Page 32 of Scorching Lies

Twisting my thumb, I curl it inside, pumping into her cunt at the same time.

“Please. Please.” She chants. Her hands fist the metal bars.

Reaching beside my knee, I pick up the lighter and flick it open, shining the orange glow over us both.

“I want to see you scream my name while your pussy soaks my dick.”

Using her hold on the bed frame she arches her back, pressing her ass into my palm more, my thumb fully seated inside her hole, her eyes meet mine over her shoulder. Lifting her ass she drops back down over my dick slow but rough with each movement.

“Ryker, please fuck me.” She lets out on a moan.

Her smokey eyes never leave mine. Matching me thrust for thrust, her lips fall open with each move. My balls tighten. I’m so fucking close, but I hold off on finishing because I only want her to come right now. Before she calls my name out again she fucking shocks the hell out of me by slipping forward until my thumb pops out. Turning around so fast my dick plops against my stomach. My hands reach for her, not knowing what she’s going to do. The lighter falls on the bed closing us in the dark again, but she's not fighting me anymore. No, my girl wants to play.

Shoving me backwards, her legs cage me in until her pussy hovers over my dick, dripping over me, her warm cunt so close to my cock. My fingers fight to find the lighter, finally they find purchase casting the light on us again, her face is shadowed with need. Lust. Cravings. In one swift move she sits, sinking down onme, riding my dick with so much fucking hatred dancing in her eyes.

“Fuck, Rye. Please.” She shouts.

A long low growl builds in my chest at the sight of her head thrown back on her plea. One palm closes over her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple while my eyes stay on her face as she fucks me. My orgasm builds higher when her hand slips between us to flick at her clit. She’s playing with herself while using my dick to reach her orgasm. Fuck me, she’s fighting back the only way she knows how. And I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t make me black out a little when her walls started to twitch around me.

“My turn.” I say, dropping us back into darkness to grab her throat. “Ride my dick like a good girl.”

“Rye oh god please!”

“Yes, that’s it. Soak my cock, Killer. I knew you were a fucking slut.”

“Only for you.” She moans.

“Good girl.”

I lift her hips leaving a little space between us so I can fuck her faster and harder. Her fingers are still playing with her clit.

“Rub your clit harder for me.”

She does as I say, sending her over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her thighs clench around me trying to hold me still through the wave of sensations, but I pull her off before she can clamp around me again. Sliding off the bed, I dragher to me by the throat, my feet landing on the floor, I lean down to her ear.

“Open that pretty mouth wide baby.”

Without hesitation she does as she’s told and I slip between her lips, the feeling has my head falling back. Both hands frame her face using my hold to fuck her mouth.

“Swallow around my dick. I want you to take all of me.”

Working myself deeper I pull her hair back into a messy hold, pumping into her mouth until I fill her to the brim, but still I don’t pull out. I want her to swallow down every drop. And she does. Licking up from the base to the tip she cleans the mixture of us from my dick.

“Mmmh.” She moans.

“Fuck, Killer.” I groan.

In the pitch black room only our breathing can be heard. Her tears come next. And then my belt buckle. Followed by my shoes and shirt. Before I know it my feet are eating up the distance to my apartment. Shit. I need to wash her off me before going home, so I head to the basement. The fights should be over by now, but either way it’s the best place for me right now. The whole way to the empty house all I see is grey eyes staring back at me. Kenna Kingston is going to be a problem.

“Hey man, what are you doing here?” G stands just off the steps of the porch.

“I need to clear my head. When did you get here?”

Lighting a cigarette, he offers me one and I gladly take it. The bitterness covers her taste on my tongue. The light from his brightens when he pulls in a long drag.

“I got a call that we had a few guests. Thought I’d come handle it, but since you’re here.” He shrugs.

Nodding, I follow him into the house, tossing my cigarette on the way in since we decide to keep the filth to a minimum. The house is lit with bright LED bulbs, one single couch, a fridge with drinks and beer, and a stocked medical cabinet. Other than that we keep the house basically vacant. A few beds upstairs if needed as well. The basement door opens and shouts spill through to us. Soundproof. Following G down the light blinding, people falling into place beside me, slapping my back, and making small talk. Always a scene to make when one of the Stone brothers shows up.

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