Page 33 of The Truths that Deceive

Not a hint of her way out, ofcode.

I wait another beat.

“Your little dick stopped working?” she snarls.

And I laugh, slamming into her.

Oh fuck, she’s tight.

“Oh… oh God… Oh hell…” Her words come out with each thrust and soon she stops.

Her hands are spread on the wall, and I move mine to hook my fingers in her mouth. She tongues me and sucks at my fingers until I pull down, making her keep her mouth open, making her drool.

It’s fucking filthy hot and my balls climb, tighten, the urge to spill into her thrumming hard as I thrust deep.

I bring my other hand around to pull at her cunt lips, pressing on her clit as I make everything almost impossibly tight. Calista rubs herself against me, shoves back onto me, and she starts to shake and convulse, her pussy clenching down on me, pulling me deep.

It’s too much. That one step I can control as she milks my cock and I slam into her hard and come deep.

And when I’m done, I pull my hand from her mouth, rocking into her.

“Happy you got some?” she asks, her snark in place and it licks against me.

“You think that was the end?” I grin and thrust again because I’m still hard. “Little girl, we just got started.”

Chapter 10

Calista

Ican’t stand. The orgasm that hit me still rolls through my body, still ringing bells deep inside. And his cock’s still buried in my pussy. That thing is big, fucking huge even, and apparently can just keep going.

I’d think at his age, he’d been popping little blue pills except there weren’t any in his toiletries when I went through his things. I found the gun but no clips. And I seriously doubt he keeps performance pills with his bullets.

I think this is just him.

And I want to sink to the ground.

Like Smith can read my mind, he pulls out of me and lets me do just that.

I collapse on the floor, my torn dress surrounding me, my inner thighs slick with remnants of both of our orgasms. I’m hot and cold. Overdressed and humiliatingly naked.

He touches my cheek. I smack it away.

His soft laughter settles like a blanket over me. I turn my face up and he’s dressed, cock out. He should look ridiculous.

He doesn’t.

With his hard cock and the severe look on his face, he’s dangerous, masculine, and God help me, he makes my motor rev and hum.

Smith chased me down, leaped over the damn railing to get me, and then he dragged me back up in here. He choked me, ripped off my dress, and fucked me hard and fast against the wall.

Every moment is something I want to hate.

But I loved each one.

I want to do it again.

He’s ignited something in me, and I need it again. The fight, the chase, the devouring.

---