Page 22 of Filthy Liar

Dillion is lostinside of her head. I thought the booze would loosen her up, but it’s clear she’s completely gone. The wetness of the alcohol has already dried on her tits. Which is a shame, although I can think of a few ways to make them wet again.

I bite the corner of my bottom lip as I try to hide my smile. I can’t. She’s fucking adorable.

“Dillion,” I gently call out.

I’m trying not to just strip her naked and fuck her. I want to talk to her a little more. The stripping naked and fucking thing is something I do late at night. I want this to be different, and the more I think about all of that, the more of a pussy I feel.

Walking to the bed, I slowly sink down on the edge and look up at her. I set the tequila down on the floor beside my feet before I reach out and wrap my fingers around her hip, gently tugging her toward me.

Spreading my thighs, I guide her between them. Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull of beer. She does the same, licking her lips when she’s finished. I don’t know why, but I’m surprised she even drinks beer.

Sliding my fingers from her hip, I wrap them around her waist. “Your waist is so fucking tiny. I can’t believe you’re fucking real. You’re beautiful, Dillon.”

She snorts before she responds. “My waist isn’t all that’s tiny,” she mumbles.

I know what she’s referring to, but she doesn’t need to. Her tits are great. I know. I’ve explored every fucking inch of them. I can’t tell her that, though. Instead, I decide that I need her to show me those perfect fucking spheres.

“They look good to me. Show me,” I demand.

Her breath hitches, and I expect her to tell me no, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lifts her beer to her lips, finishes it, andthen sets it down on the nightstand before she grips the hem of her tight shirt and peels it up her body and over her head.

She tosses the top away, leaving her standing before me completely bare. No bra. “Fuck me,” I hiss.

Seeing her in the light of my bedroom is a whole new experience. I slide my hand up the center of her torso, then shift it to her breast, cupping one of them and sliding my thumb across her nipple.

I watch as it hardens, then I lift my other hand to the other tit. I’m still holding the bottle of beer. Sliding the cool bottle against her other nipple, I watch as it hardens, a bead of sweat from the bottle clinging to her skin.

Leaning forward slightly, I touch my lips to her nipple and kiss the water from her flesh. “Fucking sexy,” I grunt.

She laughs, shaking her head, then moans when I open my mouth and take as much of her as I can inside. Her hand flies to my head, gripping my hair in her fingers as she holds me to her. I can hear her breathing come out in pants before she moans.

“Clink,” she exhales. “I want you.”

Releasing her tit, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers immediately. “You don’t know me.”

She hums, her eyes glassy, almost as if she’s high. I know she isn’t. I am a little, but she definitely is not. “I don’t, but I don’t care. I used to never do anything wild. Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s Pineville. I don’t know, but I want you, and I’m telling you. I know a man as beautiful as you won’t give two shits about me tomorrow, but I don’t think I care.”

“Baby,” I rasp, “I’m gonna give a shit about you tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. You’ll be mine from today on.”

Her eyes widen. I shouldn’t have said that. I know it’s going to scare the shit out of her, but I don’t care. It’s the truth. Not just because she’s mine, given to me. But because I fucking claim her.

Placing my beer on the floor, I shift my hands to the waist of her shorts and unbutton them before I slowly tug the zipper down. Dillion shimmies them off, standing in front of me in just a pair of little panties.

“You won’t want me, and I won’t be here for long, but tonight, I’m yours,” she whispers.

I could sit here and argue with her, but I decide against it. Instead, I grip her panties in my hands, shredding them completely. She reaches down, gripping my wrists. I wonder if this is where she’s going to tell me to stop, but she doesn’t.

“Not just tonight, baby.”

CHAPTER

NINE

DILLION

My entire body trembles,not just because this man is the hottest man I had ever seen, not just because I’m standing in front of him, not just because he’s saying I’m going to be his in the morning—but because he looks like he means it deep down in his bones.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m lifted from the floor and laid down on the bed. I gasp as he stands up from the bed. He begins to strip, but it’s not the way I would think. He doesn’t frantically throw his things to the floor.

---