My Freya & Our Miracle Baby

Chapter 4: Two Truths and a Lie

*Mature Content*Trigger Warning*

Freya POV

Why do his words reach a part of my soul that I never knew existed? Damn. He snickers at me as he takes off my heels one by one. Crap. I forgot those were still on.

“I had one rule.” He states every so succinctly. Whatever he has planned, it can’t be good. Forcing me up from the couch, I get up and my bare feet touch the ground once again. With one hand wrapped around my waist and another on my cheek, he stares very hard into my eyes.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Though I had intended for that to sound strong, it was definitely more timid and nervous than anything else. I mean, it’s my first time. There’s a lot to be nervous about. Did I always imagine it like this? No. But I doubt it could start off any better.

He shoves his tongue back into my mouth and lifts me up at the waist, so that I have no other option but to jump up and straddle him. As our tongues play one another, I feel him sit down on the couch. I use my knees to keep myself up on the couch cushions as I continue to delve deeper into this kiss that seems all consuming.

*SMACK*

Ow. I push myself off of him, only to get spanked one more time hard by Liam. Before I get a chance to say anything, he plunges my p***y into his standing raw c**k, causing me to cry out in absolute agony.

When he realizes that he just crashed and tore open my hymen, his eyes actually go wide. Looks like he couldn’t predict that one. Tears form in my eyes as I struggle to make it through the pain. Still deep inside of him, my legs shake uncontrollably and my core feels like it was stabbed.

With my fingernails clawed into his shoulder, I breathe in and out slowly. Liam’s eyes soften for a second before returning to their cold distant demeanor. As I calm down, I feel Liam hoist me up until I am at his tip and then slowly lets me come down again, this time deeper.

Again, it still hurts like hell, so I whimper in pain. Breathing harshly, I close my eyes and feel those tears stream down. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Soft feather kisses my tears away. Those sweet alluring lips of his make their way down to my jaw and then to my neck. As he sucks harshly upon my sweet spot, I moan as my legs shiver out.

“Just like that, baby.” He says lowly in that raspy tone of his that makes all of this seem worthwhile. “Just like that.”

I flutter my eyes open to see him look at my t**s and then putting one in his mouth. As he kneads with his lips on my breast, his hands hoist me back up slowly and I mewl in response with another slow thrust in. This isn’t what I thought he was going to do when he found out, but to be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure what would happen.

“It hurts.” I whisper out as I once again get hoisted slowly up and down, each time the pain reduces, but not by a lot. I mean, he is pretty huge. How does one even adjust to his size?

“You’re so.. tight…” He grunts out calmly to me as he continues this pace, gently going in and out. Maybe after fifteen to twenty throbbing thrusts in and out of me, I feel this knot in my stomach form. Oh, God. I lean my head back and a throaty moan slips out as I feel his raw c**k in me fully. Why does it feel so complete?

Holy s**t. I want more, I need more. On my own accord, I start hopping up and down on his hard thick shaft. With torrid moans and lust-filled blood, my fingernails dig into his shoulder as my pleasure rises exponentially.

“Oh, God. Liaaam.” He groans out in pleasure as he quickens up his pace, matching mine, and pulls me up and down on him, each time slamming me down harder and harder.

“f**k, you’re so tight.” He repeats with a grunt.

“f**k this tight p***y, baby.” I say to him before bending my head down and sucking down on his neck. Oh, God. Where did that even come from? Apparently, it worked though because he starts to get so frustrated that he picks me up and off of him, throwing me onto the couch. I whimper at his withdrawal from me, knowing that I need him to finish the job.

“Come here.” He grits out angrily as he turns me around and bends me over so that my knees are on the edge of the couch cushions and I hold onto the back of the couch while bending my back down. My p***y glistens for him as I feel him enter me once again, completing this emptiness I have inside.

“Oh, f**k, Liam.” I groan out as he is no longer gentle with me.

Pistoning in and out of me, moans that I have never uttered out before start erupting like a damn volcano. My walls are screaming at me to release as I feel Liam smack my ass from behind, turning us both on more so that we were. His hands are roughly on my waist as he penetrates harder and faster and harder and faster.

“Liam! LIAM! Please! PLEASE!” I beg him to destroy me.

“Cum.” Doing as he commands, my walls crumble and a wave of lust hits me so hard that I scream into the echoing living room that I am sure everyone in this damn building heard me. I feel my soul practically adrift above my body before it slams itself back in.

Not being able to withstand the spasm of my walls, I feel him eject his own c*m into me. As he is still in me, he continues to pump in and out slowly, mixing our juices together. When he is done, he turns me around and pulls me to the floor, but I tumble a bit and knock over a bunch of glassware off the coffee table. Not needing to be told what to do, I stand on my knees and lick his d**k dry.

My body trembles beneath him, but he is still not satisfied nor done with me. My legs feel wobbly at best, but honestly my sensitive p***y and my legs are all sore from our adventure. Breathing out heavy, I can’t believe he just did that. I can’t believe I just did that.

But apparently he makes no efforts in stopping. For the next two hours, we f**k hard everywhere in this penthouse. The couch, in front of the fireplace, against the wall, the kitchen island, and the balcony, to which I had to noiselessly scream to avoid waking up quite literally everyone. We just haven’t touched the bedrooms yet.

