shifts several inches forward.

Moaning, I spread my legs a little farther apart and push back against him. “Hold still. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

My entire body trembles. I want that. So I hold perfectly still while he fucks me, hard and fast. I come, but he doesn’t stop. I’msensitive, my body pulsing, and when it feels like it’s too much, I do actually scream.

But he still doesn’t stop.

He continues, and only when he comes does he bury himself inside of me, his entire body freezing as his cock twitches and fills me with his warm cum.

CLINK

I close my eyes,and my head falls back as I bury myself deep inside of her and come. Fuck me. I don’t know if it’s because I saw her earlier today or because I’m playing this game with her, and I plan on seducing her tomorrow and fucking her with the lights on, but this feels amazing.

She feels amazing.

She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. I want more of her, and I’m still inside of her. I’ve never felt that way about a woman before. Everything about her is fucking amazing. Reluctantly, I pull out of her and roll onto my back. Throwing my arm over my face, I attempt to catch my breath.

I feel her fingernails dance up my chest. I want to roll toward her, kiss her, and show her who I am. I want to see the look of surprise on her face when she recognizes me from the bakery earlier.

Call me a pussy, but as much as I want to, I don’t do it. I just need a little more time. Maybe I can get her to choose me instead of just taking her for myself. I’m not even sure why that matters—she’s mine. Whether she wants to be or not, she belongs to me.

All is fair in love and war.

But part of me still wants her to choose me.

“Tell me something about you. Anything,” she whispers before she touches her lips to my nipple. Grunting, I lift my otherhand and slide my fingers through her hair, gripping the strands at the back of her head.

“I like this too much,” I confess.

I hear her breath hitch. I can imagine her eyes wide as she lifts her head to look up at me. Releasing her head, I roll away from her, against all instincts. Forcing myself to sit up, I turn so that my back is to her. Then I feel her palm against my spine.

“Please don’t leave,” she softly begs.

Standing, I walk over to my clothes and tug my jeans on before I slip my feet into my boots. With my T-shirt and cut in my hands, I move toward the door. I have to get out of here, even though I want to stay.

Stopping at the door, I look over my shoulder at her.

She’s lying in bed.

I know she’s naked, but she’s brought the sheet up to her chin. She looks sexy as shit—as always. But tonight, there’s something different. There is a touch of desperation in her voice. I’m not sure the exact reason behind it, but I’m pretty certain that I should follow my gut and stay.

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