Page 67 of Lie to Me

“Show me what a good, obedient little slut you are and crawl to me.”

Shivers wrack their way up my spine as my blood heats. No one has ever had the effect on me that he does. In fact, if any other man spoke to me the way he does, they’d probably end up dead.

My body responds to the order he has given me before I even have a chance to think it through. I drop to the floor. The hit of my knees on the cold wood sends a zap of pain through me, but I push it aside and adjust myself so I’m on my hands and knees. My hair hangs down, framing my face and trailing along the floor as I crawl forwards.

“Holy fuck,” he curses. “You’re perfect, little warrior.”

Once I reach him, I look up and find him staring down at me in awe.

“You want a taste?” he asks while fisting his hard length with a hard look on his face.

I know that face.

I know exactly what he wants.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please let me taste you. Please fuck my face,” I beg, and he tips his head back as he groans.

“Jesus, Sloane,” he mutters before swiping the tip of his cock against my lips, letting me taste the drop of pre cum that had gathered and I hum approvingly before taking him deep into my mouth. Marco’s hands find my hair and grip my head in place so I’m unable to move, but that doesn’t stop me from torturing him with my tongue. I slide my tongue up the underside of his cock, reveling in the little grunts he lets out as he starts to slowly fuck my mouth.

“So fucking good, baby,” he mutters. “I fucking hate the fact that other men have been able to see you like this,” he says, almost to himself.

I try to shake my head, but the hold he has on me makes it so I can’t move. He must pick up on my intention, because he smirks down at me.

“You haven’t gotten on your knees for another man?” he asks, and I shake my head again.

“Mmm. That’s because you’re only a little cock slut for me, isn’t it? You may have been with other people while we were apart, but none of them were able to ruin you the way I do, were they?”

Another shake of my head.

“So fucking good, Sloane,” he rasps. “So fucking beautiful, taking my cock down that pretty throat of yours.”

He thrusts to the back of my throat, and I fight against gagging. Instead, I swallow around the head of his cock and he lets out a string of curses in response.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans and quickly pulls back, leaving me a panting mess with saliva running down my chin. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He shakes his head before bending down and lifting me off the floor, walking back over tothe counter. He lays me down atop of the kitchen counter and presses a kiss to my naval before working his way down my body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sloane.” He looks up and his eyes connect with mine. “I thought you were gorgeous back then, but nothing could compare to the way you look right now. My memories could never compete with the sight of you laid out, ready and waiting for me like this. I missed the hell out of you, Sloane. And now that I have you back? Yeah… I’m never letting you go. I’m yours.”

He bends down and inhales my scent.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers before he consumes me.

He doesn’t start off slow or gentle. No, he just digs in. His tongue laps at my clit while he fucks me with his fingers in a punishing rhythm, curving them every time they enter me so they hit just the right spot. You can hear my arousal with every thrust, my moans filling the air as he pushes me over the edge. My vision goes white and I feel like I’m floating as I find my release. It seems to go on forever before I finally come back to myself. I open my eyes to find Marco smirking down at me as I tremble beneath him.

“Such a pretty sight, watching you come undone for me. Does my pretty little slut want my cock?” he asks with a dark chuckle.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what, little warrior?”

This asshole. Always making me beg for it.

“I need you. I’ve missed you. I need your cock, Marco.Please.”

His only response is a long groan. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him so I’m positioned at the end of the counter, any further and I’d be falling off.

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