Page 97 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
Shit.
Was I really going to ask this?
Was this really my kink or was I just desperate for Nash?
Both, I decided and submitted to his will.
“May I swallow your cum?”
“Fuck.”
A mutter.
He looked like he couldn’t believe he had let it slip out.
Or maybe he couldn’t believe I had actually asked that.
Neither could I.
His face remained frozen in a scowl, like he was fighting himself. Two hazel eyes glistened with irritation. That defined jaw clenched. Our eyes met and held, his defiling mine, stripping me down to nothing.
Nash recovered first, unzipping himself. Instead of removing his shirt and sliding the suit pants down, he pulled his erection out and ran his palm down the long, thick length. “Open.”
I parted my lips, slipping the tip of my tongue out. He traced my lips with the head of his cock. Pre-cum smeared across the sensitive skin before he suddenly slid in as far as I could take him.
“Shit,” Nash cursed.
My wrists bit against the belt, needing to place two palms on his thighs and steady my body.
He slid out slowly. His eyes fluttered shut before they popped open, meeting mine. He thrust back into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I struggled to take as much of as him as I could, but I wanted to prove to him I was more than he thought I was.
It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did.
“So fucking good.” He ran a palm through my hair, clutching the messy strands and gripping onto them in a way that hurt so nice. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock.”
His groans lit me up. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as hard as I could, pushing as deep as my body allowed.
When I moaned around his cock, he growled, “You only ever get wet for me, don’t you?”
Yes.
But he couldn’t know.
Even when I spoke to Ben, it was Nash I pictured as I’d touch myself. Nash I’d imagine as I came.
Nash, Nash, Nash.
He invaded my mind, all because of one night I couldn’t wipe from my memory.
I hated his control over me. He didn’t need it. Probably didn’t even want it. But he had it. A gift I couldn’t pry out of his fingers even if I tried.
So, I shook my head—or tried to, but his thrust stopped the movement.
“Such a liar.” Two palms pressed the back of my head until my nose dug against his skin and he slid down my throat. Nash thrust into my mouth again, deep and long, before he pulled out and stroked his length. “Open your mouth, my devious liar.”
He gave me half a second before jets of cum shot out at me. I barely parted my lips in time to catch them. It fell down my chin and dropped onto my chest.
“Don’t swallow yet.” He stepped forward to trace the cum on my chest around a nipple. “Let me see.”
