Page 32 of Cunning Lies
“Do you always talk this much during sex?” I mumble.
“I don’t hear you telling me to shut up.”
My lips are loose, eager for his. I don’t say anything.
He puts a hand behind my neck, pulling me down so that his lips are by my ear.
“Slide your panties to the side,” he murmurs, “and slide that sweet little pussy onto me until you swallow my cock whole.”
My pussy clenches, already begging for his length, and I pull back, locking eyes with him. At this angle, I’m looking down athim,but he’s controlling me like he knows exactly how to make me his obedient little pet.
And I obey. Pulling my panties to the side, my pussy grips the head of his dick, and that curve pushes against my tender spot. A soft moan erupts through me.
“Does it hurt, baby?” he asks. “It should hurt a good girl like you. But it doesn’t, does it? My cock fits perfectly inside of you. Your pussy was made to please me.”
Those words strike a chord inside of me and my vision tunnels. I try to speak. Try to claim it hurts—at least a little. He’s so big, it’s almost true. But my wetness lets him glide inside of me, erasing that pain. He moves his hips, my clit rubbing against the fabric of my panties.
“Maybe you were born a slut,” he says in a low voice. “Maybe you’ve always wanted a big dick like mine to unlock that hungry little cunt inside of you.”
My limbs shake as he bites my ear. I can barely control myself. His words, his cock, everything about Kenzo keeps me on edge.
“Kenzo,” I barely whisper.
“Fuck, baby,” he says. “You feel good. But I need more.” His hands reach up, grasping my neck, just like our first kiss. Every inch of my body writhes with need. “I’m done with the person you’re pretending to be. I want to see the real Vivian.”
He tightens his grip, and my stomach is rigid, squeezing his dick. I can’t breathe, but I ride his dick harder and faster and his eyes flash with satisfaction as he lets go, giving me air. I gasp and he tries to peel back the layers of my dress to get at my nipple. The dress doesn’t budge, so he hastily opens the zipper at the back until the dress pools around me.
“Lift your hands,” he orders.
I do as I’m told as he yanks the whole thing off of me. Then he lifts me and takes away my panties too. I’m naked and exposed, and he’s still in a suit with only his fat, curved dick twitching in the night air. My need covers his length, that liquid glimmering in the moonlight.
This time, he doesn’t tell me what to do. He pulls me on top of him and shoves his dick inside, a hand around my neck and another pinching my nipple so hard that I wail in pain and pleasure.
“You like being exposed like this?” he murmurs. “My little virgin getting her purity ripped out of her like a fucking whore.”
“I—” I choke out, but it’s so hard to talk. So hard tothink.“I can’t—”
“I don’t give a fuck about what youthinkI want,” he bellows. “I don’t want a virgin. I don’t want your coyness. I wantyou.We aren’t leaving this balcony until you come so hard you can’t breathe.”
A strangeness takes hold of my chest, but I don’t stop myself.
“Then choke me,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate. Both of his hands wrap around my neck until my vision tunnels and blurs—nothing exists except for us, Kenzo staring into my eyes as his dick pumps inside of me. Stars flicker at the edges of my vision and the noise drowns out—all I can hear is his breath. Rapid. Heavy. In and out.
He lets go for a moment and I swallow the sweet air, and he lets out a laugh so hard that I’m sure they can hear him in the pool down below.
“Look at how wet you are.” His eyes flicker down. “You’re soaking my pants. Are you a squirter, Vi?” His eyes darken as a smirk ripples across his mouth. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t answer that question. A virgin like you wouldn’t know whether or not you squirt.”
I move my lips, but nothing comes out. I’ve never had that happen before, but I don’t remember much from having sex anyway. All I want is for his hands to encase around my throat until my body convulses again. I grab his hands, moving them back to my throat.
“You want to lose consciousness on my dick, slut?” he says in a low voice. “If I choke you like a whore, are you going to gush all over my dick like a greedy little bitch?”
I pout, my whole body begging for him to give it to me.
“Please,” I moan.
“Begging like such a polite little cunt,” he growls. “What a good girl.”
