Page 81 of All Our Secrets

I imagined what she must look like beneath me right now. Legs pinned back and tits pressed down by her thighs. And it was me above her, holding those sweet legs back, trapping her. Something about her letting me take her in such a vulnerable position, in a way that could be painful and uncomfortable, drove me fucking crazy. As if I wasn’t crazy enough over her.

“You good?” I asked again.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“No, baby. I need to know if you’re going to be able to get off this way.” Because I needed her to unravel on my dick before I sought release, and I might too soon if I stayed like this.

“I can,” she said through a pant. “You’re so deep.” My chest cracked at how sweetly she whispered the last part, like it was embarrassing for her to say it.

“I wish I could see you,” I admitted.

Her pussy clenched again in response, and I groaned. I moved out slightly and pushed back in as I leaned forward and stole the sigh from her lips with a kiss. She surrendered, placing her hands in my hair. My tongue flicked against hers as I thrust once, twice, then she cried out into my mouth.

“The lights might be off, Peyton, but you still know who’s inside you.” I gyrated my hips so that my pubic bone ground against her swollen clit. But fuck, the motion worked me over too. My entire body shook. When she said nothing, I kissed her chin, neck—anywhere my lips reached. “Right?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Say it.” Another deep thrust, and her breath hitched. “You know who’s balls deep inside you. Whose dick you’re about to come on. Say my name. The darkness can’t hide me.”

I stopped completely. My cock throbbed, ready to explode, but I couldn’t let go until she said my name. I’d pull out of her to keep from losing the battle if I had to. I would have to in another few seconds if she didn’t anyway because her pussy clenched around me again.

Oh fuck—

“Say it, Peyton,” I rasped.

“Oh God, I’m coming again.” And damn it, she was. My ball sack drew up, and my cock throbbed. I fought a losing battle. My body heated as she squeezed and sucked the life out of me with her release. “Silas!”

I spilled inside her to the sound of my name on her lips.

“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear as I continued to thrust. “My name on your lips… fuckingperfect. You’re perfect.”

Finishing off the remnants of our releases, I pumped into her pussy a few more times, kissed her jaw, then climbed off her quickly since I had a feeling her legs were cramped and numb from the position.

That’s when she tried to flee. I stopped her by the wrist. “I’m not finished.”Not now. Not ever.

Just like the night before, she pulled free of my grip and ran.

How many times should I let her flee before I stopped letting go?

Chapter Thirty-Three:

Baby… please

Peyton

Oh boy, was I in trouble. Oh man, I corrected myself. I’d really climbed up the wrong tree when it came to Silas King. My legs ached that morning when I woke. My body hadn’t been worked like that in a long time.

I still feel him inside me.

The way his beard tickled my thigh as he sucked on my clit… I shivered at the memory. Oh sweet mother of mercy. I shook my head, as if that would send the thoughts sailing off each bouncing strand of my hair.

The soreness was good. And I hated that I enjoyed how good and thoroughly fucked I felt. But this was exactly what I needed. Now I could carry on with my life. No more visits to Silas’s bed.

I was serious this time.

I sipped on my Dr Pepper and did amazingly well at not looking at Silas when he exited the bathroom. But when he neared me in the kitchen, I inhaled sharply, breathing in his woodsy shampoo.

I startled when his hand flattened on my back. His lips brushed across my forehead. “Good morning, baby.”

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