Page 53 of Liar

“Just. Answer the question,” I rasp, my abs tightening along with my balls.

“No,” she says. “Unlike you, I don’t carry condoms around while breaking into people’s rooms.”

I assess the situation in front of me, licking my lips. We can’t risk the pull-out method. And I’m too far gone for her mouth. I want more than her tongue. I’m here to take, and spurting my cum all over her face just isn’t enough.

Then I get an idea.

My mouth curves into a slow smile.

“I regret to inform you, little pretty, that you’re about to lose your virginity in a second spot.”

Chapter 17

Thorne

She lifts her head, eyeing me from the side. “What?”

I answer in the obvious way, pushing the tip of my thumb into her ass.

Ember spears up on her hands, the stimulus so intense and unexpected that she resembles a deer in headlights. “Fuck! No, Thorne! Not that. I mean, eventually, maybe, but not right now. In fact, I should really talk to you about Savannah…”

“Do not say her name,” I snap, pushing my thumb in to the second joint. “Or anyone else’s. It’s just you and I in this room, and I’m going to fuck you whether or not you’re prepared for it. Do I make myself clear?”

Ember goes silent. I watch the muscles work in her cheek as she thinks it over. She also tightens against my thumb to a degree where I wish my dick was already inside her, enjoying it instead of my hand.

I’m about to pull my thumb out and slam into her, if only to relieve this unbearable ache when her lips fall open, and she says, “Yes, sir.”

Well, fuck. She’s done for, now.

My throat vibrates with approval. Slowly, I remove my thumb, then press close to her pussy with my dick, sliding it up and down, coating the shaft in her wetness, then using my hand to both pleasure her clit and swirl some of it around her ass.

She pushes into my hand, her head falling forward as she keeps her palms on the desk.

I want to see all of it. Everything. So I unclasp her skirt and send it somewhere over my shoulder. Getting the hint, Ember kicks off her panties at her ankles, leaving her in a shirt, blazer, and black loafers. It’s so schoolgirl hot that I have to tip my head to the ceiling for a few seconds to maintain control.

I don’t want to cause her complete pain. Only a small bit. As much as I want to, I can’t just shove my dick in and hurt her. No, this has to be slow. Careful. A torturous burn that will end in a desperate, filthy release.

God, yes.

So I start with my fingers. First one, then two. Three…

Ember arches at the sudden discomfort but eventually relaxes. I spread my fingers, stretching her, and she starts up again, but I soothe her back to submission, promising her that this is crucial, that I need to massage enough space to fit into.

To keep her supple, I keep working her clit with my other hand, bringing her to orgasm not once but twice. Each time she twists and mewls with pleasure, my ache ratchets up more. If I keep this up, all I’ll have to do is lay my dick on her back, and I’ll spew my load all over the place.

That’s it. By the third stretch, I can’t wait any longer.

With a haggard exhale, I push my tip into her ass, pressing in with excruciating slowness. Ember tenses up again, but I knead her ass cheeks, coaxing her to take me all the way in.

My balls are so tight, they’ve become baseballs. I resist shoving myself in and pounding the life out of her, going slowly, inch by inch, until my balls touch up against her slick, dripping pussy.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” I groan to the ceiling, exposing my throat.

Ember moans with me, warring with pleasure over pain as she adjusts to my girth and length in a place she’d never thought would be violated.

But it’s a good place. Grinning, I let my head fall forward. I’m about to show her just how good, and where a hidden G-spot is.

My thrusts start gently. I’m only a beast when I want to be, after all, and after putting her through what I did the night before, she deserves some coddling.