Page 80 of Beautiful Liar

Moans turn into whimpers as another dimension of pleasure sidles alongside the burn. A mixture of pleasure and pain, it tramples through me, builds with every breath. I’m not sure what it does to my pussy, but Q groans as his mouth closes over one nipple.

“God, yes! Give it to me, baby. Give me every inch of that beautiful cunt.”

I want to tell him he has it all. But my mind is fracturing, the feel of Q’s cock inside me so unbelievably glorious, I can’t form words. He fucks me fast and hard, drives me to the edge, then slows the tempo. My body doesn’t care that it has already climaxed twice. Hunger I’ve never felt before ramps up my spine.

I’m twisting and turning. My hips surge up to meet his when he lets me. Which isn’t for very long.

He releases my breasts after one long suck and hooks his arms under my knees. If I thought I was stretched wide before, this is a testament that I can be stretched more.

Clearly, the few yoga sessions were doing their job. Strong arms plant on either side of my waist. The camera follows his move. He pulls out all the way to the tip, then rams hard inside me.

“Q!”

“Who owns this pussy?” he grunts.

“You! You do.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He pulls out, thrusts again. Then the true pounding starts.

Q wasn’t kidding about what he intended to do to me. The desecration will never see me whole again. I feel it in my soul as he takes complete control of me.

The intensity of his fucking registers on every inch of my body. My wrists throb where the rope secures me, but even that discomfort intensifies the pleasure. I’m near to combustion when he suddenly pulls out of me and flips me over.

The breath is knocked out of me and my whole body is quivering on the brink. I want to scream and beg for him to fill me again. Before I can do either, he’s opening my legs and his mouth is on me again. He eats my hungry pussy, his tongue probing where his cock has possessed as he molds my ass in his big hands. For endless minutes, he feasts on my clit, his caresses growing rougher and the sounds from his throat progressively more feral.

Sharp predatory instincts know when I’m about to come because he rears up again and, keeping me pinned to the bed, rams back inside me.

“Agh!”

“Motherfucker!”

Powerful thighs planted on either side of my hips, he circles my waist in his hands. I’m completely immobile. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And he fucks the living shit out of me.

I’m a babbling wreck begging, screaming to come. Sweat from his body drips down my back by the time he snarls his permission. The convulsions that shatter through me triggers a shout from him. My insides are on fire, squeezing the life out of the thick cock buried inside me.

He withdraws and fights his way back through my rippling muscles with another animal grunt. And then, he’s flooding me with jet streams of cum.

“Jesus!”

The hands banding my waist squeeze me to the point of pain I’m sure he isn’t aware he’s inflicting. His cock jerks wildly inside me and spasms rock the bed.

After an eternity, he lets go of me, falls forward and catches himself on his forearms. The whir that follows reminds me of the cameras. But I’m too shattered to do more than chase my next breath.

Slowly, our breaths quiet. I feel his long exhalations between my shoulder blades. Fingers move my damp hair to one side to expose my nape. A kiss lands on my skin, sending a residual shudder through me.

“Next time, I’m coming on those perfect tits,” he murmurs with the indolence of a satisfied jungle cat. “The time after that, it’ll be all over that gorgeous ass. Say yes, Q.”

I struggle to work my vocal cords. “Yes, Q.”

He jerks once inside me. Another kiss between my shoulder blades. Then another, lower. All the way to the end of my spine, and back up again.

He rears up a fraction away from me. I feel the power of his stare, his slow, deep breathing. He starts to lower himself again.

He lays his head on my back.

That’s when I feel it. The touch of cold metal where his face should be.

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