Page 141 of Crown of Lies

“Open,” he commands, and I obey, my lips parting as he presses the head of his cock against my tongue. “That’s it, take it.”

I relax my jaw as he feeds his length into my mouth, inch by inch. I’m intimately familiar with his taste, the feel of himagainst my tongue, and I hum my approval, my eyes fluttering closed as I surrender to him.

“Just like that,” he says, his voice hoarse as he holds my head still, thrusting slowly, deliberately. “You’re doing so well, taking it all. So fucking good.”

I moan around him, vibrating his shaft, and he growls, his hand tightening in my hair. “Such a good girl. Taking it all, just like a dirty little toy.”

I’m his, completely and utterly, and in this moment, nothing else matters but his pleasure.

He pulls his cock away from my mouth and I gasp for air, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.

“I’m going to fuck your throat now,” he says, his voice hard. “I won’t be gentle.”

I know the signal—the only way to stop him when he’s like this. But I have no intention of using it. Not tonight. I want this. All of it.

“You remember the safe signal?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I nod, unable to speak, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Good. Because I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to fuck your mouth, use it, and take my pleasure from it.”

I don’t respond, just open my mouth and tilt my head back, offering myself to him.

In one smooth motion, he slides his thick cock between my waiting lips. I feel every inch of him as he slides deeper, filling my mouth, until I can’t breathe, can’t swallow. I gag, my eyes watering, and he growls, his hand tightening in my hair.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. You’re doing so well, siren. So fucking good.”

I relax my throat, accepting his length, and he begins to move, slowly at first, then with more urgency. He uses mymouth, fucks my throat, and I let him, reveling in the way he dominates me.

“I was so fucking obsessed with you from the start,” he says, his hips snapping forward as he drives himself deeper. “The first time you got on your knees for me… I lost it. I couldn’t think straight. All I could see was you, on your knees, my cock in your mouth.”

He pulls out, then thrusts back in, his movements harsh and desperate. “You’re my good girl, taking it all. Such a dirty whore for me.”

I moan, the vibration of my voice sending a shudder through him.

“Fuck, siren,” he groans. “No one else has ever made me feel like this. It’s always been you. Only you.”

He continues to thrust, using my mouth for his pleasure, and I surrender to him, letting him take what he needs. I’m still, compliant, giving myself over to his control.

I surrender to the feeling, to being used by him. It ignites something in me—a fire that burns hot and insatiable. My body moves of its own accord, my hands reaching up to grip his thighs as he uses my mouth, my throat, taking his pleasure.

Each thrust sends sparks of desire coursing through me. I’m drowning in sensations, a sea of need, and I know I would do anything for him in this moment. I would give him everything if he asked.

Tears leak from the corners of my eyes—a mixture of the intensity of the moment and the physical sensation of his cock sliding down my throat. He notices, his gaze softening for a brief moment before he growls and thrusts again, burying himself deep.

He stills, his cock pressing against my throat, and I feel the slick trails of my tears on my cheeks. Tenderly, he reaches down and uses his thumb to brush the tears away.

The gesture, so unexpectedly tender, undoes me. It’s so much more than a physical sensation—it’s an acknowledgment of the depth of what passes between us. It’s ownership and possessiveness, domination laced with a tenderness that makes my heart pound.

His thumb lingers on my cheek, stroking gently, and he leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Mine.”

He owns me in this moment, body and soul, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

With a growl, he starts to move again, fucking my throat with deep, deliberate strokes. My eyes flutter closed as I give myself over to him, surrendering to the pleasure that pulses through me with each thrust.

He comes with a feral growl, flooding my mouth, his body tensing as he fills me. He stays like that for a moment, his cock throbbing between my lips, before he finally pulls out, giving me a chance to breathe.

He strokes my cheek, his thumb wiping away the remaining tears. “Do you want more?” he asks, his voice soft, a contrast to the harshness of his body’s demands.

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