Page 108 of The Truths that Deceive

“Now that’s a fucking view.” I run the knife over her ass, the back of the blade, loving how it makes her shiver. Then I set it down. “Use your safe word if you need it.”

I slide my fingers over her, between her cheeks, her sweet asshole calling to me, but first I dip into her cunt. She moans again as I push into her, stretching her with my fingers, rubbing her G-spot until the noise she makes reaches a higher pitch.

She’s so fucking wet she’s ready to come, and me?

I’m almost fucking delirious with the need for her.

I remove my fingers and plunge into her wet heat, and the sigh in the air is a perfect moment. I feel it, the coming home, and Calista’s soft, satisfied smile as I stay, balls deep, burns itself into me.

Then I pull out, and shove back in, and the wetness coats my way like lube. I dip a finger into her and she jerks. “Word?”

“Keep fucking going. You’ve been teasing me. I need… I need to come. I need to come big… So fuck me. Make it hurt.”

I grab her hips and start to hammer into her, hitting bottom every fucking time. Hard enough she’d slide if I didn’t have hold of her, and she pushes back into me over and over.

This isn’t enough. Not this time. Not this fuck.

I need to own her, all over. Stamp her as mine. I want to ruin her for future lovers.

But stopping is hard. Because her cunt wraps tight, and though it stretches for me, and her moans blanket me in more want, it still feels like she’s trying to take my cock off.

It feels like she was made just for me.

And I need more.

I lean over her as she rocks back on me and I fuck her inshort, deep stabs that make her start growling, start grinding on me hard like she can’t get enough.

Grabbing her hair, I put my mouth to her ear and bite down on her lobe. I’m rewarded by a spasm of her cunt, and it almost makes me come.

“Like that, little girl?”

“More.”

“Not what I asked. Do you like me fucking you like this, like I want to climb inside you and wreck you from the inside out?”

“Yes.” Her fingers claw at the floor. She’s on her elbows and I want her ass higher, head and upper torso pressed to the boards. “I fucking love it, you dick.”

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna pull out, line up, and fuck the ever-loving Christ out of that pretty little asshole, okay?”

“Do it!” Her voice wobbles. “Now.”

And I lose more of myself again… except this time, there’s a small part of me that’s afraid I won’t ever get it back.

Chapter 30

Calista

I’m shimmering with sweat. His body heat burns into my skin.

I think… I think I’ve lost my mind for demanding him to do this thing that both scares and excites me.

Smith pulls out of my pussy and smacks my ass hard, making me cry out. Not from pain because he knows how to do it so that I get a pleasing sting that rushes with pleasure and makes everything sing. No, I cry out because I’m so fucking empty and I need him to fill me.

We should be talking, strategizing. But my God, I want this.

Even as I hate being the weaker one, the prey, I love it, too. I want him to own me, to overwhelm. And I want to both fight and give in to him. I want him to make me do all sorts of sordid things with him. And more than that, I want his cock in my ass.

He paints my asshole with my juices and then slowly pushes two fingers in.

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