Page 178 of Lessons in Cruelty

I squirm, but I don’t know if it’s to get away from him, or to push him harder against that impossibly sensitive nub. I’m so fucking wet, and my pussy keeps clenching, spilling even more wet heat out of me.

When Kai’s hips move up, his fingers bump against my pussy, sending a jolt through my body. And he keeps doing it. Like he’s imagining pounding into me.

Being inside me.

Filling me and stretching me.

My breath hitches, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I struggle not to moan out loud.

I shouldn’t bother.

Melissa is moaning loudly enough to cover whatever sounds we make.

Kai puts his lips to my ear. “Open,” he rasps.

I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.”

“Jesus, you’re playing with fire.” He throttles my hand, forcing me to grip him harder, to drag his cock against my clit at a punishing pressure that’s sending me spiraling to a climax.

My hips buck, and I can’t control them anymore than I can control him.

When he bites my earlobe and growls, “You’re gonna burn, bitch,” into my ear like a feral thing, a fierce shock tears through me.

I’m panting as I release the knife so I can fumble between us for my underwear.

I need him inside me.

Like right fucking now.

And from the way his breathing picks up, how the hand holding mine holding his cock trembles, he wants it too.

So why the fuck, when I rip my underwear aside, does he pull back? Why does he just hover there, an inch from me, so close I can feel his heat, and not fuck me?

“Do it,” I push through clenched teeth.

His staggered exhale coats the side of my neck. Then he presses his lips to my skin, so soft I can barely feel it.

“You don’t deserve my dick inside you, slut.”

A shudder races through me. I groan, turning my head, seeking his mouth with mine.

But he turns his head, and all I’m kissing is hair as he jerks off an inch from my cunt.

Urgent, violent tugs that end with his fingers thumping against my pussy. Each strike feels like a punch, and in seconds, I’m coming.

Thump.

Thump.

My back arches, my legs splaying wide as I lose all control.

“There she is. My filthy little liar. The only honest thing about you is how you come for me.”

And then he groans, and his hot cum jets against my pussy, and my clit, and the side of my leg. He drags my hand off his cock, grabbing my cunt, smearing his cum all over me as my fingers try to dig through the carpet.

The base of his palm grinds against my clit, nearly sending me through the fucking roof.

“Not enough for you, slut?” he growls in my ear.