Page 64 of Filthy Liar

I’m not staying here.

And I’m not staying with him.

He doesn’t care that he lied to me. He doesn’t give a shit that he played me for a fucking idiot. He just thinks that because of some vendetta with my brother, he has some kind of claim and ownership over me.

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t give a shit at all. Because he’s just like all the men in my family. He thinks he is in control of anything and everything a woman does. Well, not me. Not today. Not ever. I don’t owe him or anyone else shit.

I left that life for a reason.

And I do not plan on going back.

“No,” he grunts, rolling my body onto my back.

My legs automatically fall open as his hips shift between them. I should be pushing him away and telling him to get the fuck out of my house, but this body of mine refuses to deny him anything. And I hate myself for it.

I expect Humble to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead of leaning down and touching his mouth to mine, he shifts his body down. His fingers grip my sleep shorts, guiding them down my legs along with my panties.

Then his hands wrap around the insides of my thighs, and he spreads me wide, holding my knees against the mattress. Pinching my eyes closed, I gasp when his tongue slides the entire length of my pussy, swirling around my clit.

I arch my back and push my head into the pillow as my breathing begins to come out faster and faster. Reaching down,I grip the sheets in my fingers and hold on to them. Humble’s tongue feels like heaven. He’s warm and wet, tasting me, consuming me, trying to own me.

But I won’t let him own me.

Not today.

Not ever.

As my body climbs closer and closer toward the edge, his tongue bringing me higher and higher, I wonder if I will ever feel this again. I probably won’t. I have a feeling that this is it. This is the best feeling I will ever have. This is the best sex I’ll ever have.

I thought I could be good with that. I thought I could go my whole life without ever feeling this again, but now I’m not sure. My pants fill the room, bouncing off the walls around us.

Lifting my hips, I move against his mouth, climbing closer. Fucking his beautiful face. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers in his hair, holding him against my pussy. I am so close.

My hips shift up and down, moving against his face, bringing myself right to the edge. I’m about to come when all of a sudden, Humble stops. My eyes pop open, and I look down at him. My brows snap together as I gaze down toward his. He flicks his eyes to meet mine, but I can’t see them very well.

Opening my mouth, I start to ask him what is wrong. Why he stopped. Then he speaks, answering my unasked question.

“Tell me you aren’t leaving,” he murmurs, his voice soft and husky.

God, he’s so damn sexy.

But he won’t cajole me into changing my mind with orgasms… or lack thereof.

“No,” I state.

Although I’m pretty sure it comes out more like a whimper and not a resounding no because his lips curve up into a smirk, and he chuckles. Like he thinks I’m being cute or funny, maybe like I’m not serious.

But I am exactly that.

I am serious.

I won’t be staying here. Once my house is sold and I have that cash in my hand, I am gone. The original plan is still on. I had a moment of diversion, but I’m back on track now, and I’m leaving as soon as humanly possible.

CLINK

I’m a fucking pussy.