Page 28 of Depraved Truths

She grabs my throat, pushing me onto my back with surprising strength. Climbing on top of me, she presses her lips to mine, her tongue exploring my mouth as she straddles me. Her arousal is evident, dripping onto my stomach. Our tongues twist and tangle, deepening the connection between us. Reaching for my cock, she begins stroking. She lifts herself above me, arching her hips before slowly sinking down onto me, enveloping me completely.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I groan, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounce as she moves. “That’s right, Tess, ride me like the dirty little slut you are.”

She moans, and I spank her perfectly rounded ass. “Fuck, Eli. You feel so good.”

“Touch yourself,” I order, and she obeys, rubbing her clit in slow circles. I grab her nipple and pinch hard, and she screams as she comes, her walls clenching around me. I follow her as we ride the wave together before she collapses on top of me. I don’t knowhow long we lie there, my dick slowly softening as I lazily caress her back.

I can tell she’s deep in thought. She’s probably trying to talk herself out of this—out of us. But I’m not going anywhere.

Her phone shrieks, making her jump off me and scramble to her feet. “Shit. What time is it? I’m going to be late for work.”

With my arms folded behind my head, I watch her move around in her naked glory.

She grabs her phone, sighs in relief. “I still have an hour.”

In that moment, she realizes she’s standing naked in front of the window. She squeaks and retreats from the glass panes.

I grin, appreciatively. “No need to hide that gorgeous body.”

“How am I supposed to walk into work knowing I might have flashed everyone?” She gasps, feigning shock and clutching her imaginary pearls. “The horror!”

“Did you just make a joke, Tessa?”

Her face lights up with a grin as she looks at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can be funny when I want to be.”

My gaze falls to her pouty lips. Lips that would look quite nice wrapped around my cock.

“I need to get a shower,” she says, shooing me away.

“I could join you.” My voice is low and husky, as I move toward her.

“Um, no. Otherwise, this’ll turn into round five.” She spins around, fleeing towards the stairs. With a smirk, she tosses over her shoulder, “You can see yourself out.”

Wait,what?

I know she didn’t just say what I think she said.

“Don’t forget, your clothes are in the dryer,” she adds, motioning toward the laundry room as she heads up the stairs. “It was fun!”

My jaw drops, then stretches into a grin. She really thinks she can get rid of me that easily. I must have fucked her stupid. Grabbing my clothes from the dryer, I head to the kitchen. The rumbling in my stomach reminds me it’s been a while since I had real food. Rummaging through her cupboards and refrigerator, I find the ingredients needed to make a couple of omelets and start cooking. I turn on the coffee maker. I’m not sure how she takes her coffee yet, but I’ll figure it out soon enough.

About half an hour later, she appears at the bottom of the stairs, jaw dropped in surprise when she sees the food laid out.

“I believe I instructed you to leave.”

“Actually, you said, ‘You can see yourself out,’” I correct. “And I will. After I’ve fed you.”

Tessa eyes me suspiciously as she reaches for one of the coffee cups. I watch her grab caramelmacchiatocreamer, noted.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asks.

“Black, two sugars. Thanks.”

Her movements are simple but graceful. The dark blue scrubs she's wearing catch my eye. I never thought scrubs could be sexy, but those pants hug her curves just right.

“Come sit,” I gesture toward the barstool. “I hope you like omelets.”

“I love them,” she replies. After begrudgingly taking a seat, she takes a bite, and moans in appreciation. “This is amazing.” She takes another bite, glancing sideways at me. “Maybe I should have you cook for me more often.”

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