Page 108 of Liar
“I’m going to hurt you.”
“Pff. I’m stronger than you think.”
“And after you’ve taken this cock once, I’m going to fuck you again until you won’t know which day is Sunday.”
Don’t say he didn’t warn you.Instead of panic, I’m gripped by an overwhelming joy. I can take the hurt, knowing the promise of pleasure is just ahead.
He flips me onto my back, parts my thighs with his knee, and with slow, deliberate movements, begins to sink into me.
A grunt escapes me.
“That’s a good girl. Relax your muscles.”
“I’m trying,” I grit my teeth. “You’re barely halfway in, yet I’m so full of you.” I wonder if he likes how we feel. If he’ll come this time after unselfishly getting me and only me off last night.
“These motherfucking breasts.” His lips follow his words, and he sucks in a nipple.
I smother a grin, loving his obsession with them.
With a slight thrust forward, he sinks into me. He makes a noise deep in his throat, then pushes deeper.
Sweet Dios. Sweet Dios. Sweet, blessed Dios.
I take a deep breath, anticipating his next move. Only, he surprises me. “Suck,” he orders, offering me two fingers. The same two he had inside me? I part my lips, loving how filthy sex is with him.
I suck.
His eyes darken.
His cock dips forward.
I groan around his fingers.
“Hold on,” he orders, in a harsh whisper. His digits slip from between my lips with a pop. My eyes go wide when he rubs my saliva across my clit.
“Let’s see how fucking wet that greedy pussy can be.”
A jolt of lust hits me, caused by his dirty words, expert fingers, and that big, hot cock wedged halfway inside me.
He rolls his fingertips over me.
Just as it happened last night, I can feel my need begin to grow.
“That’s it. Soak my cock with your juices.”
I moan as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. I arch my hips and accept a few inches more.
He hisses then swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
I never expected my first time would be this wonderful. He’s careful not to hurt me. He’s taking care of me.
And though he won’t say it, I know the truth.
He loves me.
Whether it’s my sudden acceptance of that fact or the glide of his fingertips or the intimacy of him being part of me, I go off like a starburst.
“Jesus. You’re beautiful when you come.”