“Is my little w***e satisfied?” He peels my hair off my sweaty face to get me to stand up from what I think is the last of our voyage. I don’t look at him when I nod my head ever so nervously and swallow painfully.

“You still owe me a shot.” My dry throat releases. Liam hums in response and picks up one of the glasses I didn’t knock over and takes a shot from the table.

“You like games?” He asks me as he holds me tightly bound to him as he sets the glass back down on the table. We are both standing in the living room as my body trembles against his solid one.

“Depends on the game.” Again, my throat is rough and edged. Hearing this, he grabs on to me tightly and takes me to the kitchen. Sitting me down on the cold counter, he opens the fridge and grabs me a water bottle. Opening it for me, he hands me the bottle and puts both his hands on either side of me.

“Two truths and a lie.” I smile against the water bottle at his words as I pour another of that cold thirst-quenching liquid down my sore throat.

“Need a little practice?” With a dry sarcastic laugh, I shake my head at his slightly amused but pretty solemn face before agreeing. “Fine. You first.” When I am done with the water bottle, he grabs two more from the fridge, but this time he doesn’t hand it to me.

Instead, he picks me back up off the counter and sits us down in front of the fireplace. My legs are still trembling from the animal s*x and sitting up is kind of a b***h right now, but it’s far better than trying to stand. He puts the water bottles on the table and grabs a blanket to wrap around me. Considerate, I think.

“So I don’t think your trembling is part of your lie.” He sneakily adds.

Of course. Why else would he even care? Sitting across from me, I lean my back against the armchair for support as I face him, waiting for our little game to begin.

“I’m engaged. I can’t have kids. My mother is dead.” Woah, so all big guns here.

“I’m sorry to hear about that.” I smile lightly at him. “But you can’t cheat.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t tell all truths.”

“What makes you think they’re all true?” He is snide with his comments.

“Because I can tell when someone is lying to me.” I throw back to which he doesn’t respond lightly to. Okay, fine.

“So, you think I would sleep with you even if I was engaged?”

“No, I think you were promised to marry someone. A promise to marry is still an engagement. And what you do from now until then is up to you.” I point that out to him and he shuts his mouth.

“Fine. No cheating.” He huffs out a breath and takes a big gulp of water. A blanket covers his bottoms, thankfully.

“I’ll go first. My mother kicked me out when I was thirteen. I barely know my father. I have a kid.” I go easy on him, so he can spot the lie easier, but he is thrown off. There’s no way I have a kid and he knows that, physically, he knows that.

“Even when I know it’s a lie.” He nods in solid approval. “Not bad, kid, not bad.”

“I’m going easy on you. Your turn. No cheating.”

“That was the best s*x I ever had. I slept with Johnny’s girlfriend while they were together. I don’t believe in all that love crap.”

“You never slept with Johnny’s girlfriend.” His eyes look stunned at me.

“Well, don’t you think highly of yourself.” Liam passes off a low smirk that is almost a smile, just almost. “What makes you think that?”

“Because you believe in loyalty above all else.” Nodding lightly, he lets out a little chuckle, a real one. Woah. It’s almost adorable, to be honest.

“I’m starting to think maybe you’re an assassin sent to kill me. There’s no way you know all of that stuff, just by looking at me.”

“No one lies about their parents dying. It’s painful to think about until it actually happens.” I tell him. “And the no kids part, that was just a hunch after, well you know.” I gesture towards our mess of things. “Did you want kids?

"If I say no, I am a horrible person. If I say yes, I am the tragic man that can’t have the kids he always wanted.” Looking down towards the fire, we sit in peaceful quiet.

“What did the doctors say?”

“There’s a chance, but probably not.”

“I don’t want kids. I live in a trailer park. And I don’t know how to parallel park.” He laughs at me.

“You don’t know how to parallel park?” We laugh lightly together.

“Is that your final answer?” He looks at me seriously and then blinks hard for a second, not really sure.

“You’re cheating.” I give him a round of applause.

“Well, how else are you supposed to win?”

“You don’t want kids?” I wince at the idea.

“Why subject them to this cruel world?” I let out a sigh as I think a little about my childhood. Not exactly my fondest moments.

“I’ve never done s*x that way before.” He changes the subject and gestures to the mess of things we have made.

“Which way?” I sneak an eyebrow up at him because he put me in a number of positions I had never even heard of. Someone with that much knowledge of the matter has to be practically an expert in these ways through practice.

“The slow way.” That’s when it hits me. When he realized he broke my hymen with that one thrust, he was surprised and adjusted as needed. “Never really met a girl who hasn’t lost it.”

"Did I disappoint you?” I remark, though I know he kind of just told me I was the best he ever had, but perhaps he did lie and I just didn’t catch it.

“Not disappointed, just surprised.”

“I thought you said the tough girl act didn’t suit me.” I remind him.

“It doesn’t.” Liam is quick to remark. “I want to try it again.”

“s*x?”

“The slow way.” With that, he gets off the floor and stands in front of me with a hand in my direction. Reluctantly, I grab ahold of his hand and try to stand up, but that throbbing pain isn’t exactly gone yet.

Picking me and having me wrap my legs around his torso, I straddle him as he leads us into the master bedroom of the suite. As he collapses down with me gently on the cold sheets, he looks deep into my eyes.

“Ready?”