Page 35 of Filthy Liar

Jason never fucked me in anger before. He always let me take the lead, and it was me that seduced him with cunning and ease. Surprisingly sweet, not-so-surprisingly effective. I liked him back then. I don’t like him anymore.

He’s proven himself kind—but I knew that. The thing is, I’m older now. Jaded. Brittle to the bludgeon of truth that it doesn’t matter howkinda man is if he’s also a criminal. A henchman of the worst sort.

A murderer—or at best, an apologist for murderers.

The biggest mistake I ever made was falling for him. I won’t do that again. But use him for some stress relief? I can do that. And it’s even better if he’s mean about it.

“I need a shower,” I whisper as he hauls me back into his arms.

“You think I fucking care about that after five years?”

I cry his name. He swallows it, then my next sound as well.

He grips my hair in a gentle fist and tugs us apart. Then he gives me the sternest fucking look I’ve ever seen. “I want you bent over the bed. That’s how I liked you best, remember?”

My thighs shake. I remember just fine. Never a bed, but he did like to bend me over his desk, plant one of his solid hands on my back to hold me down, and pound me from behind. I liked it, too.

“I want your ass in the air so high your pussy aches from being exposed to me.”

I always did like his filthy mouth. Both for the words it can string together and the way it moves against my skin. The chemistry between us hasn’t changed in my absence. If anything, it’s even more incendiary now than when I was his dirty little office secret.

But he wasn’t the only one keeping filthy lies to themselves.

He’s still not.

This is a terrible idea.I don’t care. He strips me naked and I crawl onto the bed, presenting myself to him shamelessly. I need this. I need an escape, I need to slither back into an old version of myself that could do this with wild abandon.

See me.

Want me.

Need me.

Take me.

Of course it’s not that simple. Tomorrow we’ll be at odds again, but right now, I’m a body in need of pleasure and Jason’s brand of punishing fucks delivers precisely what I want.

He swats lazily at my ass, then my thighs, wordlessly correcting my pose. I get a pleased squeeze when my cunt is shoved up enough, then his fingers slide between my eager wet folds.

I’m already soaked for him, a needy mess, but he doesn’t rush this part.

Fingering me was always Jason’s preferred foreplay. Sometimes it was the whole deal. He would get me off, then carry the scent of me on him as he went about his business.

I think it’s more than that, though. I think there’s something about putting his fingers inside my body that is even more intimate for him than fucking me with his cock. Right now, he’s behind me and I can’t see him, but I can imagine that he’s watching, hypnotized by the view of his fingers sliding in and out of my pink hole. Stretching me, taking up space where it literally didn’t exist until he pushed those thick fingers into my pussy.

It’s a head game for him. His fingers, a cunt he’s going to ruin with his cock. I feel tight around his fingers, however will his massive dick fit… But even as I mock that a little in my head, I squirm against his slow, thrusting digits. The head game works on me, too.

I love being destroyed by him. I love the way he stretches me and consumes me.

“Jesus,” he breathes.

And I realize the dirty talk had drifted away, that we were both just panting now. Needy, horny, and way too emo for my liking.

“Fuck me, Jason,” I breathe. He liked it when I used his name. I’m never above manipulating him for my own purposes. “I want to feel it. Make me feel it.”

He growls and rolls me over, roughly, then looms above me. He’s naked now, a beast of a man. Rippling muscles and a heavy, rigid cock. He has a condom on, and that’s all I can see—the club he’s going to impale me with, and oh how I’ve missed this.I’ve missed him. The realization ripples through me like a bladed shiver. It’s a dangerous thought. I can contain it, of course. I’m made of sterner stuff than melting desire. I can want Jason right now, savor all the horrible things he’ll do to my body, and still walk away.

I have to be able to walk away.

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