Page 76 of The Lie That Traps


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“I hurt you tonight.”

“It’s not the same,” she scoffs, fidgeting and doing her best not to look at me.

“I would have done things differently if I’d known.”

Lifting her startling violet gaze to mine, she asks, “Why?”

“Because you don’t fuck a virgin the way I just fucked you,” I growl, brushing my knuckles over her pebbled nipple, drawing a path down her ribs and over her stomach until I reach her sex. Carefully, I drag my finger through the folds of her bloodstained pussy, ignoring the way my dick hardens when she instinctively parts her legs to give me better access.

“If you didn’t fuck me like I was a virgin, how did you fuck me?” she asks, her voice raspy, as her eyes follow the path of my fingers, until she watches me part her folds, finding her clit with the tip of my finger.

“I fucked you like I own you,” I rasp, circling her clit, then dipping lower until I find her entrance and slowly push my finger inside of her.

I freeze at the sound of her sharp gasp, watching her face until she relaxes and her lips part.

“I fucked you like your pussy belongs to me.” Much more carefully than I’ve touched her so far tonight, I fuck her pussy with my finger, slowly filling her, then retreating over and over until her hips start to move, chasing my finger, eager to be filled all over again.

“I fucked you like I wasn’t pretending. I fucked you like you were already mine,” I confess, slamming my lips to hers and swallowing down her moans when her cunt clamps down on my finger and she comes with a pained cry.

When her pussy stops fluttering, I slide my finger from inside of her. “You should have told me,” I rasp against her lips.

Turning away, I press the buttons on the shower controls, and moments later, steam begins to fill the room. When I look back at her, her eyes are laced with confusion, her teeth gnawing nervously on her full lower lip. Lifting her off the floor, I urge her legs to go around my waist, and she complies, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips like we’ve done this a thousand times before and I didn’t just steal her virginity with no care at all.

Walking us under the shower, I hold her tight to me as the water washes away the sweat and shame from our bodies.

“You need to put me down so I can get the blood off,” she whispers.

“No,” I rasp, my eyes closed, my head resting on her shoulder.

“Gulliver.”

“No,” I bite out, a little of the anger that’s still torturing me slipping into my tone.

Loosening her hold on my neck, she stretches her arms out until she’s almost leaning back, forcing me to look at her. “I’m fine. I had to lose my virginity eventually, it’s not a big deal.”

Frustrated, I unhook my hands from beneath her butt, letting her feet fall to the floor. Grabbing her wrists, I break her hold on my neck and take a step back. “It is a big fucking deal. I hurt you.”

“A little, but it was always going to hurt. It makes no difference if you caused the pain or someone else did.”

Unbidden jealousy plows through me at the thought of another guy’s cock being inside her, and I growl, closing the distance between us and wrenching her body into mine. Palming her nape possessively, I dip my face, forcing her to look at me. “Shut the fuck up, Izzy.”

A hint of a smile curves at the corners of her lips, but she nods.

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her, slow and deep and drugging. Without thought, she pushes up onto her tiptoes and kisses me back, pressing her bare breasts against my chest, trying to get as close to me as possible. I kiss her until some of my anger starts to fade, long enough that all ideas of pretense are washed away and all that’s left is us.

When I pull away, she follows me, but I turn, searching for the soap. Finding it, I squirt some into my hands and start to wash her. She squeaks in surprise, like she hadn’t considered I’d want to take care of her, but she doesn’t try to stop me when I glide my hands over her skin. Starting at her arms, moving to her shoulders, then down over her collarbone, I circle over her breasts, pausing for a minute to tease her nipples, before I glide my fingers down her ribs to her stomach, then between her legs.

I spend more time than I absolutely need to washing her thighs, pussy, and ass, working my fingers all over her as I clean her arousal, blood, and my cum from her skin. She watches me silently, eyes hooded, as I fill my palms with more soap and run my hands up and down her legs, turning her around so I can wash her back and neck.

Massaging my fingers into her scalp, I wash and condition her hair, then urge her to step forward, lift her arms, and guide her so her palms are flat against the tile wall. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes unsure as I press lightly on her back, silently ordering her to bend forward.

It doesn’t pass me by that I’m putting her in the exact position I fantasized about seeing her in earlier. But as much as I want to get my dick back into her hot, tight cunt, I won’t fuck her again tonight.

Pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck, I trail my lips slowly along her spine. Palming her perfectly round ass, I press a kiss on each cheek before I stroke a single finger down and over her tight asshole, smiling to myself when her entire body tenses beneath my touch.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ve taken enough virgin holes tonight.” I chuckle, dropping to my knees on the tile floor and dipping my finger lower to tease at her sex. Sliding my hands back onto her ass cheeks, I palm her, spreading her wide before leaning down and licking a hot, wet stripe along her cunt.

Squeaking, she straightens and jumps forward, twisting around to look at me. When her eyes find mine, I smirk, then tip my chin, gesturing for her to get back into position. Slowly, she bends back over again, resting her palms on the tile as she pushes her ass and pussy into my face. Laughing, I slap her ass, then start to eat her sweet cunt, licking and sucking as she writhes, gasping and whimpering around my mouth. Releasing one cheek, I slide my hand around her thigh, finding her clit and starting to work it in slow, rhythmic circles.

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