Page 34 of Destructive Truths

A wicked smirk dances across his lips. “As badly as I want my dick buried in the base of your throat, I want your pussy strangling it more.”

Anticipation claws at my skin, and my pussy clenches at the filthy picture his words paint. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he reaches into his gym bag and pulls out his wallet. Flipping it open, he retrieves a condom from the casing, then tosses the wallet onto the floor next to our feet. Eyes on him, I watch as he brings the foil packet to his mouth before tearing it open with his teeth. My gaze drops to his throbbing cock as he rolls the rubber along his length.

I swallow the lump forming at the base of my throat. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think that’s gonna fit.”

The chuckle that shuffles his shoulders eases the tension building in my gut. He’s fucking huge, and judging by the gleam in his eyes, he knows it. “Don’t worry, my good little queen. God made your cunt for me, and in about two seconds, I’ll prove it to you.”

I stand up, closing the gap between us. “I’m hearing a lot of talking, Dev. But not much act—”

Suddenly, I’m pressed against the mirror, the ballet bar digging into my stomach. His hand threads around my braids, and he yanks them back. My nipples tease the cold aluminium glass, shooting a strange yet welcome sensation down my spine. Our reflections stare back at us, and desire burns in his icy-grey eyes. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and that look alone almost undoes me. Lowering his lips to my exposed neck, he hovers over my throbbing pulse, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Look at us, darlin’. Look in the mirror and tell me who your moans belong to.”

“You, Liam. They belong to you.”

“That’s right, Free Bird. You’re mine.”

“Touch me.”

Without hesitation, his fingers pinch my nipples, and my body instantly responds.

“I’m going to do more than touch you. I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast, until the only name falling past your lips is mine.”

“Please.”

“I’ll bury my cock inside your tight little cunt, and you’ll watch your sweet tits bounce with every thrust. Can you do that, darlin’? Can you stare at our reflection while I make you come so hard you’ll never forget who it is you belong to?” I nod my head, far too turned on to form words. “I need your words, Saoirse. Tell me… what do you want?”

“Fuck me, Dev. Please, I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s my good little queen.”

His hand splays across the base of my back, bending me at the waist and forcing me to lean against the ballet barre. Next, he lines his sheathed cock at my entrance and, with one forceful thrust, imbeds himself inside me.

“Oh, God.” I feel him everywhere. My pussy clenches around him, moulding to his cock as he slides in and out, torturing me with the delicious piercings that line his crown. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

“Jesus, Saoirse. You’re so fucking tight.”

I fall forward, my back arching as he pumps in and out of me with reckless abandon. My legs shake uncontrollably, begging for a third explosive release. A sheen of sweat covers my burning-with-need skin. “Yes. Oh my God! Yes.”

Reaching back with my right arm, I hook it around his neck and flatten my back against his chest.

Suddenly, Liam’s hand slides down my stomach and dips between my legs. He circles my clit once, twice, three times until my pussy tightens around him, gripping his hard length. My release starts in my core, travelling down my legs before bursting through me like a fireworks display.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come with me, baby. Come all over my dick.”

Together we tip over the edge, giving in to our release.

“Oh my God!” Beibhinn’s screech fills the space around us, and as if things can’t get any more embarrassing, our eyes connect in the mirror’s reflection before she swiftly lifts her arm to cover her face. “My eyes! I need to sanitise my eyes.”

“Beibhinn!” Liam barks. “Get the fuck outta here, now!”

“Eh, yeah. Erm, Saoirse. I’ll just, eh, em… wait. In the car.”

“Now!”

“I’m going, I’m going.” She rushes towards the door, but not before leaving us with something only Beibhinn would say. “Happy dicking!”

The cackle that follows the bang of the door closing behind her makes Liam and I erupt into laughter. Slowly, he eases out of me, placing a soft and gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Well, at least we won’t ever forget our first time.”

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