Page 25 of Twisted Lies 3
He cocked a brow at me. “Can’t? Or won’t?”
My pulse accelerated at his question, and my eyes narrowed as he did the unthinkable. He stepped back and started stroking his engorged manhood tauntingly.
Dammit! What a cunt tease.
It was straight-up torture as I watched the way he touched himself. Nothing screamed confidence more than a man not afraid of tantalizing his sensual side. My breath became more ragged. Warmth pooled between my thighs. I was so close to the edge that I wasn’t above begging for his shaft. And from the smoldering calculation in his gray eyes, Core knew it.
Stubbornly, I ran through multiple scenarios in my head.One, tell him to go fuck himself, go home, and finish myself off with my trusty and reliable vibrator, Beast. Or two, beg for the privilege of taking him down my throat.Option one would never satisfy me now that I’d had a glimpse of his hard flesh. Option two . . .Oh, hell no. I’d never had to beg to take a man into my mouth in my entire life.
His stroke became more sensual, slower and methodical.
Shit. He’s trying to drive me insane.
I blew out a breath. “Please, Core.” I bit my lip and quickly added, “May I suck your cock?”
His stoic expression turned grim. “No.” Steel laced his tone.
I stiffened at his response.Motherfucker!I swiveled my head, unable to meet his tauntingly hot gaze.
“But you may lick it. Slowly.” His voice was full of authority.
I forced myself to gaze at him again. I tightened my fists.
His lips twitched into a mockery of a smile.
I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath. I grabbed his girth, feathering my tongue over him, swirling the salty precome from the tip of his crown, savoring the earthy taste of him. Cupping his balls, I rolled my fingers over his tight sac. My other hand firmly gripping him, I explored the peaked ridge just under the head of his shaft with my tongue.
“Enough.” His rough command drew me to a halt.
I let out a strangled cry. My chest heaved as I rested my head against his hard thigh.
His hand ventured to the back of my head. He tugged my hair with his fingers, forcing my gaze upward. “Let me show you how I want my cock sucked.” His tone was edgy. “Open your mouth.”
His command made my insides tingle. No man had ever talked to me that way. He was pushing my limits, breaking me down, taking everything I’d worked so hard to maintain . . . to control.
I embraced his length with both hands before my lips greedily slid over the head of his arousal. Core’s hands threaded through my hair, as though savoring the feel of it. The low groans coming from him spurred me on.
He tightened his hand, jerking my hair. He grew bigger in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down over his wide shaft. The more I tasted, the more I hungered. With every flick of my tongue, the hard grip of his fingers against my head seemed to turn me on even more. I fed him into my throat, taking it all. His hard shaft was thick and broad, like him. My lips stretched around his man flesh.
He spread his knees wider. “That’s it. Suck me good.”
I hummed as he started a slow slide in and out between my lips.
A fog of desire clouded my vision. All I could think of was bringing him pleasure.
His groan deepened, becoming more of a growl, charging the erotic tension even more. “More tongue. Suck harder,” he hissed.
His dark words sent me spiraling to the edge of a lust-induced frenzy. My body quivered with a fire I’d never felt before. I didn’t give a shit about how wild he was making me or my running mascara or smudged lipstick.
I didn’t think. I just felt liberated and bizarrely in control of Core.
I closed my eyes briefly, letting out a strangled sound. My tongue stroked every bump and ridge of his flesh. Moving up and down on him, I sucked him harder. I was thrilled when his hands moved to my head again, positioning me over his member.
“Wider.” He tightened his fists even more in my hair. “Open your mouth wider.”
I did, and he shoved his staff until he was lodged against the back of my throat. He was huge, the size of my wrist, but I didn’t back away or struggle. Holding still, I relaxed my throat to keep from gagging. My tongue slid along his length as I breathed through my nose and swallowed around him.
“Fuck. Do that again.” His voice was hoarse and thick with arousal.
