Page 80 of Filthy Liar

“Am I in danger?”

He inhales a deep breath, looking sexier than he did a few moments ago, but then his expression shifts to a serious one. Gone is the smirk, the sexy smiling eye crinkles. He has changed completely.

“You’re in danger,” he murmurs. “Don’t go outside. Stay in here until you hear otherwise.”

Then I watch as he turns and walks out of the kitchen without another word. I know that his words should upset me, worry me even, but they don’t. I have no idea what is happening, and I’m not sure I want to know. If it’s enough to keep me in here under lock and key, then that’s all I need to know.

Reaching for the refrigerator door handle, I tug it open and scan the contents. There’s not very much to eat in here. Thissurprises me because I’ve heard that Atomic enjoys the farmers’ market. I was hoping for some fresh fruit or maybe one of Shawn’s pastries.

Honestly, I was hoping for a pastry more than fruit. I should want the fruit, but the pastry is far too delicious not to at least hope for. Closing the door, I jump when there is a man standing on the other side.

My surprise fades instantly because it’s Humble. “You hungry?” he asks.

“I am,” I exhale.

He smiles and closes the distance between us, then wraps his arms around me. He moves forward, my feet carrying me backward until my ass hits the corner of the countertop. Humble’s fingers grip my hips before he picks me up and sets me down on the edge of the counter.

He shifts his face forward, and I feel his lips brush against mine. “I’m fucking starving, baby. I’ll eat first, then I’ll feed you,” he growls against my lips. He grips my shorts and tears them down my legs, tossing them on the floor beside him.

Then he sinks to his knees, and his mouth is between my legs in the next breath. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh as my head falls backward. Reaching down, I grip his hair in my hands as he eats me… feasts on me… devours me.

CLINK

Dillion comes,bringing my face closer to her cunt, her hips moving as she rides my face. Fuckin’ shit. She tastes amazing. Just like she always does. Once I feel her body go boneless and relax, I turn my head and touch my lips to the inside of her thigh.

Slowly, I stand to my feet, straightening in front of her. Dillion’s hands leave my hair, settling on my shoulders as I unzip my pants and release my length. If I stroked myself right now, I’d probably come on the fucking floor.

Slowly, I guide myself toward her. The head of my cock presses against her warm, wet entrance. I grip her hips, tugging her closer to the edge of the countertop as I bury myself completely inside of her.

I dip my chin to touch my mouth to hers as I begin to move. Closing my eyes, I moan as I feel her hot, wet pussy wrap around me. She feels so fucking good. Moving slowly, I try not to blow my load too quickly, but I don’t know how much longer I can last.

I’ve never felt this on the edge before. I was inside of her just a few hours ago, but I’m fucking addicted to her. I can’t get enough of the way she feels, the way she tastes.

I want to be inside of her always.

Every fucking minute of every goddamn day.

“Humble,” she exhales against my mouth as my hips shift.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I move. Sliding my hands from her hips to her waist, I hold on, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good. Squeeze your cunt around me.”

Dillon whimpers against my lips, doing exactly what I demanded of her. With a heavy groan, I feel her cunt squeeze me hard.

Fuck. Me.

My hips roll as I move inside of her, my eyes never leaving hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. And mine.”

My control is slipping. It’s hanging on by a fucking thread. Her breath hitches as she continues to squeeze my cock over andover with each stroke. I wish I could hold on long enough to make her come again, but I’m about three pumps from coming.

“Oh shit,” a voice calls out from the doorway.

It’s a woman’s voice, and I know exactly who it is. Clubwhores have all been told to lie low, but she wouldn’t. It’s Firecracker, and right now, she’s the only senior clubwhore we have.

She’s the one in charge of the club. She’s in charge of scheduling the girls for cooking, cleaning, and whatever is needed to run this place. Vixen used to help her, but that ship sailed about the minute we ended her life.

I don’t bother looking behind me because I know she’s already left the kitchen. Dillion gasps, but she squeezes my cock so hard that I think she might actually fucking strangle me.

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