Page 140 of Beautiful Liar

Her mouth purses and she concedes the argument. “It was good.”

My gaze fixates on her hands. I grit my teeth as her thumb catches a drop of pre-cum and spreads it down the underside of my cock. “Just good?” I grate.

“Okay, it was better than good.”

“Do you like him, Lucky? This guy you’re seeing behind my back?”

“It’s not behind your back. And…yes, I like him.”

I allow myself a smile. The sensation of it feels strange but I let it linger, and something lightens in my chest. Her hands tighten around my cock and the smile turns into a groan.

“Are you trying to distract me, firecracker?”

“Yes.”

“You’re doing a superb job,” I growl. “Jack it harder.”

Her grip firms and my vision blurs. My head slams back into the seat, and I can’t help the muted roar that rips through my throat.

I’m about a minute, tops, from coming. “Mouth, baby. I want your mouth.”

Her soft lips close around my thick head, and my hips buck in wild response. Once I’m wet with her saliva, she attempts to take more of me. She works me in like a champ, her tongue circling and flicking like little flames of torture. In moments, she takes me to another plane.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

As sensation reels through me, I crack open a strange new door, and I contemplate what my life would’ve been like had I not been set on this path. Would I have found happiness with a woman like Elyse ‘Lucky’ Gilbert? Filled her cute little womb with my babies and let her shower them with love? She’s capable of it. Tonight I witnessed her compassion for Quinn. Watched her soft eyes drench with sympathy for his insanity.

The picture grows. Its vividness threatens the obsidian foundations of my destiny. Enough to trigger a thick vein of desperation, which in turn triggers anger.

I buck harder into her mouth. She gags and tries to raise her head. I plunge my fingers into her hair and hold her still. “Take it!”

I tense in anticipation of her refusal. Instead, she takes a deep, noisy breath through her nose. Then opens her throat.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Fire shoots through my balls, and I explode down her gorgeous throat. I come like a torrent, my curses ripping through the room as I buck like a fucking demented thoroughbred.

She swallows every single drop, a sultry little smile of triumph teasing her lips.

I don’t have the energy to call her on it. Instead, I bask in it as she gently massages my balls. I take five to catch my breath, then pat my thighs. “Come here, baby.”

Lucky rises and climbs onto my lap. I’m still erect, and my cock rests between her pussy lips when she spreads her legs on either side of me. Her hips circle in cute little jerks as she fights the need to plunge down and fill her snug cunt with my cock.

“Stay,” I warn.

She whimpers, but her hands rise to rest on my shoulders. Her fingers play with the hair on my nape as I take turns licking and sucking her beautiful nipples. Her wetness soaks the head of my cock, but she doesn’t go beyond teasing herself with my tip.

“My little firecracker, you’re so good,” I murmur against her skin. “Do you want to be rewarded for being my excellent little slave?”

“I’m not your…” She stops. I look up to catch her biting her lip. “Yes,” she blurts.

I laugh. Another titanium string anchoring me to my blackness snaps free. My laughter strangles.

What the fuck is going on?

“Stand up. Turn ninety degrees to your left and walk forward in a straight line. Slowly.”

She tenses at my hard tone, but she does as she’s told. I get off the sofa and kick off my pants. My dick is rock hard again. The sight of her, black stockings caressing her legs, swaying sinuously on those heels, turns me harder still.

I prowl after her. “Hands out in front of you now.”

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