Page 57 of Filthy Liar

“You’d better fuck me in it sometime then, or that’s not fair,” he teased, grabbing the conditioner. “Turn around.”

I did as he asked, letting him put it in my hair as I spoke again.

“Can we discuss the possibility of not using a condom now that we’re?—”

“I really wish you’d be more careful,” he cut in, no judgment in his tone, just worry. “Are cream pies a kink of yours?”

“I don’t know. I just really like it. The thought of letting you guys fuck me one after the other and filling me with cum makes me all tingly.”

“Jesus Christ, talking like that is going to get you knocked up,” he said before backtracking. “I didn’t mean to bring that up. Sorry.”

“We can talk about it, Reid,” I said softly, glancing over my shoulder at him. “A selfish part of me wishes we could say fuck it and try again. I know that’s stupid as fuck, but?—”

“A selfish part of me wishes for that too,” he answered, dropping a kiss to my shoulder.

“The cycle of poverty and suffering should end with us, right? We shouldn’t continue it,” I said weakly, leaning back on him as one of his hands lifted to my chest to tease my nipple.

“We are ending it. We’re going to make something of ourselves, I don’t know how, but we will. We’ll have jobs, and a nice house with a yard for our kids to play in. Maybe a dog,” he said against my skin as he kissed my neck. “We can definitely all fuck you and fill you with cum to see how quick we can knock you up too.”

I shivered, his hand sliding down to my pussy to brush my clit.

“Reid—”

“I love that you love dirty talk. I could tell you all damn day the things I want to do to you,” he chuckled, nipping my ear. “You want it sweet or filthy?”

“Filthy.”

“We need a proper bed again so I can lay you on your back with your head hanging over the edge. I could fuck your throat with my hands around it, feeling the bulge of my cock,” he said without hesitation, my pussy clenching. “Or I could bend you over and fuck you again and again until there’s more of my DNA in your body than your own.”

I squirmed, my heart rate spiking as he suddenly spun me around and devoured my mouth, two of his fingers pushing inside me as his thumb worked my clit. A moan left me, my hands grabbing for him to keep my balance on the slippery floor.

Shower sex was dangerous, and we hadn't even gotten to the sex part yet.

I almost slipped when he practically shoved me against the wall, moving his hand faster as he bit my lip. Blindly, I reached for his dick and wrapped my hand around it, his fingers faltering for a second as I stroked him.

“You’re so fucking hard,” I panted, making him growl.

“I’m always hard when you’re around.”

A curse left him as I ran my thumb across his slit, my free hand ending up in his hair as if he could kiss me deeper.

It was hot, desperate, and I felt like I was going to die if he stopped.

The tingles started, my muscles bunching in anticipation as he kept fucking me frantically with his fingers, the pressure on my clit not changing until I came so hard my knees buckled.

He caught me with his free arm, continuing to rub my clit as he slowed, but he suddenly went fast again on my clit until I squirted all over his hand with a shriek.

I was shaking, my heart beating so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

Without a word, he pulled his hand away from my pussy, lifting me so that I was wedged between him and the wall. With both hands, I grabbed his face and kissed him, some of the desperation gone now that I’d come.

I felt him hesitate before he gripped me tighter with one arm, murmuring for me to hold onto his shoulders. Once he knew I wasn’t going to slip, he let go with one hand and fisted his cock, kissing me so sweetly as he lined himself up with my pussy and started pushing inside.

I gasped and he swallowed the sound as he sank all the way in, returning his other arm around me to get a better grip. My legs tightened around him, holding on as he started thrusting.

“You sure you want me to come in you?” he asked, his mouth trailing along my jaw and down my throat.

“Please. I want your cum,” I begged, my eyes sliding to the door as Logan appeared. He didn’t seem surprised to see what we were doing, making me wonder just how loud we’d been.

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