Page 36 of House of Lies
I move to her feet, kneeling like I’m about to pray. Which I am. I’m going to worship her body until she wants to give me every truth that lives inside her mind. Grabbing her waist, I pull her closer to me, spreading her legs and lifting her off the floor until her pussy is right in front of my face.
“Does that sound like a lie to you, Wildfire?”
I don’t hear her response, and I’m not sure if she even replies. Placing my hands on her, I bury my tongue between her legs. She bends her knees, bringing them closer to her chest. “Ah, wrong move. This sweet pussy is so fucking wet for me, and you’re going to be a good girl and show it to me.”
She moans, parting her legs in the air. Exactly how I want her. The storm outside doesn’t seem to stop soon, and the only sound within the house is made by my fingers plunging into her soaked pussy. She writhes beneath me as I press my tongue against her ass entrance.
“What are you?—”
Her thoughts are cut short by my tongue sinking into her tight hole. I’m going to own her ass one day, together with everything else she has to offer. I alternate between her ass and her clit. She’s wet, needy, and so, so ready for me. I spread her wetness with my fingers, mixing it with my spit, and suck my middle finger before I push the fingertip inside her. She whimpers, her breath cut short. My finger curls inside her, and my tongue lavishes attention on her clit. I slip my hand on her body, twisting her nipple as I make my way up, aiming for her neck. Her body is arched on the floor, her ass pressed against my chest.
“I want your pretty cunt to come for me, Caelia. Only for me.”
I feel her body tensing, trying to fight this. She’s too stubborn to come on command, but it has happened before and will happen again. Her body hums for me. She could lure me to sleep with her moans. I slip out her ass so I can push two fingers inside her, curling them as I fuck her. When my mouth closes on her clit again, her knees snap close, almost crushing my skull. She loses all control as I hit her G-spot and squirts into my mouth, screaming so loudly that it nearly overpowers the storm outside.
“Fuck,” I growl as I withdraw my fingers, drinking everything from her, her entire body convulsing under my touch.
I don’t stop until she comes down from the high, blinking at me with a horrified expression on her face.
“What did just happen?”
“You’re going to squirt like that on my cock, and it will be the most sacred image I’ve ever witnessed,” I smirk. She has a few seconds to recover while I get rid of my clothes. I take a seat on the couch, nudging her with two fingers. “Come here.”
She moves closer to me, kneeling. Placing her palms on my knees, she looks at me with uncertainty.
“What’s wrong, Wildfire?” Her gaze shifts to my cock, then back to my eyes. “Do you want to suck my cock?” She nods, her hands sliding higher on my legs. My cock twitches with anticipation. “Ask for permission.”
“May I please suck your cock?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
She’s fucking perfect.
“What makes you think you deserve it?” I grip her hair, tilting her head back.
“I don’t think I deserve it,” she pauses momentarily. “Sir.” Fuck. Her fingers graze the base of my balls, but she doesn’t touch me. She will drive me mad with desire first. “It’s you who deserves it, not me.”
“You may only use your mouth, Wildfire. Keep your hands behind your back.”
She swallows, nodding eagerly, lowering her head, and crossing her hands behind her back. She uses the tip of her tongue to circle the head of my cock. It’s agonizingly slow torture. She licks along the entire length, flattening her tongue. I hiss, her eyes fluttering but never leaving mine. I guide her head, thrusting into her mouth as I move my hips. Caelia opens her mouth wide, taking me deep, her lips pressing against the base of my shaft. She sucks, her head bobbing, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling and massaging me until her lips graze my pelvis. I bite my tongue, struggling to remain silent. I fear my words will slip into my native tongue, exposing the truth I’m trying to hide. Her eyes water as she takes me as deeply as she can. She gradually withdraws, gasping for air through her nose. The desire to be inside her overwhelms everything else. Gripping her hair tightly, I pull her head back, bringing her closer and claiming her mouth with mine. Her body trembles and I’m not even touching her properly.
I need to find a way to make her mine forever.
CHAPTER 23
Caelia
He looks at me as if I’m a daydream, the answer to all his prayers. I don’t know how to deal with the twisted desire that coils in my stomach. I don’t know how to deal with anything that has happened between us lately. I can still feel the outline of the veins threading through his length and the way it pulsated in my mouth. His taste was not at all repulsive, as I thought. Tonight, I can’t get enough of him. I don’t know if he remembers that this is my first time doing this for him.
Lies.
He craves all the poisonous lies I can think of.
Here’s another one.
I don’t feel anything at this moment.
He places a hand on my waist, guiding me to straddle him. I spread my legs, bending my knees against his thighs. His other hand glides between the valley of my breasts, traveling up my throat. I’m the greatest enigma of them all. Here I am, craving for my husband to fuck me, to own me, and to consume me. He’s still the devil, but I choose to forget it. Despite it all, he’s still the same. We both know it. He can parade this new façade all he wants, but nothing can erase what he has done to me. His hands guide me downward onto him, the tip slipping inside me. He halts, his eyes fixed on mine, dark and mischievous.
“I won’t stop until you squirt on my cock, so you’d better not hold anything back.”