Page 71 of Lies Like Love

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He drags his hands up my inner thighs, all the way to my center, spreading me open for him. “I’ve wanted to play with this perfect pussy for too many fucking years.”

His thumbs graze over me, and my eyes roll back in my head, but I don’t stop watching. His gaze darkening. A tick of a grin I want to swallow and feel all the way to the pit of my stomach.

Jude watches me like a man obsessed, focusing on every reaction he draws out. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do in his hands, and it’s intoxicating.

With his thumb rubbing slow circles over my clit, he grabs his cock in his other hand and pumps it. It’s a sight I’ve imagined in the middle of the night as my hands slipped downward, but no imagery could have done the sight of him justice.

He leans in and rubs the head of his dick over me, putting pressure on my center, before pulling back over and over. A sensation that feels as forbidden as it does hypnotic.

Jude doesn’t bother removing his slacks, the same way he doesn’t bother removing the ripped remains of my dress. He wants to fuck me in it. He wants to remind me of the perfect world he’s going to blemish until there’s no trace of it left.

He presses the thick head of his cock at my entrance, and I can’t help but groan. The size and his piercings are overwhelming to look at, and I have no idea how he’ll fit. But as his hips rock forward and my body aches, it doesn’t matter.

Right. Wrong. All of them.

He’s mine.

“Are you on something?” Jude’s jaw clenches as he rubs himself over me again. “The pill or…”

“The pill.” Not that I’ve needed it lately. And while I’ve never let anyone have sex with me bare, I know why he’s asking, because we make each other reckless.

“Good.” He smirks, pushing his hips forward enough to bring me to the verge of blacking out from the pressure alone. “I’m not fucking you with anything between us, Red. You’re going to feel every inch of this.”

He spits on my pussy, rubbing it around with his cock and making me even more wet. My fingers dig into the couch, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t bury himself where I need him.

As if Jude reads my thoughts, he grins. So dark, so wicked, so deep—I lose myself. And then he brutally thrusts himself in.

A scream rips from my throat with such force it’s silent as he hits me deep. I might as well be a virgin with how my body has to stretch for him. How his hips shift and the barbells create a ripple of pressure that almost sets me off.

I’m not sure how he finds his way deeper, but with a tilt of my hips, he does, blurring my vision.

“Fuck, Fel.” Jude’s fingers dig into my thighs as he sits back slightly to draw himself out, before pounding his hips forward again.

He’s not a gentleman, and he doesn’t wait for me to adjust. He forces me to take him like he’s earned it. And with every thrust, he does. He earns my screams, my shaking bones, my pleasure. I might as well sweep whatever pieces I have left and hand them over because as he fucks me, I hand him all I have left.

“You’re perfect.” He pounds in harder.

One hand reaches for my breast, and he latches his thumb and forefinger onto my nipple, pulling hard. When I scream, he leans down, licking a path from my chest to my mouth and grinning as he hovers over me.

“I’m going to pierce these.” He squeezes my nipple again, and my pussy tightens around his dick as he thrusts in hard and does it again. “And you’re going to fucking love it.”

The pain of him gripping my nipple as he fucks me makes me believe him. I’d let him pull out a needle right now and drive it through because he makes me want everything he’ll offer.

Jude plants his mouth over mine and our tongues battle for space. It’s too much and just enough.

It’s where I belong.

Jude being Jude, he tries to fuck me like he hates me as much as I hate him. But in this moment, I can’t help but wrap my arms around him and force him to connect. I fall into his rhythm and both our hard edges soften for each other, allowing the other in.

He pulls me up to him and we melt into the waves we’re making. Candle wax dripping and coating reality.

It stings.

It burns.

He’s finally mine—even if just for tonight.

Jude digs his fingers into my lower back and holds me tighter as he fucks me. He’s still kneeling on the couch, and I’m not sure how his legs haven’t given out, but he’s a man possessed. Like he’s chasing how I clench around him the harder he thrusts. My entire body shakes like I’m going to explode.

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