Page 22 of Deceiver

I’ve never met a man with a mind so twisted.

So fucking damaged.

“You know what to say if you want it to stop.”

He knows I won’t say it, he knows it just as well as I do. I won’t say stop because not a single part of me doesn’t want this.

Dropping to his knees in front of me when I don’t say a word, he buries his face between my legs. The moment his tongue lashes out and glides up my pussy and over my clit, I jerk. It takes everything inside me not to cry out, moan, scream his name, grip his hair, beg for more. He licks with a precision that is dangerous, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants to make me crazy. He wants to send me over the edge.

His tongue slows, and then quickens, and then slows again, bringing me to release and then settling it, then bringing me back again. Over and over he does this until my fingers are digging into the fallen tree I’m sitting on, my fingertips burning as I grate them along the flaky timber. My legs are tight around his head, my bottom lip is wedged between my teeth, and I’m panting at a rate that has my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy.

I don’t want him to stop though.

The pressure building inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Having his mouth on me again feels like heaven.

I have needed him in the last few weeks more than he could ever know.

Even if I can’t put my hands on him, knowing that right now, in this moment, he’s with me, is enough to dull the ache in my chest.

I find my orgasm, unable to hold it back anymore.

The pressure that has built inside me, the pressure I’ve been hanging onto, comes exploding forth in a rush of liquid that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Pulse after pulse brings another gush and, horrified, I try to scramble back but am stopped by Western digging his fingers into my thighs so harshly I bite into my lip, quickly tasting blood.

It takes all my power not to cry out at the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life, the explosion was out of this world, and as Western pushes up from between my legs, I notice him swipe my arousal from his skin, his eyes flaring as they meet mine, a look of desire in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. I know what happened, I’ve seen enough videos to know what squirting looks like, but I’ve never experienced it before.

I didn’t think it was possible.

Reaching for his jeans, Western jerks them down, freeing his cock. He takes a step forward, taking my legs and pulling me forward, making my bottom skitter along the wood, the sharp sting of little splinters digging into my skin. It’s aggressive, but I have never been more turned on in my life. Without so much as a word, Western presses his cock to my entrance and pushes inside.

I open my mouth, a silent gasp escaping my lips as pressure causes my insides to throb and ache in the most delicious way. Western doesn’t hold back, he begins a slow torment on my body, dragging himself in and out, building me up to the most exquisite level before picking up the pace and fucking me so deep and so hard the pleasure is absolutely unexplainable.

It takes me to a different place, a new world, somewhere I’ve never been before.

My entire body trembles as I orgasm, but I’m silent, as silent as the night.

The shudders coming from me rock the both of us, and Western’s growls fill the cool night air, a sound that will forever imbed itself into my memory. The low guttural groan as he finds his release, deep inside me, relieves some of the anguish I’ve felt for the past two weeks. That relief is short lived, and, as always, Western snaps reality back as quickly as he takes it away.

The moment our bodies stop trembling, he pulls back. As quickly as he was there, he’s gone. An empty void grips my chest, and I suddenly feel very exposed as he jerks up his jeans. I push up, every part of me wobbly, and as I let my eyes scan over him, I can’t help the words that leave my lips. “You can’t tell me you didn’t want that just as much as I did. You can’t deny that we have something.”

He glances at me, any hint of emotion long gone as he rasps out in a low voice, “You didn’t think you’re the only woman I’ll be fucking tonight, did you?”

His words crush me in a way no words have ever done before. They dive into the deepest parts of me, twisting until there is nothing left but an ugly, tangled mess.

Angry, unwanted tears burst forth. I wasn’t expecting them, and, therefore, I don’t have the time to fight them back. I get it, he has had a horrible start to life and because of that he’s bitter, but to be able to stand in front of someone and cut them down as if you have no emotions whatsoever, is a new kind of monster.

I push to my feet, my hands trembling as I jerk down my dress, the warm cum trailing down my leg as I stand. I don’t care. I don’t have a single fucking care. I can’t take it anymore. Can’t take this damaged, broken man destroying me little by little. How did I ever allow myself to fall in love with him? To actually believe there was good inside? There isn’t. It was all a lie. The entire thing nothing but bullshit.

“You know what?” I say, taking a step forward just as he turns his back to me, going to walk away. “I’m done with you. If that’s what you wanted, you successfully got it. I’ll tell you something, though. You will spend the rest of your days living a very lonely fucking existence if you continually treat people the way you just treated me.”

He glances at me over his shoulder. “I don’t want people.”

“Well, that’s super, because you fucking have none. Go to hell, Western. God knows that’s where you belong.”

I storm past him, the tears soaking my cheeks as I rush to find my way out of this place. I slam into Remy just as I make it back toward the group of people, and his hands go to my shoulders.

“Hey, whoa, is everything okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

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