Page 24 of Depraved Truths

“Since I’m here, maybe you can show me what you want,” I say, gesturing toward the back door.

“Huh?” she stammers, clearly flustered.

“Outside,” I say with a wink. “The outdoor living area you want to redo. What did you think I meant?”

She laughs, shaking her head before motioning for me to follow. As we step onto the back porch, I take in the expansive yard and the lake stretching out beyond the fence. Her garden is a stunningdisplay of white roses, and there must be at least a dozen blooming in a soft cluster, their petals glowing in the fading sunlight. This place is a prime spot—serene, quiet, a little slice of paradise.

She points out the areas she wants to renovate, and I can already picture the improvements in my head. The project would be easy enough.

“I see you have an outdoor shower,” I say, nodding toward a small wooden structure in the corner of the yard. Dark-stained oak walls and pebble steps lead to the entrance, complementing the tranquility of the space.

“It was one thing I absolutely had to have,” she replies, her excitement evident. “After a run or a swim in the lake, I love rinsing off before going inside.”

We move closer to take a look, and as we do, she stumbles over the water nozzle.

Ice-cold water bursts from the showerhead, drenching us both instantly.

She squeals, her face flushing as she scrambles to turn the nozzle off. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Laughter rumbles up from my chest, the initial shock fading quickly. I glance down at her, and my breath catches—her white tank top clings to her curves, nearly translucent, the lace of her bra and the hard peaks of her nipples unmistakable beneath the soaked fabric.

Dragging my gaze back to her face, I find her staring at me, something darker in her expression now. Her lips part slightly, the air between us thickening.

Stepping closer, my chest brushes against hers, the heat of her body seeping into mine.

I’m not sure who moves first, but suddenly our lips collide, desperate and hungry. Her hand slides around my neck, pulling me deeper, her tongue meeting mine in a fevered rhythm. I trace my fingers down her cheek, along her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone. She tastes like sugar and desire, and I can’t get enough.

She pulls her mouth from mine and draws in a ragged breath, looking up at me with a hesitant expression.

“We should stop,” I respond easily, taking a small step back. The last thing I would ever do is push her into something she isn’t ready for.

“No. Don’t stop. Please. Fuck me, Eli.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull her wet tank over her shoulders and head.God, she is fucking beautiful. She’s grabbing at my shirt and yanks it off, and then her hands are everywhere all at once. Peppering light kisses down her neck and collarbone, I keep moving lower until I reach her ample breasts, and I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth through the bra, sucking hard. She moans and grinds against me. I flick the other nipple with my other hand and slowly run my hand down into her shorts beneath her lacy thong. She’s soaking wet for me. My cock’s so hard I feel like I’m going to burst out of my shorts.

“God damn, baby,” I growl. “So fucking wet.”

“That feels so good,” she moans when I shove two fingers into her tight pussy and rub circles around her clit with my thumb.

“I can feel how ready you are.”

“Oh, dear god, Eli. I need you.”

Tessa yanks my shorts down, and my cock springs out. She wraps her hands around my shaft and pumps it. She rubs at theprecum on the head of my penis with a finger and smirks, taking the finger to her mouth and sucking it off. So fucking hot. So full of surprises.

“I need to go grab a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

I pause. “I’ve been tested, and I’m clean, but are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, I can’t wait any longer. I need you to make me come,” she pleads, her steel grey eyes darkened with desire.

Fuck it. I peel off her shorts and panties, lift her hips, and rub the base of my cock against her tight dripping entrance. Without further hesitation, I toss her against the shower wall and thrust deeply inside her, and we both groan with relief. She’s so tight, it’s like her sweet cunt was made for me. I capture her lips in mine and continue hard, fast strokes.

“That’s right, Tess. Fucking come on this dick like the good girl you are.”

Within seconds, her moans of pleasure spike, and she screams out my name, her pussy contracting around my cock. My balls tighten as I sense my building climax, and I push deeper inside her, filling her with my release.

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