Page 47 of A Villain’s Lies

“He deserved it, little bitch cunt he was.”

“You have a screw loose, you know that?”

“Yes, and that loose screw would very much like to be in you.” Grayson winks at me.

“Oh, fuck me.” I roll my eyes.

“I’m trying to, but you keep on backing away.” He reaches for me again, and I let him grab me this time. As he pulls me to him, my hands land on his chest, and before I can think or even do a single thing, he lifts me up so my legs wrap around his waist and his hands go to my ass. My skirt has ridden up, and his hands are on my bare skin, which he seems to enjoy quite a lot as he squeezes my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you now. This is your last chance to run away.”

I say nothing as I stare at his lips, hypnotized by them. Finally, he seems to get it because he leans in and kisses them, plundering my mouth and erasing my every rational thought.

After a brief moment, I pull back quickly, breaking the spell. “I still don’t like you,” I tell him, and he laughs.

“Just keep telling yourself that.” He tosses me on the bed, my ass bouncing on the mattress. I’m so distracted by him I didn’t even notice we had moved. I sit up on my elbows and look at him, trying to school my features to not look as bewildered as I am. His fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers before he pulls them down. Reaching for a condom, he slides it on, never once breaking eye contact with me.

“Would you like me to undress you?”

I shrug in response, not really caring and too shocked to speak.

Grayson sees where my eyes are and leans down until his whole body is covering mine as he gets close to my ear. “Don’t worry…it will fit.” I want to laugh, really, I do. But in truth, I was actually worried about that. I’ve seen a lot of cocks in my line of work,` but Grayson puts them all to shame.

He pulls away and reaches for my skirt. Slowly, he removes it from my hips and down my legs, then repeats the process with my panties before he leans in and takes the hem of my shirt between his teeth. He raises it, and then I feel his tongue on my belly before he kisses it. I jump at the contact and wonder, how long has it been since I had sex?

Six months?

Maybe more.

Shit.

I’m confident in the bedroom, don’t get me wrong. I can be dominant or soft when needed. I am flexible, but once I decided not to fuck complete strangers, I stopped fucking altogether. I have a purple pussy eater at home that does the trick just right.

So why do I need someone else?

Grayson is showing me exactly why I do.

His lips trace up to my breast, pushing my shirt up further as he goes. I was in a rush and may have forgotten to put a bra on. As soon as the shirt reaches my head, I lift and pull it the rest of the way off.

He smirks, moving back down my body until he gets to my pussy. He kisses it softly before his tongue darts out and licks my slit. I jolt, and he pushes my hips down and keeps on going, holding me still and not stopping, even when I buck. He takes my hands and puts them on his head. I’m so lost in what he’s doing with his mouth that my fingers automatically grab every strand I can get a hold of and pull. I guide him without even realizing I’m doing it.

He fucks me with his mouth before he slides a finger in me, then another, thrusting them in and out. My breaths rush in and out of my mouth. The sensation intense, incredible and overwhelming at once. My hands yank at his hair, desperate for release. I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I reach the moment when I can’t take it anymore. “Please.” My words are a whispered prayer. Grayson takes pity on me. His rhythm slows down to long, painfully teasing licks, his fingers speeding up, and I come holding back a scream of pleasure.

My hands leave his hair and tangle through my own as I settle down from that high.

Shit, he is good with his mouth.

Before I can say anything, he is above me, and I can feel him at my entrance. He pushes in but doesn’t go far.

“Sugar.”

“Hmm?” I hum, in a state of bliss, but I’m already hungry for more.

He leans down until his lips touch mine, and I don’t even care that they were just on my pussy.

“I want you to remember something,” he says quietly.

“Hmm?” I say again. No coherent words are leaving me.

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