Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

I know how much stretch it will take to get him inside, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fit all of him. Enzo isn’t the kind of man to wait for me to adjust to his size.

“Stop thinking; this is your punishment. Don’t think except what I tell you to think,” he commands.

I don’t know how he expects me to shut off my mind, but I try. I moisten my lips as I stare longingly at him. Because a man who has a cock like that surely knows how to work it.

Don’t think, just trust. Trust my instincts that even though it will be punishment, it will also heal me. Enzo won’t hurt me more than I deserve.

“Suck me, Kai.”

Suck him. I sucked too many cocks on that yacht. I hate sucking cock.

Images of cocks on that yacht start flooding my brain, but I push them out.

“Suck. My. Cock.” Enzo’s voice brings me back to reality.

I reach forward to grab his cock with my hand, but Enzo’s eyes stop me. Instead, I move forward, my mouth parted as my lips brush against the head of his cock.

The heat from it immediately warms my cold shell that has hardened since Enzo grabbed me by the neck.

I let the heat consume me, and Enzo watches me patiently like he’s going to allow me as much time as I need to adjust.

But then he thrusts, and his cock is deep within my throat.

I gag at the intrusion, my eyes immediately water. Fuck him.

He grabs my chin as my mouth is filled with him.

“Beautiful tears,” he says.

He pulls his cock back out.

“Fuck you!” I shout, already losing my cool. Why did I think this punishment was a good idea? I will hate him when we are finished.

He grins. “Taking responsibility for your actions is never easy, Kai.”

I wipe the tears from my face. “You like me in pain. You’re sick!”

He fists my hair, jerking my head back. “No, I don’t enjoy your pain. I enjoy the control. I enjoy knowing you are mine. I enjoy watching you pay me back with your tears, but I don’t enjoy your pain.”

His cock pushes at my mouth again, and this time I let him in easily. I prepare myself for his cock to invade my throat again, but this time he takes his time, pumping into me.

And when his head rolls back, and he moans, I feel the flood of liquid building at my core. I’ve never seen a man so hot and bothered from the touch of my lips.

So I get bolder with my strokes. I lick over his length, meeting his thrusts and allowing more of his cock into my mouth, until he’s hitting the back of my throat again.

The tears still come, but this time I give them willingly. I give them for Zeke—for the pain I caused Enzo. I give them because I want to see Enzo feeling excited. I love the heated desire grow deeper in his eyes with each thrust and knowing I’m the one putting it there.

My panties are soaked as I continue to suck his glorious cock. A cock I already love and want more of. I never knew sucking a man off could bring me pleasure, but it does.

I could spend my life on my knees tasting the tiny beads of his pre-cum. The heat of his blood as his cock grows larger. The thick muscles as it parts my lips.

I want more.

I can’t get enough of his cock. The deeper he goes in my throat, the more he moans, the more sensitive my bud grows between my legs, aching to feel more.

Enzo gives me a look, and I know he’s about to explode. The look gives me a choice. I can choose where he comes.

I want all of his cum.