Page 27 of Depraved Truths

I grab his shirt and begin to pull it off. My jaw drops as I really look at his chest for the first time, noticing his six-pack and the powerful muscles in his arms. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans, and reach into his boxers to grasp his firm length. My body tingles with excitement, a thrill coursing through me like a jolt of electricity. His jeans fall as he steps out of them. His large, hard erection is impossible to ignore. Holy shit, he’s even more massive than I remember. A bead of precum glistens at the tip, signaling his arousal. He kisses me hard, his lips consuming mine, the taste of minty toothpaste mingling with my own juices.Huh, he must carry toothpaste around in his bag as well. The sensation of him unhooking my bra snaps me back to the present. My bra falls to the ground, and my nipples harden in response.

“You are fucking beautiful. These perfect tits fill my hands as if they were made just for me. I could spend hours worshiping every inch of your body,” he says softly as he cups my breast and toys with my nipple.

He moves his mouth to my other breast, sucking and nipping at my stiffened peak. A loud moan escapes my lips. As my hands roam over his body, they eventually find their way to his perfect cock, which is standing at full attention for me. I tightly grasp his firm shaft and begin to stroke it slowly, feeling the heat building between my legs. My pussy’s drenched, my release seeping down my thighs.

I kneel eagerly, itching to take his throbbing dick into my mouth, but he stops me. “No, not like that,” he growls. “I need to be back inside your perfect, tight cunt.”

He lifts me and flips me over onto the counter, face down. His hands reach down to my slit, rubbing over my clit. I feel his hard cock pushing against my entrance. As he thrusts deeply inside me, I release a moan of pleasure.

“That’s it, Tess. Take this dick like a good girl,” he praises.

The room is filled with the intense sound of skin slapping against skin as he pulls out and thrusts even harder. With my face pressed against the counter, his movements grow more rapid, and his skillful hand massages small circles around my clit.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

Turns out, I have a praise kink. Who knew?

I curve my spine, allowing him to strike deeper.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” Eli growls.

As the sensations grow stronger, I climax, screaming his name as I squirt onto his cock. I can feel his balls tightening as he grunts, spilling himself into me. Eli sinks against me, his weight a comforting pressure, and his lips brush softly against my shoulder.I’m breathless, my heart pounding like a drum, but my body has never felt so sated.

“That was... unbelievable,” I murmur, my body exhausted.

He gently pulls out, then grabs a rag from the hall bathroom. The damp cloth feels cool against my skin as he washes me up, then carries me to the couch. Pulling a throw blanket over us, he snuggles close, spooning me. His lips brush across my forehead. My eyelids grow heavy, and I can barely keep them open. As I drift off to sleep, his arms around me, all I can think of is how perfect this is. But it can’t last. As much as I crave it, cravehim, I know this moment is fleeting, that it will end. I have to make sure it does.

Chapter 20

As Tessa sleeps, I watch her. Her breathing is barely audible. I could spend hours just watching her. Gently, I brush a stray blonde lock from her face and tuck it behind her ear. She's mine, though she doesn't know it yet. Now that I’ve tasted her, I’ll never let her go. This feeling is unlike anything I've ever known.

I've had casual relationships, but none were significant enough for me even to consider bringing them home to meet my family. We respected each other, and I never let anyone think we were more serious than we were, no promises of forever. We'd go our separate ways but still be friends.

The only real entanglement was with my high school girlfriend, Molly. Losing my sister sent me spiraling. The pain was unbearable, and I started using drugs and drinking to numb myself. I blamed everyone, even myself. Molly tried to be there for me, but she couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just process it and move on. I isolated myself, refusing to answer her calls or texts. For months, she tried to reach out, including showing up at my house. I’d either ignore the doorbell or get my parents to tell her to leave.Eventually, she gave up and went to college at Clemson, where she started dating a baseball player.

As for me, I let go of my football scholarship. I no longer believed I deserved the dreams I’d once held dear. My parents were wrapped in their own grief and couldn't support me. Dad buried himself in work, while Mom filled her time with charity events and book clubs. Sometimes, I’d wake to the sound of her cries, echoing through the empty house. Every time she cried, I wished I had died instead. If Jace hadn’t pushed me to get my act together and the recruiter hadn’t convinced me to join the Navy, I might not be here today.

Tessa shifts in her sleep, and for a brief moment, I worry she’ll wake and catch me staring at her like a creep. Her eyes are still closed, and a contented sigh escapes her lips. One thing I know for sure, I’ll never let Tessa down. She’s mine now, she just doesn’t know it yet. With my arm around her waist, her soft breaths lull me into a peaceful slumber.

I wake a few hours later, the first light of dawn casting long shadows across the still waters of the lake. Tessa is sprawled across me, her head resting on my chest, her blonde hair catching the early morning light. Our legs are tangled together, and the blanket has slipped down, revealing the soft swell of her full breasts. Within moments, my morning wood turns into a raging hard-on. She’s sleeping so peacefully that I don’t want to disturb her. While it might be tempting, I’m not into somnophilia. As I ease myself out from beneath her, she sighs softly and rolls over. I pull the blanketup over her, slip on my boxers, and head to the bathroom to take a piss.

The downstairs hasn’t changed much, except for the kitchen and living room merging into one open space. It shines with a modern touch and is impeccably organized. The bathroom is painted in a calm blue hue, adding a sense of tranquility to the space. After I finish, I lower the toilet seat, like the gentleman I am. Turning around, I glance at the painting on the wall. It's a picture of a blonde toddler playing in the sand, building a sandcastle. Her smile beams up at the artist, her eyes sparkling a deep, nearly metallic gray.

As I leave the bathroom, something catches my attention. A tiny glimmer in the painting. It’s a small camera, no bigger than a pinhole, hidden in the child’s eye.Why would Tessa have a camera in her bathroom?I exit quietly and survey the kitchen, spotting three more cameras in various places: the smoke detector, an electrical outlet, and within a decorative plant. I’m completely confused by this—like trying to solve a puzzle with no pieces. Why would Tessa need all of these cameras? Is she trying to escape something or someone? She’s hiding something from me, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I'd kill anyone who even thought about hurting her. I need to uncover her secrets, and I’m determined to find the truth, no matter what.

Returning to the living room, I lay down on the couch beside her. Her delicate features and peaceful slumber make her seem like an angel. As she stirs, she unconsciously rubs her ass against my groin. Alright, maybe a wicked angel. My dick hardens, and she jolts awake, her eyes snapping open. She stares at me, a mix of shockand uncertainty in her gaze, though there’s an unmistakable hint of longing underneath.

“Well, shit,” she mutters.

With a raised eyebrow, I remark, “That’s not the usual reaction I get after bringing a woman to orgasm multiple times.”

She rolls her eyes and makes a dramatic face palm but then softens and leans her head against my chest. Her hard nipples brush against my skin, and my dick perks up, nudging against her clit. A soft, pleasurable moan escapes her as she rolls her hips in response. Her stare feels heavy as she lifts her head to look into my eyes.

“This is the last time,” she whispers to herself.

That's what she thinks.

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