Page 35 of Twisted Games of Revenge

I close my lips around his finger and suck my juices from it, not able to help the moan that leaves my lips. I’m so fucking turned on right now, I think he could do just about anything to me and I would purr for him.

“I want to taste you.” I reach for him, and he lets me unbuckle his pants and set his cock free. Sliding my hand up his shaft, I stroke his thick length while he removes his shirt. He moves out of my grip for just long enough to take off his pants, then he lies down on the bed beside me.

“Come sit on my face so I can eat you out,” he demands.

And while I may not be in to following instructions from this guy, a request like that I can’t say no to. With a massive fucking grin, I move over him, lowering my pussy down onto his face.And fuck, when he flicks his tongue out to taste me again, I buck forward, nearly cumming instantly. His fingers dig into the sides of my hips, pulling me down onto him so I can’t move away.

I reach for his cock, encasing it with my mouth and tasting him for the first time. Salty precum is leaking from the top already, and I lick my tongue over the tip, enjoying the vibration of his groans into my pussy as I do.

Just like he said he would, he eats me like a starving beast who hasn’t been fed in days. Licking, sucking, nipping at me until I’m a panting mess. All I can do is focus on what I’m doing to stop from completely falling apart. I take all of him in as far as I can deep down my throat, then back off. Finding a rhythm, I bob up and down his massive cock, filling my mouth repeatedly.

As the tension builds in my body, I begin to shake, my pussy tightening and my head spinning, and before I know it, I cum in a tidal wave of euphoria. I cry out around his cock as he laps me up, not stopping until I finish riding his face shamelessly.

Then he lifts me and moves me down his body so I’m straddling him reverse cowgirl style with my back facing him. “Ride me, princess.”

Fuck yes, this is what I need, to be filled up by him. I take hold of his cock and move so he’s at my entrance, then I lower down onto him, another wave of euphoria coming over me. My pussy’s slickness slides over him easily, but it’s the way he stretches me that just feels so good. I move, rocking over him as his hands come to my tits, massaging them, plucking at my nipples roughly in a way that burns up my skin and makes me want more. My body is on fire, every inch of me alight and tingling.

He spreads my leaking pussy juices over my puckered hole and presses his thumb inside of me. Slowly easing in and stretching me there.

My body falls forward, and I take hold of the bed, my nails digging into the sheets for some traction as he really starts tomove inside of me, his thumb pumping in and out of my ass as I continue to rock over his cock. “Fuck,” I cry out as my body tightens again. With the fullness of his cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass it’s all too much.

And it’s not long before I feel him jerking forward as well, the hand still resting on my hip tightening as he grunts out my name. “Harley.” My real name.

I suck in ragged breaths, trying to get my shit together as my head spins and my heart feels heavy. I cast a glance over my shoulder at him. He’s gorgeous as ever, a sheen of perspiration over his forehead and chest, his hair curling at the ends and falling over his face in a way that makes him look younger. He looks happy for the first time in so fucking long, and I can’t help but smile back at him. I want him to be happy, he deserves to be. We all do.

He removes his thumb, and I hop off him wincing a little as I move to lie at his side. I’m well and truly fucked. He wraps his arms around me tenderly and kisses my neck in a way that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. That was different. Something has shifted between us, and I for one don’t understand it, but I’m here for it.

When our breathing returns to normal, he places one more kiss to my shoulder then leaves the bed, going to use the bathroom.

Wearily I sit up, running a hand through my now askew wig. I pull the darn thing off and try to fix it, running the strands of silky hair through my fingers. I probably shouldn’t have done that. If I have learned anything from the past, sex always changed things between us. The problem is the chemistry between us is too strong for me to resist. But now I need to pull myself back together and show him I’m still the strong independent woman I was this morning.

“What the fuck is this?” he strides back in the bedroom and tosses me the box of pregnancy tests I had in the bathroom cupboard.

I sigh heavily. Well, that moment of bliss lasted all of five fucking seconds. “It was the way I got Dani to let me out of the house. I tricked her. What are you doing going through my stuff, Alex?”

He tilts his head to the side, his lips tugging up. “You’re not pregnant though, are you?” he asks, as if he likes the idea but he’s also a little scared because he just screwed me so hard, he knows it had to hurt a little.

My stomach clenches at the thought, sickness filling me. “I don’t know, you’re the one who made up that lie to trick your parents, and I have been paranoid ever since.”

He comes to sit beside me. “You should take a test.”

I roll my eyes. “Think I would know if I was pregnant,” I murmur under my breath. “You said you’re working with Marco; does he know you found me?” I ask, changing the subject before we head into a conversation I don’t want to have.

“No one knows except the three of us.”

I lace my hand with his, feeling like I still need to be close to him. “Can you keep it that way? The fewer people who know, the better.”

He nods, but I can see his mind isn’t on this subject. He has some hopeless romantic notion that if we get married and have babies, everything will all just be peachy. I wish it was that fucking simple, but we both know it’s not. “Your brother should know you’re okay. But I understand what you’re saying. Just us for now. Who knows if we can really trust Dani.”

“Exactly what I was thinking. Are they still at your place?”

“No, they moved back into Geovani’s. Dani didn’t want to stay at our place without you there. Least that’s what Marco said.”

“Oh.” Guilt eats at me when I think about what she was doing to help me, but the truth is I don’t trust her; she’s got her own agenda here, I just know it. “Is Marco okay?”

“He’s fine. He knows you’re not dead, he just thinks you took off and you’ll come back when you’re ready.”

“And he’s fine with that? Okay.” I sigh, still feeling terrible about lying to my brother. But the more people who know, the more complicated this all gets. I wouldn’t have told the boys, it’s only that they worked it out with their stupid tracker. And now I have a mess to fix. “Can you take me to your place? And maybe help me repair the damage with Maddox?”

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