BEAUTIFUL LIAR

CHAPTER 11 (SMUT)

Warning!

This content contains explicit s****l and erotic material with strong adult themes. It is not suitable for minors and should only be viewed by adults

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Thomas continued kissing me like he was starving for me. I heard small footsteps running after him—it was Michelle. She just stood there, eyes wide open.

I tried to shove him away, but Thomas didn't give a damn. He just pulled me closer, hugging me tighter, and started sucking on my neck.

"Ah—" Oh my god, I couldn't help the moan that escaped. I didn't mean to.

Michelle's eyes were red, and her body was shaking like she was about to explode. But she clenched her teeth, cried, and ran off.

"Thomas—let me go!" I fought back, but damn, it felt so good I could barely stand on my knees. I couldn't let myself get lost in it!

"Vivian— Please let me..."

"Huh!!?"

Suddenly, he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

"Hey, where the hell are you taking me?!" I struggled, but his strong arms held me like a vice.

He took me back to the waterfall. Why?

He dragged me to a small cave behind the waterfall. It was beautiful as hell. It was hidden by a curtain of water, so you couldn't see inside or out. Is this place even real?

He put me down before climbing on top of me. His eyes were locked on mine, so damn seductive, so f*****g sexy.

"Let me f**k you"

I gasped, not believing my own ears. What the hell is he saying?!

Before I could even reply, he leaned in and kissed me. He didn't even bother waiting for my response.

I tried to push his muscular chest away.

well... I thought I did—-

"No! Thomas— stop!"

He took off my clothes and began to touch every part of me.

I couldn't resist his strength at all. His power was just unreal.

He sucked my neck, kissed it, and sucked it again. It felt so damn good.

"Please—Please Thomas! Let me go"

He used his hands to knead my chest, lost in the matter of his desires, savoring every moment as he sucked on my breasts, tasting me. Ah—- Thomas.

I almost lost my mind; his touch was so intense, and the sound of it only heightened my emotions.

He moved his hand to my sensitive spot, caressing it gently, sending waves of excitement through me.

Ah—the pleasure was overwhelming... I could feel myself on the edge of bliss.

My moans echoed in the cave, and he seemed pleased with my reaction.

"Ah! Ah," I moaned softly.

"Moan for me, babe. I want to hear you call my name."

He flicked his tongue gently, unable to continue, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

My body responded, and I felt an intense rush, flowing out. He embraced every moment.

My love juices flowed into his mouth; he sucked them like sweet nectar, finishing with another lick, not leaving a single drop.

"Delicious," he whispered softly.

He slowly moved, gently entering me with care. His touch was intense but tender.

"Sorry, my love——I can't f*****g stop. Let me be your first!

Whether you like it or not, you're mine. Only f*****g mine"

"No please— Let me g..." He placed his finger on my lips.

"Shh... It will be painful for a short while, but bear with me, I can't stop now," he said in a husky, seductive voice.

Then—–

He slowly put it inside me and pushed it all the way in. It was massive, tight, and hot.

"Ah—-" I moaned again, feeling the tightness and intense excitement.

"Babe! You're so f*****g tight!" His voice trembled with pleasure.

The initial sensation carried a sharp intensity, a fleeting ache that quickly melted away into something deeper—something intoxicating.

Every movement, every touch sent ripples of warmth through me, drawing me further into a state of blissful surrender. It was as if I had been lifted into a dreamlike haze, floating between reality and something far more euphoric.

"Ah... I can't... I can't take it anymore," I whispered, my breath hitching as a shudder ran through my body.

Thump, thump, thump!!

My strength was waning, my limbs trembling from the overwhelming sensations that had been building for what felt like hours.

I had lost count of how many times I had reached my peak, how many times he had pushed me past the limits I thought I had.

And yet, here he was, still holding me as if he had all the time in the world, his eyes filled with an insatiable hunger that made my pulse race.

I felt warmth spread through me, leaving me lightheaded, dazed, and completely at his mercy.

"P-Please..." I whimpered, my fingers gripping onto him as if he were the only thing keeping me grounded.

"Please what?" he murmured against my ear, his voice dripping with amusement. The way he spoke, the way his lips brushed against my skin—it sent a shiver down my spine.

I bit my lip, heat rushing to my cheeks. "More... please..."

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating against me.

"Say my name, Vivian," he commanded softly, his voice laced with a mixture of dominance and tenderness.

"Thomas..." I breathed, the name leaving my lips like a prayer.

He let out a satisfied hum, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against my skin as if committing every inch of me to memory.

Thump, thump, thump!!

"Ah! ——— Thomas, Almost——Ah—-"

The tension, the thrill, lasted for over an hour.

I watched him move above me

His eyes locked onto mine, distant and unreadable, while sweat dripped from his body, glistening in the moonlight.

"I will c*m inside you, babe."

"No!! Thomas! Don't! —- I'm not safe today."

I raised my voice at him, but he didn't listen.

"Perfect... You'll carry my child, and no one else will ever come close to you."

"No! Are you insane?! Ah—-"

Thump, thump, thump!!

Deep warmth spread within me. He poured himself deep inside me, claiming every part of me, filling me completely.

"You are mine," he whispered.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips pressing against my forehead, then my temple, trailing soft kisses down to my jaw.

"So perfect... so beautiful..." He kissed me again.

"You'll bear my child... and when you do, you'll understand that you were always meant to be mine."

His words sent a warmth spreading through my chest, filling me with an inexplicable sense of belonging. Here, in this moment, nothing else existed—just the two of us, lost in each other, wrapped in the kind of passion that blurred the lines between love and desire.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to sink into his embrace, my heart beating in sync with his. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.