Page 78 of Lie to Me

Even though I knew exactly what I was doing while I was in the shower and I knew exactly what he would do when I confessed to him, I still didn’t expect him to hold out for so long.

He’s killing me.

I’m trying to be good.

Really, I am. But if he doesn’t make me come soon, I’m gonna end up tying him up like I did to my little friend Reggie and force him to watch me as I fuck myself on the vibrator I keep in my purse for emergencies.

Though let’s be honest, the punishment forthatwould end up being a thousand times worse than this.

Tears stream down my face and I pull away from his lips to look at him, pleading with my eyes.

“Such pretty tears,” he murmurs with a sadistic smirk.

“You know, there’s one part of you that I’ve never had.”

What the hell is he…?

Oh fuck no.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t make you take my dick today,” he says and swipes the tears from my face.

“But I do want to feel how tight you are.”

He grips the back of my neck, shoving me back down towards the bed so I’m back on my hands and knees. He keeps his thrusts shallow as his finger slowly enters me, still wet from my tears.

“Can’t wait to fuck you here,” he groans as he quickens his pace and starts slamming into me. His finger works quicker as he deepens the movement until I’m a crying, begging, whimpering mess.

“Fucking love that, don’t you? Little slut,” he spits out and I moan in response.

“Tell me I’m the only one who’s ever touched you here,” he orders, and I nod my head.

“Only you,” I gasp. He moans and bands his other arm around my waist before finding my clit. He pinches and circles it with his thumb, constantly changing how much pressure he’s using until I’m right on the edge.

“I-I need to come. Please let me come,” I plead and bury my head in the bed.

It’s a sweet kind of torture, one that I want to be over, but also never want it to end.

“Come for me, little warrior,” he whispers, and my body immediately responds. My vision blurs as pleasure like I’ve never known before takes over my entire body to the pointwhere darkness takes over. The next thing I know, Marco is lying beside me, peppering my face with kisses.

“What the hell was that?” I mutter.

Marco laughs before pressing one last kiss to the tip of my nose. “That was you getting fucked so hard that you passed out.” He winks at me before climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

God, I love this playful side of him.

What I love even more is that I’m pretty sure I’m the only person who’s ever seen this side of him.

“You good?” he asks as he walks back into the room, washcloth in hand.

“So good,” I murmur sleepily.

“Tired, little warrior? Take a nap and I’ll wake you so you can get ready.”

Ready?

“Where are we going?” I ask.

He makes a tsking noise and shakes his head. “You’re terrible with surprises. You’ll find out tonight.”

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