Page 25 of Truth

“Okay, okay… P—please, baby. Please.”

He stopped then asked, “Please what, Mercilyn? I give orders, but for you, I’ll take those shits. Please what?” He gentlypecked my outer lips. My stomach clenched as spurts of release expelled from my body.

“What the?—”

I didn’t have time to process what happened when he lowered me, and with a ram of his dick, he was inside of me. Truth Saint, head of the Saint Riderz, was inside of me, and it never felt so good.

“I’m not huge on sharing, Mercilyn.” As he rested inside of me, I felt his dick jump. “You hear me?”

My creased brows sent a message since he had to be crazy as hell to think I could speak while full of dick and not just any dick—his dick.

“Kenneth Kane Adams.”

Was he speaking about Kane? He licked his lips as he worked his length in and out of me.

“If you want him to live, stay out of his face.”

“But w-we…” He rammed inside of me, and I screamed.

“I know.” He looked down and smiled.

We became one. My walls stretched, and the beautiful pain overtook me. I had no clue what to do, but as my hips rolled with each plunge of his dick, his breath grew ragged.

“Mercilyn?”

His voice was low, raspy even, but his eyes were dark and slitted. He closed them when he rested all that big, long, and thick dick inside of me, planting his forehead on mine. Sweat from his forehead trickled down. The taste of his salty sweat was a flavor I’d forever savor. I wanted this man… I needed him. He took my mouth hungrily, kissing and sucking. I didn’t want him to stop. As he gripped the back of my neck, he sucked on my tongue until he pulled back.

“Keep your mouth open.”

He didn’t have to tell me that. My mouth was wide and eager to feel his lips, tongue, anything he wanted to offer inside of it.And he did when a slow stream of spittle fell over his lip and onto my tongue.

Fuck, in that moment as it slid down my throat as he slowly pumped inside of me, I came. I mean really came, and it didn’t stop. My body shook as he thrusted like his life depended on it. He climbed out of me just enough to flip me over where my knees met the bed.

A spread of my ass cheeks was greeted with a kiss. My body shot forward, but he caught me by my hips. He tongued fuck my lower hole while massaging my pussy. I had no idea a feeling other than pain could grab a hold of me, but I never wanted to feel anything else but this.

“All of that was for you, Merci,” he whispered. “This round, though, is for me.”

“Motherfuckkkk!”

He entered me, with quick and short pumps. I could feel the heaviness of his balls as they slapped my clit. I never knew that was even possible, but he lived up to his got damn name. This man, the one that carried a brotherhood and community on his back, collapsed on top of me. I felt his tears run down my shoulder blade. He was tired. For once in his life, I think that was his way of saying he needed someone too.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, feeling him throb inside of me. He grunted, sat up, then removed himself. The abandoned spacewhere he once was greeted me with cool wind that caused me to shudder. I frowned then rolled over, watching him as he picked up his shorts. He sniffled and looked at me.

“Get some rest,” he muttered. “Lots to do tomorrow.”

“Truth, wait.” I grabbed the sheet and sat up, but it was pointless. He’d walked out and closed the door. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. What the hell just happened?

“It was a mistake.”

I heard him speak as soon as he entered the kitchen. He cleared his throat, then lowered his head when I looked at him and rolled my eyes. Who the fuck says that after he pretty much forced me to be here and then fucked me? Hell, I thought he was gone. I’d hung out in my room most of the day, waiting and watching until I didn’t hear anything outside my door. His auntie, God bless her heart, lightly tapped on the door. I refused to face her or him. When hunger took over, I finally opened the door and on the floor was a tray with a covered dish. That was six hours ago, and I was starving again.

“Merci, shit happens.”

I scoffed because shit didn’t just happen. He came to where I was and took advantage of me. If this was what love was about, then keep it. Chelly’s dream was just that—her dream.

“Figures. Anyway.” He looked down at me with his jaws clenched. I was fully clothed, giving him no reason for him to stare, yet he did. When he refused to leave, I knew how to get him out of my face.

“So, you’re finally off duty from rescuing damsels you think are in distress? Have a few rumblers waiting for you? If so, you know you can leave. I hit Kane up. He’ll be here as soon as his shift is over.”

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