Page 58 of Bitter Lies

I crave the challenge. I want to be pushed. Tested. Find my limits, then see if he can make me break them.

“Touch yourself,” he growls, grabbing my jaw and tilting my head back to give him access. “Do you like my cock?”

I moan a yes, then run my tongue along his pulsing vein. When he tugs my hair, I suck harder. His size is enough to make my jaw ache, but I refuse to stop until he tells me to.

“Has a man spilled his cum down your pretty throat before?” He draws back and pulls out, a thin strand of saliva stretching between us before it breaks.

“No.” The word is barely out before he’s sliding back in.

When his tip bumps the back of my throat, he pauses. A strange sensation overtakes my body. I fight the urge to gag and focus on breathing.

Staring down at me, he says, “If I take this too far, tap my leg. Nod if you agree.”

I nod and moan with anticipation of bringing this man to his knees.

“You ready to swallow me down that tight throat of yours, princess? Relax and breathe through your nose.” Slowly, he draws back before feeding me more of his cock. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. I love watching my cock slide into your hot mouth. Pretty red lips, tears spilling down your cheeks as you fight the urge to gag. The way you push through. You’re greedy. Do you want more?”

I moan, and he doesn’t disappoint. He fucks my mouth with intent. Not too hard, but with enough force, I know it’s getting him off as much as it is me.

My fingers slide over my clit, toying with it. When I taste the first drops of him on my tongue, I’m close to losing it.

“Fuck.” Aiden grunts as he throws his head back and tugs on my hair, making my scalp sting. “Jesus. Swallow.”

I do, savoring him as he spills his cum down my throat. I swallow again and again to make sure I don’t choke.

When my orgasm hits me hard, I tap his leg. If I don’t stop, I’m afraid I’ll pass out.

He has me up and in his arms, his hand taking over, rubbing my clit. His lips find mine, drawing my climax out for me.

The cold tile of the shower wall slams against my back, catching me by surprise. Warm water washes over me as he holds me there, fucking me with his hand now.

“Aiden. More.” A deep, instinctual drive seizes me, and goosebumps prickle my skin. “I need you inside me.”

He grits his teeth as he admits, “I don’t have a condom in here. Fuck.”

Catching my breath, I take a minute, then decide I don’t care.

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control. An implant.” Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his hard length and guide it to my entrance. “I’m clean. It’s been a couple of years since my last partner.”

His grip shifts from my throbbing center to my hip, squeezing so tightly that I expect to find bruises there later. “Same.”

I lift an eyebrow, pretty sure he’s only referring to the being clean part.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been busy. Haven’t found a woman worth fucking.”

There’s a deeper reason behind his celibacy. I can feel it. I’ll get to the bottom of it later. Right now, all I care about is him inside me, feeding the craving he’s stirred to life.

“Are you ready?” he asks, inserting only the tip.

“So ready.” I dig my nails into his back and hold on.

God, the man is big. As he slides in, I feel my body stretching to accommodate him. Each forward thrust presses my back harder into the wall until he’s all the way inside.

He pauses. Takes a moment to catch his breath while staring into my eyes.

I expected this to be a hard, fast fuck, one that had me sore for days. I never took him for the type who enjoyed drawing it out and taking it slow.

Boy, was I wrong. He’s one of those, and this is going to destroy me in a whole other way.