Page 39 of The Truths that Deceive

She starts to pant.

Little fucking Calista likes being bossed around. No, she likes to fight before she submits. That’s the beating heart of her. She wants my games just like I want hers.

She’s grinding against me with her hips, and I’m having a hard fucking time concentrating on what I’m doing. Which is deconstructing her.

I bite. Hard. Calista lets out a wobbly cry and spasms. And fuck… did she just come from me sucking and biting and teasing her nipple?

She fights me now, but I easily hold her down. “You want my old cock, admit it.”

“Screw you.”

“See? You want me.”

The fire that flashes is worth a thousand willing pussies, a thousand naked women who crawl on the floor for me, who ride me and beg for more.

Calista suddenly breaks free, and I flip her around so she’s on top of me. She takes a shuddery breath before dipping in for a violent, sharp-edged kiss. When she tries to pull away, I thread my hand in her hair and bring her in, harder and wilder. She whimpers, clawing at me.

What I want is to bury myself in her again.

What I want is for her to crawl on her hands and knees to me. To sit between my thighs and suck my cock. I want her to fucking worship it.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to bend a woman to my will quite like that.

I do now.

Shit, most women love my cock. I’m popular at the sex clubs, especially O-Ring, the Knight’s very own. Girls who work there who want me, others who frequent the place, too. I fuck a lot of them.

And as long as they’re of age, I haven’t given a damn. I prefer older, but in a club?

Young, sweet pussy is pliable to will. And the sweet, young things who get into O-Ring are the hottest out there. I’ll share. I’ll fuck them in front of the others if my mood takes me.

It’s just when I’m on the hunt, when I choose a lover, I prefer them older. I like what experience brings. And playing primal games with a woman comes with the least amount of mess.

I’m not a fan of mess.

I’m definitely not into anything resembling a relationship, especially of the sexual variety with girls around my kid’s age.

Except, apparently, this one.

Not that it’s a relationship. Not that I have any intentions of pursuing one, even if that were possible. But if I was looking… no. I’m not. She’s a fuck and nothing more. And a fuck with an agenda behind it. I want to know what she knows. Whether she knows it or not.

Calista might not be able to see the connections, but I’ll be able to.

And this?

She tastes of all the good things wrapped in bad.

I explore her mouth in a dark, pagan way. And then as our tongues start to twirl and duel, start to dance and fuck, I push her off me.

Her hand comes up to my throat and she tries to squeeze as she climbs back on.

Everything in me explodes.

I push up into her hand, adjust her grip, help her choke me. She rears back but I hold her in place.

“You’re crazy.”

“If you’re going to try and kill me,” I say, dragging her down while keeping her hand on my throat, “you might want a weapon. I’m a bit too strong for you.”

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