Page 88 of Cold Hard Truth

He lifts, and I swear his stamina is inhuman as he fucks me harder. The more I come, the more he wants it. Insatiable at the sight of me unraveling for him.

“Worn out yet?” Sage thrusts so hard my entire body shudders, another wave of my climax is on the precipice of tearing me apart.

I’m worn out, exhausted. And still, I can’t help myself.

“Why? Is that the best you can do?”

“What did I tell you about that sassy fucking mouth, butterfly?” Sage pulls out of me and rips off the condom, grabbing my throat as he does. “Shut it or I’ll fuck it.”

He moves up my body until one knee is on either side of my shoulders, and he taps his cock on my lips.

“Open.” His hand snakes into my hair, tipping my face up. “I’m going to teach these pretty lips a lesson.”

I should probably be nervous, but when it comes to Sage, I can’t help accepting the challenge. Slowly, I open my mouth and run my tongue around the head of his cock.

“Good girl.” He shoves himself to the back of my throat and my eyes instantly water.

Tears stream my cheeks, but he doesn’t let up.

I’m pinned to the bed as he holds my head in place and fucks my mouth. And it has my core clenching all over again. I can’t move with how I’m positioned, and I’m at his mercy. Gripping the sheets, I blink the tears from my eyes and breathe as best I can through my nose.

Sage pumps his hips, my lips stretching around his thick cock as I try to relax my throat to take him deeper. But even as he bottoms out, his hand sits around the base, stroking what won’t fit in my mouth.

“That’s better.” He pulses deep, and I gag around his cock, coating him in spit.

His thumbs run under my eyes, collecting my tears as he grins, fucking my mouth through it.

His cock turns to steel in my mouth, and that’s the only warning I get before a rope of cum coats my tongue. He shoves in deep, still releasing as he pulls out and paintsmy chest. Cum drips over my breasts and mouth as he empties himself all over me.

“So fucking beautiful.” Sage releases his cock and draws a path over his cum on my lips, shoving it into my mouth.

I reach for his wrist with both hands and force his fingers deeper, sucking the taste of him off them like I’m still sucking his dick. And as my tongue dances the circle around his fingers, he moans. Watching intently as my tongue drags over his fingers when he pulls his hand away.

“We might need to actually get up now.” I glance down at my cum-covered chest.

“I don’t know.” He runs his hand between my breasts. “I like seeing you like this.”

“A mess?”

“You’re a work of beauty.”

“And you’re a beast.”

Sage leans in, dipping his mouth to my ear. “From what I remember, that’s what you always liked about me.”

28

Sage

I didn’t used tobe violent.

Even if people had assumptions based on the fact that I rode through town on my bike wearing my Twisted Kings cut, I wasn’t out to hurt anyone with one wrong look. Fear wasn’t the goal for me.

For others in the club, maybe.

But I was a Twisted King because I cared about the community—the family. Being a part of them gave my life purpose.

Then Lyla left, and I had to do something with the newfound rage that stewed in my gut. I had to find an outlet when I’d never really needed one before. Luckily, underground fighting did the trick.

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