Page 145 of Pay for Your Lies

“I’ll get you all the mulled wine you want, love,” He whispers back hotly, his hand reaching under my skirt to rip a hole in my tights right over my pussy, “Just let me come inside you first.”

Wetness pools in my lower abdomen at his dirty words.

He stares into my eyes with an intense look as he wets two fingers in his mouth and brings them to my center. I arch into his touch, my hips seeking more, urging him to push those fingers inside me, but he pulls away, moving them back to rub my clit.

“I’m waiting.”

“Fuck me, Rhys.”

He slams his fingers home the moment the words leave my lips and my mouth falls open on a silent scream. With the way my legs are spread and stretched on either side of his, he has unfettered access to thrust into me roughly, and he does.

My eyes flutter close but a sharp smack on my ass has them opening just as quickly.

“Eyes on me,” he grunts, scissoring his fingers inside me, “You look at me or I stop.”

I nod my head vigorously, madly, desperate to keep his fingers going inside me.

He’s merciless like he so often is, treating me with care and affection one second and like a slut he cares nothing about the next.

I love it. I fucking love that he doesn’t treat me like I’m made of glass and easily breakable. He gives me everything, shows me all of him, and I take it all gluttonously.

It’s thrilling and maddening and makes me feel close to him in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else.

His fingers curl, rubbing against a sensitive spot inside me that has the oxygen leaving my lungs. He fingers me unrestrainedly, and I feel myself getting light headed as I fight to breathe but find myself incapable of doing so.

It’s like my mind is so focused on the assault of his fingers that it no longer knows how to fire synapses to make me breathe.

“Look at you,” he purrs, satisfaction clear in his voice, “you can’t even breathe.”

His other hand closes around my throat and squeezes, my body responding as if recognizing its master as he pulls a sizable breath from my mouth.

“Enough. Breathe when I fuck you.” He orders.

He pulls his fingers out right before making me come and I let out a disappointed whine before he silences me by placing the head of his cock at my entrance. I hadn’t even noticed he’d unbuttoned his pants and taken it out.

I expect him to plunge inside me but instead he drops back onto his elbows on the bed and looks down the length of his stomach to where his cock rests against my pussy.

He licks his lips as his eyes glaze over, “Put me inside you.”

I shift my weight into my knees and wrap my hand around his thick, hard length, eliciting a rough grunt from Rhys. I guide him back to my entrance and hold him there as I lower myself onto him.

The head pushes through my folds and breaches my opening. Once he’s in, I release him and place my palms down on his chest as I continue lowering myself down on his length with exquisite slowness.

He’s halfway inside me and this feels different than any other time.

This angle with me in control has every delicious inch stretching me further than ever before and I know I’m going to feel him for days after we’re done.

I relish the power I have over him in this position, controlling the pace, depth, and angles, but of course he doesn’t let me keep it that way for long.

His hand comes down to grip my waist as he slams home with a brutal move of the hips, easily retaking dominance.

His hands keep me pressed down on him, my clit rubbing against his pelvis, but he doesn’t move.

His eyes are feral with lust and his nostrils flare as he fixates on the place where we’re joined. Watching every inch of his length disappearing inside me and the way I sit on him, making it impossible to tell where he ends and I begin.

“Rhys,” I say, afraid to move because the stretch is so tight, “this feels so good.”

His eyes slink from my pussy up to my face as he issues a two word command.

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