Page 78 of Liars and Liaisons

I gasp at the intrusion, somehow so different from the way he invaded me moments ago. This is all so wrong, so depraved, but I can’t seem to make any of it stop.

Maybe I’m way more fucked up than I ever realized.

The mask stays on as he notches against me, his bulbous crown hot where it parts me. “Gonna call out for God this time? Think he might be able to hear out here?”

I flatten my palms at my sides, nails digging into the dirt. “I don’t believe in God.”

His masked face inches closer to mine. A chill sweeps over my wet flesh, bared for his viewing pleasure. “You will.”

One second, he’s gliding his length through my arousal, spreading his blood and collecting me on him. A distant part of me wonders if there’s ever been this much fluid exchanged during sex in the history of it, but that thought quickly dissipates when I feel him move forward.

“Relax,” he murmurs, keeping those green eyes on mine. His hands come to my knees, holding them open as he begins to inch his way inside. “Relax and let me in, dirty girl. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

When I don’t move, he grunts. “You want that A, Miss Artinos? Show me you deserve it. Let’s see how snug my cock fits in you, see if this sweet little pussy is worth her merit. If you can do what your little cock sleeve is supposed to and milk my dick, I’ll give you an A. Hell, I’ll tattoo gold stars right on your perfect tits. That way, you always know how well you did.”

“Shit,” I mutter, clenching my fists as he slowly—so fucking slowly—stretches me. “You’re too big. How did you ever fit before?”

He doesn’t comment, instead tilting his chin down to focus. I feel his fingers on my clit again, and a steady hum starts in my veins, making me release an ounce of tension from my body.

“Goddamn. You’re so wet.”

“Probably the blood,” I joke through slightly gritted teeth.

Huffing, he shifts again, pulling the tip out. “I might blow before I’ve even gotten in.”

He bumps up against me once more, and this time, I don’t even have a chance to let out a noise when he shoves all the way in.

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Searing,annihilating pain shoots through me, immobilizing me and stealing my vision for a beat. My nails press into the ground and my eyes slam shut, attempting to keep out the agony.

My heart lurches into my throat. I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’tspeak. I’m full—so fucking full—but I can’t even focus on that with the ache in my soul, between my thighs, reverberating in my pussy.

I’m dizzy. High on him at the same time it feels like I’m dying.

How many times do you have to do it before it stops hurting?

“Open your eyes.”

A small whimper wriggles its way from me, but I manage to peel one lid back. Through the mask, his eyes blaze a bright green in the moonlight, and it feels so different from the first time I saw him in it. Equally thrilling, but somehow more concrete.

I feel him retreat, his engorged cock scraping my inner muscles. Then, in a painstakingly fluid motion, he pushes back in, all the way until his hips are flush with mine. Pressure strikes my lower abdomen, warmth spreading throughout my body as the pain begins to subside.

The next thrust starts the same—the slow pull out, the incomparable sense of loss. It quickly turns brutal though, and my arms grate against the earth as he pushes me up a few inches with the force.

“You’re a virgin.”

I can barely concentrate as he saws in and out of me, making my tits bounce.

Is it that obvious that I don’t know what I’m doing?

“Well, Iwas. We kind of obliterated that at the fundraiser.”

Picking up speed, he mutters a curse under his breath. Grasping my hip in his hand, he takes the other and rolls my nipple under his thumb. A second later, he dips his head and takes the hardened peak between his lips, sucking so hard that my back bows completely off the ground.

Snaking his arm around my waist, he presses his palm into my back, keeping me up while he fucks me. If my inexperience is a turnoff, he doesn’t let it show, driving in and out with a savagery that makes my vision swim.

Sweat slicks down the sides of my face, and our collective moans fill the air. I lift a hand, tentatively letting it coast across his chest, wishing he weren’t still wearing his clothing.

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