Page 100 of Filthy Liar

He jerks his head back slightly, his gaze wildly searching mine. I feel his hand reach back, his fingers curling around the back of my knee, and he squeezes me there before he guides my leg away from his hip and presses it against the mattress, widening me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps, his hips still moving.

I’m stretched wide, and I feel like I might actually split in half. I’ve never felt this way before, and even though there is a bite of pain, I don’t think I would mind being split in half at this point.

His hips roll.

I can’t look away from him.

His gaze holds me completely and wholly. With each roll of his hips, he thrusts harder and harder. My body moves up on the bed with each thrust, my breasts shifting with each jostle. They feel heavy. My nipples are hard, and I wish his lips were wrapped around them.

I want it.

Need it.

Crave it.

“Please, Humble. Please,” I beg.

I don’t know what I’m begging for, anything and everything maybe. All at once. I want it all. And I know he’s the man to give it to me. Only him. It’s only ever been him, and it will only ever be him.

“Are you going to come, baby?” he demands.

I’m on the edge, seconds from falling over the cliff. I am so ready to come that I can taste it. My nails dig into his biceps even harder, no doubt scoring his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care.

His fingers grip the backs of my knee even tighter, holding it down against the mattress, pressing harder as his hips thrust, each roll harder and faster. His sweat drips from his forehead, down his nose, and onto my chest.

My orgasm slams into me. It rips through my entire body from head to toe. My muscles tighten, and my back bows. Releasing his biceps, my fingers wrap around the sides of his neck as I cry out with my release.

Humble continues to pump in and out of me, his rhythm unwavering until he buries himself deep. A roar escapes his mouth, bouncing off the walls around us, and then his eyes slide closed.

I watch them.

Slowly, they open, and he stays buried to the hilt, his beautiful gaze finding mine—connecting to mine. I only lose his visible connection when he lowers his head and his lips touch mine.

“I love you, Dillion. Marry me, baby.”

My gasp isn’t something I can control. Humble lifts his head slightly, his gaze unmoving when he connects it to mine again. He is waiting for my answer, something I’m sure he thought I would rush to give.

But I don’t.

He releases his grasp on my knee and cups my cheek slightly. Lifting my hips, I roll him over so he is on his back and I’m above him. Then I place my hands on his chest and look into his eyes, tears filling my own.

“You lied to me, Humble. You lied to me and snuck around. Now you’re asking me to marry you?” I ask.

He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze narrows slightly. This is a man who, if I hurt his pride, would never swallow it and admit his wrongdoing. He still hasn’t even apologized for the lies he told me.

“I am.”

He has zero shame, but that doesn’t surprise me. It’s not like he ever has. He’s like all the men I’ve had around me my entirelife. And yet, he’s nothing like them. I slide my palm up his chest and his neck, and then I cup his cheek.

“I love you, Humble. I’m probably the biggest fool on earth for it, but I do love you. You lied to me, and I’m willing to forget it all because I love you. I want to say yes,” I whisper.

“But?”

“No buts. I want to say yes,” I whisper.

“Dillion.” His voice is a clear warning to me.

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