Page 112 of A Taste Of Darkness

And fuck, I’d jump off the highest cloud and dive headfirst into hellfire in a heartbeat just to be with her.

“Give me your hands,” I said, and she obliged immediately, although the look on her face was a bit concerning.

“Are you going to tie me up?” Her voice displayed little excitement about that.

I thought about it for a second, then shook my head. “Fuck no. But I do want you on top.”

I knew some people liked being tied up, which was good for them, but it was a nightmare for me. Perhaps if I had a different experience with ropes, it would’ve been more appealing. Just thinking about Sterlie tied to a bed while I had my way with her stirred up unwanted feelings.

Pulling Sterlie up to sit, I wrapped an arm around her body and turned us over. She straddled my hips, hands flat on my chest, her wet pussy on my stomach.

She looked right into my eyes, and though she wasn’t ready to say it aloud, I could read the love she had for me right off her. I had no fucking clue how that happened, but fuck did I love it.

“Are you on birth control?” I asked and laid my hands down on her hips, keeping myself from pushing her farther down and slipping inside of her right this instant.

Sterlie nodded. “Got a shot just before leaving for Italy.”

“Why?” My eyes narrowed and the tips of my fingers dipped deeper into her skin as I held her tighter.

There was a little jealous pinch in my heart that I really tried to ignore, but the thought of Sterlie having had plans to fuck someone who wasn’t me made that one very difficult.

She leaned over me, her soft hair framing my face as she briefly covered my lips with her own. “I was about to spend a whole month in the same house as a handsome as balls guy who’d been looking at me like he already married me years ago for weeks before that trip. Italian dick sounded good to me.”

I nudged her down my body, lifting her hips so I could slip inside her. “How would you know I wasn’t secretly hating you?”

Sterlie sank down on me, her hot breath fanning over my lips as she exhaled deeply. “Because…” She sat up straight, sliding down on my cock until I was fully inside her. Her ass was on my balls, my dick throbbing, aching for release. “Your feelings for me were never a secret. I noticed how you stared at me.”

A moan fell from her soft pink lips, back arching when she lifted off me just to sink back down.

I watched mesmerized as my dick moved in and out of her, how each thrust left more evidence of her arousal on my skin.

Her knees pressed into the mattress, her hips lifting up and down. She was so gorgeous; I couldn’t have taken my eyes off her even if I tried to.

And fuck, she looked so hot riding me.

“I noticed how you were looking only at me when we were at the same party,” she spoke, her voice unsteady. “And how you made special rules just for me.”

Her tits bounced as she moved, trying to find a rhythm that was perfect for her.

I reached for one of her hands, brought it to my lips, and left a kiss on her knuckles. “I never made special rules for you.”

Her walls strangled my cock, squeezing. “You invited me to join Tartarus, being fully aware that I didn’t belong there.” She moaned, dropping her head back as she increased her pace.

My balls drew up, feeling her without a condom on was making it harder to control myself. She was so wet, so warm, and so fucking perfect for me.

“You said I could bring Soup if I wanted to, even though there’s a sign that says animals aren’t allowed.” The bed was shaking, the headboard slapping against the wall with each bounce on my cock. “And—” Her hands fell to my abdomen, fingers pressing into my skin. “And you let me stay with you even though you hate visitors more than anything.”

“I was that bad at hiding it, huh?” My fingers dug into both her hips when I thrust up.

Her back arched as she pulsed around my dick, sucking in a deep breath. “Uh-huh.”

I grasped her waist, pulled her off me, turned us around, and pressed her right into the mattress before slamming back inside her.

Our hands linked together, lips meeting.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room together with the wet sounds of me sliding in and out of her.

“See, I never stood a chance.” I kissed her once, slow and deep. “I was either going to love you or no one.”

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