Page 4 of Addicted Lies

“I don’t know if this has to do with me or not,” he says, confused. And this only infuriates me more. Yes, I’m winding up for a tantrum. Yes, I’m taking my frustration out on him. Yes, I have a temper. But fuck him. Fuck my brother. And fuck the world.

“You said you weren’t afraid to touch me. So why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and put your mouth between my legs.”

He tilts his head, looking as if he’s fighting an internal battle, but he also appears predatory.

“You don’t want this,” he states. And I think he’s talking more to himself than me. I pull my hand free and open the door to the back seat. Luckily for us, he parked on the side street, and no one is around. Climbing in, I find him still standing on the street, watching me.

“How about you let me make my own decisions? Either you put that mouth to good use, or I’m going to fuck myself in the back of your car.”

I’m out of my fucking mind, but I don’t care anymore. Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s because I don’t think he’ll actually do it. Or maybe because it’s so fucking forbidden, and I never thought of it before, that I want it so badly.

Taking a deep breath, I lift my dress over my head. The moment the garment is off my body, his gaze flicks to my bare tits, and he steps closer to the open door so no one can see inside the car.

“You’re grinding on my last fucking nerve, Chaos.” I like the gravel in his voice. A tic jumps in his jaw, and it fills me with satisfaction. The realization that he’s not immune to my looks or body. And that he might not be as uninterested as I first thought.

“It’s just sex, Ford. Get in the car,” I say as I crawl to the other side of the seat, purposely arching my back to give a good show of my G-string.

He runs his hand through his dark hair as he curses under his breath. He looks around, and then he focuses back on me.

“Now,” I growl.

“Fucking hell, Chaos, do you want to kill me?” he asks around the lollipop, and when he sucks, I notice the way his cheeks hollow.

“As long as I come, I don’t care how you die,” I retort.

That’s all it takes for him to slide into the back seat to join me. He slams the door behind him, and then I straddle his lap. His hands find their way to my ass.

I can tell he’s hesitant; his cock, however, is not. Leaning down with a smirk, I whisper against his ear, “Now, I’m really fucking horny. Do you think you can assist me in taking care of that?”

One hand slides from my ass to stop between my legs. He pushes my G-string to the side and circles a finger around my entrance before pushing it inside.

“Yeah, Chaos. I think I can,” he says around his lollipop. I struggle not to look away from the intensity of his gaze, but I get distracted the moment I unbutton his shirt and pull it open. He’s fucking beautiful and more muscled than I’d expected. I knew he was fit, but fuck me… this should be illegal.

My hands glide down his bare chest as I trail the masterpiece of tattoos down to his stomach.

“I want to know how you taste,” he says, and I watch, transfixed, as he pulls out his lollipop and moves it toward my pussy.

I’m shocked. Is that even okay? Like, is it hygienic? The corner of his mouth pulls up, and I realize he’s challenging me. He won’t do anything I’m not willing to do, and considering how boldly I tried to seduce him, I find myself nodding my agreement.

I’ve never had sensational sex, nor have I experimented much, but I have the keen sense that I’ve never tried to handle a man like Ford before.

He removes his hand from between my legs and then rubs the lollipop against my folds. I suck in a breath as we stare at one another.

Then I feel it slip inside of me. It’s not as thick as his fingers, but the thought of what it is… excites me. Especially with the way his gaze drinks me in. And I notice how hard his cock is pushing against his pants. Dear lord, this man is barely touching me, and I’m getting off.

I lift up on my knees, giving him better access, and nod to his jeans. He doesn’t waste any time as he undoes his pants and frees his cock, looking at me as if wondering what I might do. I rock back and forth on the lollipop as I stare at his large, veiny cock, and the ink that surrounds it. And I gulp when I notice the piercing. Fuck, will he fit inside me? I’m hesitant to touch it. And when I finally do, I pull back almost immediately, but he takes my hand and puts it directly on his dick.

“Never hold back,” he whispers as he removes the lollipop from my pussy and puts it back in his mouth. I stare, bewitched by the man I never noticed in this way before, and surprised that we haven’t gone down this path sooner. Because I know he’s about to ruin me for any other man.

I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke it, my nail catching the piercing at the end every time. He removes the lollipop with apopand smirks as he shoves three fingers inside me and leans back.

“You’re so fucking sweet, Chaos.”

I’ve never seen this man smirk, and with it, I realize how royally fucked I am. I thought I’d lured him into this car, but maybe it was the other way around. I feel like I’m in his clutches and under his control.

He leans forward and sucks on my nipple before biting it. Hard. I squeal, surprised by it, but my pussy floods at the sensation. I’m breathing heavily, shocked at how into this I am.

What Ford and I are doing is very wrong.

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