Page 197 of The Liar's Reckoning

“That’s up to you, Senator.”

“Mmph,” I groan with a particularly good grind from him. What he said isn’t fair. When has anything ever been up to me?

“How long until you leave?” I ask.

“Tonight?”

“For Florida?”

“A couple of weeks. Maybe.”

I grasp for any hope. “Maybe you’re not going?”

“Maybe two or three weeks.”

“Oh.”

“You need to stop thinking,” he says. “How do we manage that?”

“You should probably gag me.”

His brows lift. “On your knees, then.”

I drop gratefully to the floor, getting to work on his jeans to pull out his cock. The second he’s inside my mouth, he whispers, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

I grab my own dick in a chokehold, warning it not to explode, but if he says one more thing like that, I’m not sure anything could stop me from coming on the spot.

I let him use my mouth like he had in his shower weeks ago. He’s got a hand braced on the door and one on the back of my head. He’s gentler today, but he’s thrusting just as deep. His girth in my throat makes breathing impossible. The breaths I do get have to be timed perfectly.

“You give the best fucking head, Graham.”

He used to tell me that all the time, and I always figured it was to mitigate the fact that he regularly had sex with other menduring our relationship. Like he wanted to remind me I was special to him, better in some way.

But I don’t think he’s fucking anyone else anymore. Maybe he means it? I think I know what he enjoys—what makes him catch his breath, what makes him groan, what pushes him to the brink—but mostly I’m worshiping him.

“Fuck, I’m already close. Don’t come. Don’t swallow.”

Jesus. How the hell am I going to managethat? But I refuse to disappoint him. I open my throat, wrap my tongue around and around his length, and tighten my lips on his shaft. He pants, nails digging into my scalp and draws his cock out of my esophagus to unload on my tongue. His taste fills my mouth in a delicious burst of thick heat as his dick throbs out several jets of cum.

I’m able to breathe through my nose again, and I manage not to swallow, but my balls are tight with a release I’m barely holding off.

“I wanna watch you jerk yourself with my cum.”

Wasn’t expectingthat.

“Whip it out and spit,” he says, still mostly breathless.

I like this. Jesus, I really like this. I’m honestly surprised when I look up at him not to see his phone camera trained on me.

Only his eyes. This is just for him.

I do exactly as I’m told, turned on to the point of madness when I watch my drool and his cum drip down my cock.

“Fuck,” he breathes as I spread it over my length.

He watches my hand as it speeds through the motions of getting myself off. “I want to be inside you,” I say, mostly babbling. “Wanna fuck you.”

He nods, but doesn’t move, still staring with unwavering attention. It’s a milder humiliation than some of what he’s put me through, but my cheeks are still hot, and the shame is half the turn on. The other half is his eyes on me. Only me. “I’m close,” I warn him, not sure if he wants me to come or not.

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