Page 52 of Liar
“Why? Does it disgust you?” I step closer. She takes one step back, yet her rebellious expression doesn’t waver. “Would you like to slap me for saying it again?”
“Yes,” she says, chin high.
“That’s too bad because I love talking about your cunt.” I take another step. She retreats again. I’m loving this dance. “I want your cunt dripping for me. I want to shove my dick in you so hard and so high, you taste my cum in your throat. I want it to stretch and fit the length of my cock—and only my cock, for the rest of your stay here at Winthorpe Academy. Your cunt is beautiful and delicious, and you gave it away last night. It’s mine, and I’m going to take, and suck, and ram it until nothing in the English language exists for you but Thorne.” I step closer still, listening to Ember’s ragged breaths as she holds so tightly to resolve. Poor girl, she’s going to lose. “And when you’re not around, I’m going to jerk off to it. I’ll slide my hand down my cock, picturing your tight, wet cunt sheathing it instead. I’ll feel the memory of you spasming around me, coming and screaming and rocking against me until I’ve had my fill.” I tsk while she tracks me with wary eyes. “Problem is, I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied. I’m constantly going to want to fuck you. My pretty, little, cunt.”
Her back smacks against the wall nearest to the windows. We’ve been here before, and I resist an eye roll at her sweet unoriginality. “Turn around and go back to Lowell’s desk. Then bend over.”
“N—”
I clamp a hand on her mouth. “Are you really going to test giving me the wrong answer?” I snake my hand up so I cover her nose, too. “Because we both know I’ll get my way.”
Ember pushes my hand off. I let her. “Thorne, there’s too much going on. I don’t think this is the time to order me to have sex with you.”
I cluck my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Little does she understand that I need to have her and be rid of this … thing … inside me. It’ll go away once I’m finished with her. I know it. At least for a little while.
“I see. You’ve chosen the testy route. Very well.” I spin her until I’m holding her wrists at the small of her back, then drag her over to the teacher’s desk.
“Thorne—stop!” she squeals.
I don’t. Not until I have her bent over the wood with her short skirt riding up her thighs. Keeping her in place with one hand, I use the other to pull down her panties, leaving them skimming her ankles.
Ember bucks wildly, scattering Lowell’s stacks of papers with her head and hair as she whips them around. To stop it, I grab her ponytail and give it a hard yank, tilting her eyes almost up to the ceiling.
“Your pussy tells me otherwise, Ember. You’re fucking glistening.”
And she is. Even in the unlit room, the small beams of sunlight cascade down her folds, shining them like a beacon. Her thighs are sticky with it.
To prove it, I stroke down her slit, swirling and dipping as I push my thighs into hers and bend close to her ear, keeping her still.
“My body’s betraying me,” she grits out. “That doesn’t mean I want this.”
“Doesn’t it?” I purr. I’m so confident in her submission—in her obsession with me just as I am with her—that I dare to say, “Then tell me to stop.”
My thumb circles her clit. Her ass presses into my forearm, and she moans, positioning herself for more.
“Yes, a lot is going on,” I admit, tasting where the corner of her jaw meets her ear. She shivers. “But I can’t seem to shake you. Not yet. And I can’t concentrate until I’ve done all I want with you and you’re out of my system. There’s a lot I’m desperate to do.”
As I slide down her body, my dick positively screaming to be let loose, I bend to my knees and spread her ass cheeks, then go in for a feast.
As Ember moans and writhes, I bury my nose and mouth inside her, releasing her by her wrists and allowing her to stabilize herself on the desk. I groan into her center, devouring as much of Ember as I can, consuming her pain, pleasure, and regret over falling for me again.
Tinges of blood come with her juice. I’m swallowing remnants of last night with eager gulps, making her a part of me as much as she’s burrowed into my unwelcoming soul.
Her muscles clench around my tongue as I thrust it in and out. Ember releases a closed-mouth scream, slamming her palms into the remaining paper stacks and sending them flying out on either side.
I don’t waste time. Sitting back on my heels, I wipe her off my face and stand, undoing my belt and pants. At last, my dick bursts free, tight and desperate to unload.
Swiping my hand along her slit, I collect enough lube needed to coat myself, then line up to her folds.
Shit. Condom.
Growling with frustration, I release my cock and knead her butt cheeks instead. “Do you have anything on you?”
My voice is barely controlled.
“Like, a condom?” she asks, her tone supple and satiated. Her cheek is pressed against the desk as she splays out for me, the perfect time to spear her with my cock.
DAMMIT.