Page 149 of Tell Me Pucking Lies

Shit’s boring, so I nod at the cabinet under the counter. “Chips are in there.”

“Asshole,” she bites out and bends over to look. Just like I said, bags of chips are under there.

She turns to say something, but I cover her mouth with my hand and lower her to all fours. “Just like that, sexy. Now grab your bag of chips.”

I let her feel my hardening cock at her ass and then I sit up to look at it. I rub her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her skin color blooms under my touch. And then I spread her cheeks so I can watch myself slide in.

Her head hits the top of the cabinet. “Fuck,” she cries out, trying to find something to hold onto.

I press into her. It’s not happening at first, so I rub her body. “Relax, sexy. Just relax.” I keep pushing until I’m finally in her pulsing slippery cunt. “Just like that.”

And then I’m fucking her mad. Her head hits the counter multiple times, but I don’t stop. In the middle of my rhythm, she dares to open a bag of chips and plops one in her mouth.

I grab her by the neck and fuck her harder. She starts crying out, moaning.

Her right hand snakes between her legs, but I catch it and groan, “Greedy fucking cunt.”

She moans as I grip her neck tighter and slam into her harder.

“You don’t get to come, sexy. Not on my dick.”

She tries to say something, but I cover her protests with my hand. She ends up biting my hand, but I fucking like it.

I use her cunt until I’ve worked myself up and come spills into the condom and immediately pushes itself up. I pull out, remove the condom and throw it in the trash.

She grabs her bag of chips and pats my shoulder and then saunters down the hall. She steps into the bathroom. I pull my pants up and throw my jacket back on.

I stand in the kitchen, staring at the disgusting potato chips. I close the cabinet and my phone rings.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“Brother’s checked out of rehab. Fuck!” Revan’s scream is loud enough that I pull the phone away from my ear. “We need to play this smart.”

I wait for him to continue.

“Let her go to her classes today.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“When she finds out the truth, she’ll come running back. Trust me.” He pauses. “I’ll be there soon.”

The call ends and I stare at the phone, conflicted. Part of me agrees with Revan’s logic—let her go back, find out everything we’re trying to protect her from. But another part wants to keep her here for that sexy cunt.

I hear the shower turn on, and I can’t help myself. I walk down the hallway and push open the bathroom door.

Steam fills the small space, and through it, she’s sitting on the toilet rubbing her cunt.

Her eyes glare up at me in shock. She removes her hand and shouts, “Get out!”

I shake my head, reaching for her. She doesn’t let me, so I pick up her naked body and haul her to the bedroom.

I drop her on the bed and pull out another condom.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I slide it on my dick and press inside of her.

She moans into the empty house and then I say, “Now do it.”

She starts laughing, so I pump into her. That silences her.