Page 86 of One Little Lie
He’s going to wreck me.
“Mine,” he growls. His hand slides through the hair on my scalp until he has a fistful, then he tugs my face to his. “I will never let you go again.”
My eyes go wide while unshed tears threaten. “Promise?”
His body ripples with tension. “Oh, Rylan. Like I ever had a goddamn choice? I’ve been hanging on to you in here,” he rasps, shoving an angry finger against his temple. “If I can have you here?” He points to his heart. “They’ll have to pry you from my cold, dead hands.”
Leaning in, his teeth graze my earlobe. “Tell me, sweetheart. Did you let him fuck your mouth?”
Holy shit.Hatty is angry at the world, and right now, his focus, his anger, is on erasing every sexual encounter that didn’t include him.
I shake my head no, as I shift my weight from one foot to the other, causing a blissful pleasure between my legs. He presses his body firmly into mine, but his hands stay clenched in tight fists at his sides.
“Words,” he snaps.
I narrow my eyes, not sure if I like his tone but unable to deny the insane arousal it causes.
“No, Hatty. He didn’t fuck my mouth. Sex …”Shit. I’ve never talked openly about sex with anyone. His eyes narrow, and his nostrils flare as he waits for me to continue. “Sex was never emotional. It was never all-consuming. It was a connection that ended the second we pulled apart.” I chance a peek up at him through my lashes. His face is an unreadable mask. “Sex was never like it is with you.”
His chest puffs out on a quick inhale of breath.
I know what he wants before he speaks. He’s already putting pressure on my head to guide me to my knees, and I lick my lips. I’ve given blow jobs before, but I have never once been turned on by doing it. I knew before I even touched him that was about to change.
“Get on your knees, princess.”
I bristle at the nickname, but with one glance into the stormy depths of his eyes, I forget all about it.
I sink to the floor. The cold tiles press unforgivingly into my knees. Hatty stares down at me, and his cock jerks against his stomach. I don’t need to be told what to do. With my hands on my thighs, I lean forward. Then I keep leaning until my face is close to the weeping head of his shaft.
He holds my gaze as he widens his stance and bends his knees to give me better access. His cock stands at full attention, and I tilt my head, so my nose grazes the side of it, then stick my tongue out and run it along the underside from root to tip.
“Fuck,” he hisses before a growl erupts when I take him into my mouth fully.
I take him in as far as I can, pulling back when my eyes begin to water. Then, he threads his hands into my hair, and I whimper at the contact.
He wants to fuck my mouth. I nod and mumble my consent through a mouth full of him. Hatty takes full advantage as I relax my jaw and watch in awe as he pistons in and out between my lips. I gag when he reaches my limit, but he doesn’t pull back right away. He holds himself there, concentrating on my eyes as something I’m too afraid to name passes between us.
“Mine,” he roars before he rips himself from my mouth.
Gasping for air, I sit back on my knees, but he’s already reaching for me. He hauls me to my feet with no effort on his part. I blink away the tears his cock caused, but I don’t have time to recover from one sensation before another assaults me. Hatty rips my clothes from my body and lifts me, so my bare ass sits on the stainless-steel counter.
It’s cold, and I gasp as he places a hand on my sternum and guides me to lie back. Flour covers the cool surface, adding to the strange sensations buzzing through my body.
“Open your legs, Rylan.”
Lifting my head, I find him standing in front of me, his gaze watching, waiting for me to open to him, and I do without hesitation. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for this man. With my inhibitions gone, I lift my legs so my heels are on the edge of the counter and let my knees fall open.
“Fucking perfect.”
Seeing the rapture on his face is too much, and my head falls back. Turning to the side, I have a moment of panic that we’re in GG’s kitchen. A working kitchen with no locks and a lodge full of Westbrooks.Anyone could walk in at any—
I lose all thought as Hatty’s tongue takes one aggressive swipe at my slit.
“Gah!” I’m panting, and it was one lick. “Hatty,” I beg.
His mouth closes over my pussy, and he sucks, flicks, tugs, and teases until I’m writhing in a mess of flour and sweat.
“You’re going to come on my tongue first, princess. Then again on my fingers, and then on my cock.”
