Page 41 of The Liar's Reckoning

Immediately, I’m wrapped in wet warmth. “Ahh…fuck.”

It feels incredible. If it were Silas under there, I’d come in two seconds, but she’s more or less quiet, and I’m able to imagine it’s him. I’d kill to feel his rough stubble on my balls, but she’s all I’ve got, and maybe it’s time I settle in and make do. It’s only right. She’s my wife, after all.

As a former escort herself, Avery’s no stranger to giving head,and her experience shows. She uses her hands and her tongue so well, electricity is popping off my skin. “That’s hot,” I babble stupidly.

The compliment causes her to double her efforts. She sucks harder, slower. Her long draws and swirling licks across my tip have me pulsing to come.

Then, just when I’m about to let go and fall over the edge, she removes her mouth.

I huff, a groan escaping me as I reach down to finish myself. My hand meets her ass.

What?

No.

She sinks onto me and clamps down hard—her pussy muscles even stronger than her mouth. This shocks me. Mentally, I’m out—horrified and slightly reeling—but my horny dick has other ideas. She rises and falls, facing away from me, like she knows seeing her face will only make it worse for me.

My hips move like they’ve got a mind of their own, bucking up into her. “You better be on birth control because I’m about to?—”

“Wait—not yet?—”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, babe, I’m so close.” She grinds down on me, and my stupid, helpless body thrusts up again.

“On birth control, Avery,” I say sharply, the definition of on edge.

“Yeah—Fuck…so big…yes. Babe you can come in me. I’ve got an implant.”

Relief clouds my consciousness. I ignore the concept of what’s happening and let my body feel it. She feels good. Working me like a pro. I come, panting as my dick unloads while she rubs herself on me and brings herself to her own ending.

“Ugh…fuck…” I groan, vacillating between satiation and violation.

That was…wrong.

Will she expect it again? Do we need to have a talk?

No. What the fuck am I thinking? She’s mywife. I just proved I could have sex with her and climax. I’m not attracted to her, but in the dark with all the wet holes and her clever handling…it worked.

Can I really afford to be picky?

No. In fact, I should tell her to get the implant removed and keep at this. Legitimize all of this now that I know I’m capable.

“You did good,” she says, having a seat between my legs and facing me.

I try to smile, but it feels more like a grimace. Her messy hair is at odds with her perfectly made up eyes. Her lipstick is smudged, and that makes sense, I guess. Avery’s pretty. A natural pale blonde, she’s got fine-boned features and cat-like green eyes. A slightly pointy chin and lips that are on the thinner side, make her look ethereal—like a pixie or something. Her breasts are fake, but they’re an average size. Her body is narrow through the hips, lacking curves. She told me once she’s sample-sized, meaning she can fit in designer clothes the way a runway model can. She’s not overly tall, though. Five-seven.

“How’d it feel?” she asks.

I toss the question around in my mind. Hating my answer, questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. But the truth is the truth. “Good?”

“It’s not wrong to like sex, Graham.”

“I don’t have much to compare it to,” I confess.

“Would you do it again?”

“Like…now?”

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