Page 81 of Lie With Me

“Holy fuck. I feel so full.” I can’t explain the feeling. My entire body bathes in a scalding, pleasure-soaked wave. Curling my fingers around theheadboard, I use the leverage to ride his fingers, clenching my muscles to pull him deeper.

Another orgasm builds as he pumps both of my holes rapidly, pushing a third into my ass. It rips through me, and I try to squeeze my legs together, but he sits between them, keeping me spread with his knees. “That’s it, baby. Look at how much you’re coming for me. Your pussy weeps for me. No one else can do this to you. Only me. Tell me whose cumslut you are.”

I swear I come again as I yell out, “Yours! Only yours!” His dirty words always make my clit pulse to the point where he barely has to touch me to get me off. But he’s more than barely touching me. I feel him everywhere, even though he’s removing his fingers.

A buzzing noise reverberates through the air, and I open my eyes to see he has a vibrating Rabbit. “Where did that come from?”

He flashes me his perfect, pearly whites and winks. “I told you I had this planned already.”

Tripp doesn’t take his time as he inserts the ridiculously pink vibrator. I can tell it’s on a low setting as he positions the ears against my clit. My head tilts back as I whine, “I don’t think I can take any more. It’s too sensitive.”

“Yeah, you can. Be a good girl and give me another one.” He nudges my tight hole with the head of his cock, slowly pushing in. “Oh,fuck, you feel so fucking good. Look at your fucking ass stretching around my cock. And your pussy swallowing the Rabbit. You’re going to be covered incum by the time you walk out of here tonight. I’m going to make you walk through the Grand Room covered in me so they all know who you belong to.”

He was absolutely right about the intense part. Everything up until now was minimal compared to the level of possessiveness spilling from his mouth. And the dirtier he speaks, the more uninhibited I’m becoming.

I spread my legs wider, chasing the Rabbit ears and tilting my pelvis up to give him the best view as he wrecks me. “I feel you…everywhere. What are you doing to me?” It’s a rhetorical question because Iknowwhat he’s doing. He’s thoroughly ruining me for any other man, ensuring that his cock is the only one I want for the rest of my life.

“Melting you down so I can inject you straight into my bloodstream,” he grits out. Sweat trickles down his forehead as he pumps into me like my asshole was made for him. One hand grips my hip while the other maneuvers the Rabbit, pulling it away as my muscles contract, and he thinks I’m about to come. After a few seconds, he places it back and builds my release up again. “Fuck, I’m about to come so hard.”

“Fuck me faster,” I demand. I tilt up again, allowing him to go deeper as he leans over me, his abs pushing the Rabbit into me over and over as he pistons into me. I’ve never come so many times in one session, and I almost think it’s not going to happen again, but then it hits me out of nowhere ashe pushes in, and the ears stay vibrating against my clit. “That’s it! I’m coming, Tripp! I’m coming!”

“Fuck!” he roars with an arduous thrust. He stills, his bottom lip between his teeth while his hips jerk sporadically as he comes inside me. “Jesus fucking Christ, I could fuck you all day. I’d be happy to die young if it meant I could fuck you endlessly.”

The Rabbit pulsates loudly between us, and I squirm as the pressure becomes too much. “Take it out, please.”

He pulls out before removing the toy from me gently, then stretches over me to untie my hands. As soon as they’re free, I wrap them in his hair and pull him down, our mouths colliding in a hot, open-mouthed kiss full of tongue and teeth and swollen lips.

When he pulls back, there’s a glob of the cum he left on my chest sticking to him. I watch with half-lidded eyes as he swipes it from his skin and massages it against my nipple. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you to walk through the Grand Room covered in my cum.”

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe as he settles beside me and pulls me closer. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’d be more intense.”

“Does it scare you?Wasit too much?” He nuzzles my neck and whispers, “Are you okay?”

I turn into him, curling my legs around his and pressing myself as close to him as I can get. “I’m okay. It doesn’t change anything.”

We hold each other, breathing heavily while I’mpretty sure we’re both thinking about doing some form of that again as soon as we recover. I think about how protected I feel. How I never once felt panicked or not in control, even though I was tied up. And I don’t think I could have ever felt that way with anyone other than Tripp.

It’s about more than how sexually compatible we are now. It’s the way he’s felt like home since the moment we met. A different kind than how I grew up. One that’s safe and warm and always waiting with open arms and an easy smile.

Iwantto belong to him—more than that, though. I know I alreadydo.

“Tripp?”

His voice is husky against my ear, his sweaty forehead pressed into the top of my head. “Yes?”

My body tightens against him, legs tensing where they’re entangled with his, fingers grasping the flesh of his arms as if he’ll disappear the moment I speak my truth out loud. Without a word, he enforces his arms around me, pulling me infinitesimally closer while he waits for me to continue.

The air leaves my lungs. Every nerve ending bursting with anxiety so powerfully that white spots begin to dance in my vision, gathering like stars in the sky.

“I love you,” he says suddenly.

My lungs burn as I forget how to breathe. The white haze begins to dissipate as I lift my head to look at him.

“I know there are a million better places to tell you. And I know I should have told you earli–”

“I love you, too.” The words I planned on saying first fly from between my lips, cutting him off. “That’s what I was going to say. A part of me has loved you since the night we met, and that part has been chasing after all the other pieces of me that didn’t want to give in to those feelings. I’ve never loved anyone before, and I’m not even sure I know how, but I do know that I want you. I want your bad jokes and your goofy grin. I want the carefree man who takes me ice skating even though he can’t skate. The one who miscommunicates but makes up for it in the best ways. The one who believes I can do anything I want to and be anything I want to be. You make me feel like living, Tripp, when all I’ve done for so long issurvive. I don’t want to tread water anymore. I want toswim.”

His mouth presses against mine, trapping the salty tears I’m crying between our lips as they dance languidly against one another, sealing our vows to each other.

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