Page 130 of One Big Little Secret

I’m that ravenous, reduced to this depraved thing worshipping every thrust he gives.

“Salem, look at me,” he growls, slowing his pumps and holding himself in me.

Gently at first, like he’s testing my limits, then harder.Faster.

“I want your eyes on me while I fuck you.”

Ohhh, shit.

My panting deepens. This is new and familiar and fierce.

He grips my thighs, pushing my legs back so he can look at me properly.

“Fuck,” he grinds out. “Play with your clit before I come in you.”

I happily oblige.

Without a second thought or fear or hesitation.

I’m so close to the brink I can’t think.

There’s just hot breath stalled in my lungs and the steady churning roar of my own heartbeat as I reach down.

I play with myself as he pounds into me, mimicking the movement of his tongue with my fingers, and my pussy tightens and throbs until I can’t take it.

“Patton,” I whisper. It’s a warning, more messy breath than words.“Patton!”

“Fucking go,” he orders. “Come on my cock. Come like you’ve wanted since the last time I fucked you.”

He grips my thighs and raises my hips at the very last second.

Then I’m crashing over.

I shatter.

I drown in foaming pleasure.

I scream into his mouth when his teeth capture my bottom lip, drowning my ecstasy.

When he picks up speed and goes harder, deeper, I know he must be close, so I wrap my legs around him, digging my nails into his back.

A screwed-up part of me still hates this man for blowing up my life without even knowing it.

But a sicker part adores what he does to me.

No one else could ever splinter me like this or make me ache for his eruption like the desert craving rain.

And God, it’s only thesecondtime, but it already feels like a basic need I’ve been missing for far too long.

The sheer intensity, the way he fucks like he’s just as conflicted, each stroke brimming with love and hate and unholy passion.

And I want him more than the air in my lungs when he bows up, tenses, and bruises me.

He slams his hips against mine with a guttural noise that might be my name—half curse and half prayer.

I never know.

Because another orgasm rips me in two as his cock swells, heaving in my depths, flooding me with magma.

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