Page 61 of Gilded Fake

When he was close, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging my head back with one hand and pressing the other down on my lower back. “You look so fucking gorgeous taking me from behind,” he said. “Now finger your clit for me, Butterfly. I want to know you’re feeling as good as I am when I cum so deep inside you it’s still leaking out of you tomorrow night at the game.”

I obeyed, losing myself in the bliss of his pierced cock sliding to the hilt inside me with each pass, his powerful thighs driving him deep into all the places my fingers couldn’t reach while I took care of the places they could. His fingers dug into my hips as he held on, slamming into me with brutal force that made the bed rock and squeak in protest under us. With a guttural groan, he locked his hips against mine, and his cock throbbed thicker, and then I felt his hot cum filling me. The sensation pushed me over too, and I pulsed around him, as if I could pull him deeper still.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and at first I thought it was the way he usually swore when he was done, and I thought how funny that I already knew that. And then I let my eyes flutter open, and through the tangle of hair over my face, I saw a figure standing outside the windows.

fifteen

Rumor Has It… A certain member of the elite has been seen sneaking into Thorncrown Chapel at odd hours. Does the court jester have a secret he needs to confess, or is he as simple as he seems?

Colt Darling

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Maverick says. “You’re fucked up.”

“Did she tell you she didn’t want to do that?” I ask, turning to him.

He glances at Lo and then shrugs. “I mean, she put up a little fight, played hard to get. You know how good girls are when they want to be convinced but think their fantasy is too naughty to admit. Just because she’s embarrassed for loving it doesn’t mean she wasn’t willing. You felt her cum all over my dick like a regular crew slut.”

I step around the end of the bed and clock him straight in the face. I don’t think about it, about the fact that he’s my friend, or her sneaky link, or that he was here first, or that he’s definitely carrying. I just do it, and it feels so fucking good.

I never hit first, and now I’ve done it twice.

“What the fuck?” Maverick stumbles back, already swinging. He pulls his punch though, dropping his fist to slam it into my shoulder at the last minute.

“Don’t ever touch her again,” I growl. “Or it’ll be a crowbar next time instead of a fist.”

“You’re lucky I was raised better, or I’d hit you in that damaged head and kill you right now,” Maverick says, glowering. “If you had a claim on her, you should have told me. I fucking asked you.”

“In front of my girlfriend,” I shoot back. “And don’t pull your punches. You want to hit me, fucking hit me. I’d rather you knock the plate out of my skull than treat me like I’m a fucking child.”

“Nah, she’s all yours,” Maverick says, holding up a hand. “I’ve got plenty of pussy where that came from. I don’t need one that causes drama.”

“Then leave,” I order, pointing to the door. “She doesn’t need you either.”

“She picked me up,” he points out. “But seriously, man. What are you doing?”

I glare at him. “I’m staying.”

“You’re getting married?” he asks. “What the fuck. I thought we were more alike than that.”

I shrug. “Guess not.”

“Start out with a wife and a side chick, and you’ll have a mess on your hands for life,” he says. “Better to stick to a Wall of Sluts and dip when shit gets heavy.”

“Because you know anything about relationships.”

It’s his turn to shrug. “Do what you want, I don’t care. But why marry a chick if you’re already stepping out on her? You obviously can’t stay away from Lo, and I know you’re not in it for money, so what’s the point in Dixie again?”

“Fuck off.”

“Think about it,” he says, then turns to Gloria, who’s lying in the bed with the sheet hugged around her body. “It’s been real, princess. Come by the shop if you ever get an itch to climb the ladder again.”

“She’s not a princess,” I grit out. “She’s a queen. And the only dick she’ll be climbing on is mine.”

I think he’s going to say something, but then he just laughs and shakes his head before walking out. I follow him to the front door to lock it behind him. When I return to Gloria’s room, she’s sitting up reaching for a box of tissues beside the bed.

“Why are you still here?” she asks. “I told you to leave.”

“I know,” I say. “But I don’t think I will.”

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