Page 174 of The Liar's Reckoning

His lashes flutter, and he looks, for a moment, rapturous and worshipful. It’s an answer.

“Then why don’t I feel your tongue moving?”

His tongue slicks around my shaft, and I draw back enough to drive in again. He takes me better this time, his throat resigning itself to being used. His lips tighten around me—like that’s gonna hold me back.

“Who’s the whore now?”

He sucks harder, his forehead creasing with effort. I don’t go easy on him, squeezing his neck tight and forcing him to take a pounding. His mouth is hotter than the water. His throat tighter than any fist. His plush lips framed with dark, wet hair are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

I hate him for that, too. For being incomparable. For being the best head I’ve ever had or probably ever will have. I hate him forgetting me addicted to him and forcing a sudden, unwanted withdrawal. He trashed our love. Denied our connection.Thisconnection.

I hate that the only reason he’s here is to get me to back off his ex-wife.

But if there’s a way to do that, his mouth is a contender. He feels so fucking good I want to melt. I want to replace my dick with my tongue, press my lips to his, feel his cock against mine and get closer.

But he ruined that. He ruined everything.

I pound his throat harder, forcing him to choke again. He coughs. The whites of his eyes redden, filling with tears. But he doesn’t do anything to push me away. He steels himself and sucks me as hard as I’m fucking his face.

“Take. Every. Fucking. Drop.” I say, gritting my teeth as my imminent orgasm vibrates every cell in my body.

He grips me by the ass and swallows me whole, his nose smashed to my pubic bone. I blow at the sight of myself fully engulfed by him. His spasming throat pulls blinding sensation through all my limbs. I unload inside him, wave after wave of high-flying relief shuddering through my bones. It’s so all-consuming, I nearly drop the phone. I stopped paying attention to it awhile ago, too lost in the wrongness and my own righteousness to remember why I wanted him here.

He guzzles every ounce of cum exploding from my dick. His swallowing throat compressing around half my length makes my orgasm last for so long it feels lethal.

“Take off the cage,” I say, mindless.

His head shakes, my dick still buried inside him.

I slap his face, and he pulls of me with a deep gasp, shocked as he puts his palm to his abused cheek.

“Take it off,” I growl.

“I—I don’t have the key.”

“Get up.”

The water’s running cold, and we’re both covered in chills.

“Bed,” I tell him. “On your hands and knees.”

I follow, camera focused on him as he obeys. The shades on the windows are closed like always as he crawls onto the bed. We’re both dripping wet. I grab lube from my nightstand and stare hatefully at the metal between his spread thighs. It’s not enough for him to deny himself, he had to come over with that godforsaken thing on and deny me, too.

But I know from experience his hole is as greedy as mine, and he’ll be sorry he didn’t leave me with any options by the time we’re done here.

“You’d let me stick a baseball bat inside you, right now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” he whispers, burying his face in his hands.

“You might start to wish I had one of those around in a minute, Senator.”

“I’ll take anything,” he says. “Please.”

“Don’t… Don’t beg. It’s disgusting.”

I prop my phone on the nightstand, making sure we’re both visible in the shot. I squirt lube into his crack, getting turned on when his hole winks open and closed. I coat my hand with another generous squeeze and trace his rim with two fingers. He opens wide, welcoming them. “Slut,” I say, as they sink inside.

His ass clenches on them, and he rocks, riding them almost reverently. Without letting him enjoy it too much, I add a third finger. He grunts and lets out an appreciative groan, sinking back to take them to the knuckles.

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