Page 18 of One Twisted Lie

“That’s right. There you go,” he praises, managing to slip in another finger which I suck in without hesitation. It’s like my ass was already prepped and waiting for him. “Show me how greedy that ass is.”

Oh, it’s so fucking greedy for him.

“Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

I’m pushing back against him, letting him open my ass up, digging my hands into the comforter because it just feels so fucking good. If his fingers, scissoring me until my breath gets taken away feels like this, I can’t wait for his cock. “Yes.”

“Good boy,” he says, and his praise zaps through me, making me moan. “If anything gets too rough, just say something.”

“Like a safeword?”

“Yeah, what’s your word?”

I think it over for a minute. “Grapefruit.”

“Grapefruit it is,” he confirms. “You ready?”

I nod because that’s all I can do. Without being told, I hike my ass further up into the air, wagging it like a fucking present. I can feel his condom-covered tip pressed against my hole. He’s not slow, he’s not gentle, and he’s not sweet. He fucking thrusts into me in one long stroke and Iscream.

But it’s a scream of pleasure. It’s a scream of pure euphoria. It burns, but it burns so fucking good. He stretches me and pleasures me and rips me apart from the inside out, but it feels so sinfully good.

“Oh, princess,” he moans, twisting the back of my shirt in his hands as he pulls me back on his cock. “What a tight ass you have. What a fucking view.”

“Carter…” I moan, reaching behind me to try and hold on to something. “Carter…”

I need something, but I’m not too sure what it is. My ass is so full, but I’m still empty.

“You need me to talk shit to you?”

Is that it? Do I really need him to degrade me? Humiliate me? I have no idea, but I’d take any idea right now. I’m right on the edge, and I need something to push me over.

“I…”

“I won’t make you say it this time,” he grunts. He wraps one hand around the back of my neck while the other shoves his fingers in my mouth. “How does it feel to have the person you hate the most fucking you? What do you think your dad would say if he saw you on all fours taking my cock?”

I groan. That’s it. That’s fucking it. I can feel my orgasm cresting, my body burning, and my lungs screaming for more.

“You think you’re so high and mighty. All you needed was one good hard fuck to put you in your place. Isn’t that right, princess?” he asks, moving his fingers around in my mouth until I’m wantonly sucking on them. “You’re just my slut.”

“Christ,” I mumble around his fingers.

“Say it.”

I’m shameless. I’m absolutely shameless. I’m so fucking lost, so fucking found, so fucking complete.

“I’m your slut,” I say, reaching back and spreading my ass cheeks so he has a better view. “I’m your slut.”

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and slaps my ass, rubbing my saliva all over my cheek. “Louder.”

“I’m your slut. Fuck me,” I beg. “Use me.”

“That’s more like it,” he says, rewarding me by reaching around for my cock. “Using this fucking hole. Going to fill you up with my cum.”

I know he’s wearing a condom but that visual—his cum leaking out of my abused hole—and the way he’s jacking me makes me lose control.

Sorry, Mag, but your bed is covered in my cum now.

I can feel my ass tighten around Carter, and he swears as he squeezes my ass so hard I know it’ll leave marks. He fucks me through both of our orgasms. I fall boneless on the bed, left in a puddle of my own release.

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