Page 58 of Filthy Secret

I’m trying to breathe, trying to get myself to the edge of my release and fall over. I want to come so badly that my body aches. I want to make him happy. I want to make myself happy. I want this beautiful life that I know is just within my grasp.

When Grover stills, I hear his grunt before I feel his cum slide down my throat. My fingers don’t stop moving, my hips matching the vigor, and then it’s my turn to come. I moan around his length, which is still twitching inside my mouth.

I’m hot and sweaty, covered in saliva and tears, but the way he’s looking at me, the way he watches me, I’ve never felt more beautiful in my entire life, and I know I’m not. I know without a doubt that I look like a whole train wreck, but that’s Grover. He makes me feel this way. He always has.

ATOMIC

There are times when Ryan has looked perfect, and then there are times like this. She’s messy as fuck, but she looks better than she ever has. Her hand between her legs, her body covered in sweat, tears streaking her cheeks, and saliva all over her mouth and chin.

Fuck me.

Perfection.

“Stand up,” I instruct.

She does, slipping her hand out of her pants when she rises. I reach for that hand, wrap my fingers around her wrist, and lift it up. Opening my mouth, I bring her fingers to my lips, sucking them in and tasting her.

When I’m finished devouring her taste, I release her wrist and kick off my boots, then my jeans and underwear. Taking my cut off, I walk over to the dresser and hang it on one of the knobs before I reach between my shoulders and tug my shirt off.

“Legs,” I call out.

She hums behind me but doesn’t say anything. I don’t make a move either. That anger that had dissipated when I was fucking her mouth, it’s back again. I don’t want to be pissed off at her. I don’t want to be angry.

Then I feel her hand on my back. The other hand wraps around my waist, and her palm presses against the middle of my gut.

“Ryan,” I rasp.

Her lips touch my back before I feel her bare tits pressing against me there. “I didn’t lie to be malicious,” she whispers. She knows why I stopped and didn’t turn around and start on my list of to-dos that I already laid out.

“I lied for selfish reasons, but more out of fear. It wasn’t because I wanted to be mean or cruel to you.”

“Fear?” I grind out.

No way in fuck should she ever have feared me, but then again, I wasn’t always the most understanding or caring partner back then. Hell, I’m probably not now either. She kept it all from me for a goddamn reason, and it’s not just because of her sister.

Sure, Ellen was part of it, but Ryan didn’t think she could trust me for a reason. That shit pisses me off because I always want to be the one she goes to. I should have been then, and I sure as fuck should be now.

“Fear. I was twenty-three, but I was sheltered, or maybe naive is a better word. I didn’t know anything past my bad childhood and the life we had together. That wasn’t good back then, Grover. Sure, you and I were good together in bed, but beyond that?”

I should be fucking offended, but I’m not because she is right. I fucked around a lot. I wasn’t mature, even though I was old enough to know better. She wasn’t either because she wasn’t old enough to be in the situation she was in.

Turning around slowly, I cup her cheeks and look into her beautiful face. She’s cleaned up from the face fuck I gave her, but the images of her saliva and tears are still fresh in my mind when I look down at her.

“Your sister is a piece of shit, Ryan, your parents fucked you both up in different ways, and I wasn’t the best first boyfriend or boyfriend in general. I don’t know when or if I’ll ever not be angry about what happened, but my anger doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. It doesn’t mean that you aren’t mine. All it means is that it’s going to take me some time to accept that shit happened the way it did. And thank fuck we got the time.”

Her lips curve up slightly. She’s trying to be brave, give me her smile, but I know she is hurting and that she feels fucking horrible. Brew is right. Ryan is the best. A good girl from head to toe. I need to give her a fucking break. She’s been through hell and back.

“Get on the bed, Ryan. Head down, ass up. I’m gonna eat your pussy from behind. I’m hungry.”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she takes a step backward, then another. I watch as she turns around, her naked ass on full display for me as she walks over to the bed. She climbs onto the edge, spreads her thighs, then bends down and places her chest on the mattress.

Her entire pink cunt is on display for me and only me. It’s already glistening from just a few moments ago. It’s pink and slightly swollen. She’s ready for my mouth to devour her. I walk toward the bed and sink down to my knees before I reach up and grab the globes of her ass, spreading her cheeks for me.

She’s perfection. Always has been, especially from this view.

“Grover,” she moans.

I will never fucking get tired of her saying my real name. Not fucking ever. “Your ass is fucking amazing, legs,” I murmur before I lean forward and blow warm air against that sweet hole.

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