Vicious Lies (Lies 1)

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I slide down hard on top of his cock, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he tears through me. I wasn’t wet enough, but I don’t care.

I feel the pain.

I feel—that’s enough.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you make me come.”

I slide up and down his cock—hard and furiously fast.

I don’t feel myself getting wetter, just hotter.

I thought fucking Langston would be explosive. I thought he’d know how to work my body, make me come in seconds.

He does, but I’m not letting him have control. That’s why I’m not coming yet.

If I gave up control to him, then he’d have me panting and screaming his name in minutes.

I’m not going to give Langston control yet. That’s one step too far. I need to come, but I need to control myself.

“Fuck,” I moan as I ride him harder, rubbing my clit up against the deep V of his sculpted abs.

Faster.

Maybe if I kiss him? Just once?

Nope. That’s too far.

I won’t betray Waylon like that.

This isn’t about cheating. It’s about taking what I need to survive.

I rub myself against him, creating more friction.

I’m so hot, soaked in sweat, this is the moment…

“Liesel?” Langston’s voice is so soft, full of pain and sadness. He knows I can’t come. This won’t work.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” I pump over him, begging my body to give in.

I try one more time, but it doesn’t happen.

I don’t come.

It was all for nothing.

I shove him hard, and I climb off him.

I scream.

I pound my fists into the walls and consider pounding them into his head.

Before I can decide what to punch next, I collapse from exhaustion.