Beautiful Lies (Breaking Belles #2) - Alta Hensley Page 0,17

enough to gather some cream and bring it to my lips.

“Open up and taste how sweet,” he commanded.

I looked up helplessly into his devil’s eyes and I opened up. He wasn’t gentle as he shoved his finger coated in my essence inside, but I didn’t miss how his own nostrils flared at the action.

I got it, then. None of my usual coping tools were available to me.

I couldn’t take control or make an Excel spreadsheet for this.

Sully knew it, too. But for as much of a layabout as he seemed the rest of the time, here, in this moment, he was completely in his element.

His eyes blazed with fire as his gaze seared into mine. Our eyes stayed locked as he ordered, “Eat her out while I fuck her mouth.”

Immediately the heat disappeared from behind me. But Sully didn’t even let me look at the other man. He immediately slid in front of me, laying me back on the bench. Then he kicked off his suit pants and straddled my face.

His long, intimidating cock hung heavy in front of my lips, bobbing there angry and red and bulging.

“Take it in your hands and suck it like you want to vacuum every drop of cum out of my balls. Like you can’t get enough of it. My cum is everything you’ve ever wanted in the world, the only thing you’ve ever fucking wanted.”

I spasmed, almost coming on the spot from his words alone. Because yes, it was the only thing I’d ever wanted, the only thing I’d ever fucking wanted, how did the fucker, how did he—

He grabbed his cock and pushed it towards my lips.

“Show me how much you want whatever it is you came here for. Convince me you want it.”

His rough, masculine voice growling such dirty commands made my brain short-circuit. I don’t know how else to describe why I did what I did next.

“Now. Eat her out like a fucking feast.”

I didn’t realize the words weren’t directed at me until a hot, wet mouth latched onto my clit.

My mouth opened in an O of surprise and Sully took the opportunity to feed his cock between my lips.

For a second, the out-of-control feeling threatened to make me panic, scream, and flail. Fight or flight. I couldn’t do this. I was out, I couldn’t—

“Shh, that’s right. Take what I’m giving. No thinking. Give up thinking and just do. Suck my cock and embrace being the dirty little whore you are.”

I cried out, the emotions and physical sensations too overwhelming—but…

Then I gave in.

I surrendered.

I opened up and took Sully’s huge cock as deep as I could, grabbing on to the thick base if only for something to ground me and tether me to reality.

His masculine growl of pleasure at the action removed my last bits of sanity.

Suddenly everything that had seemed so complicated only moments ago, became easy. Clear. So simple.

Suck Sully’s cock.

Suck Sully’s cock like it was the only thing in this entire world. In this moment, it was. And it was so perfect in this moment, my life calmed down to this one object, worshipping him, bringing him pleasure, driving him insane, making him explode.

Make him growl like that again. Blow his mind. Suck the cum out of him until he felt what he was making me feel.

Because as the mouth worked my clit—which in my misting-over brain felt like just another extension of Sully—pleasure lit up and down every nerve in my entire body.

“That’s right.” Sully’s voice came out strangled.

I was affecting him and that made me burn hotter than any touch on my body.

I closed my lips even tighter around his cock, pressing as hard as I could on the shaft with my lips and then slowing down as I hit the crown. I moved tortuously slow as I bobbed on the bulbous tip. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to give as much pressure as possible while I bobbed back and forth a few quick times before plunging him deep into my throat again. He’d driven me out of my mind. I was a mindless creature, and I would make him the same.

He swore and his hand dropped to tangle in my hair.

He reached back and swatted my breast as he bucked into my mouth, down my throat. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Just like that. Fuck. Keep doing that. Now grab my balls.”

I did. They felt full to bursting, straining against the sack. I cupped them and lifted them up and against his body,