Page 95 of Twisted Truths
“Fuck, Hadley,” I grunt, flexing my stomach as she hollows her cheeks and moves up and down the length of my dick, sucking with just the right amount of pressure. “That feels … Mmm…”
I can’t form coherent words as she pulls off, swirling her tongue around my head before taking me deep again. So much for teaching her. For someone who has never done this before, I certainly have no complaints. But as good as her mouth feels, I need to be inside her.
“Hadley, baby…” I moan her name, my fingers tightening in her hair.
“Mmm…?” she hums, and my hips jerk in response to the vibrations shooting through my body.
“Fuck…” I hiss, stretching the word out.
With a mammoth effort, I drop Hadley’s hair and take a step back, internally groaning at the lack of her mouth on me. She blinks up at me with wide eyes, and I quickly help her to her feet, smashing my lips to hers.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmur against her lips, my hand dipping between her legs.
I rub her clit with my thumb as I press two fingers inside her, making sure she’s ready for me. I’m sure she’s still sore from last night, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“Nash,” she mewls, her body trembling against me.
“You ready for me, little possum?”
“Yes,” she breathes, clinging to my neck.
Gripping her arse, I lift her easily, pressing her back against the tiles as I kiss her senseless. My cock slides between her folds, and I tease her, reaching between us and rubbing her clit as she rubs herself along my length.
Unable to take it any longer, I notch myself at her entrance, both of us groaning in unison as I push inside. She feels so good clamping down around me. I give her a moment to adjust, devouring her lips until we’re both panting the same air.
Hadley rolls her hips, letting me know she’s ready, and I draw out slowly before thrusting back inside. She cries out, and I capture the sound with my lips. I’m addicted to the way our bodies mould together perfectly, like she was made for me.
We move in sync; she grinds down on me as I thrust up, her tits bouncing from the momentum. I trail my lips and tongue over her jaw, down her throat, and nip at her collarbone. Her head tips back, her mouth parting as she whimpers.
“Are you okay?” I ask, resting my forehead against hers.
She nods, her eyelids fluttering as she makes another sinful noise. “Please, don’t stop,” she cries, burying her face in the crook of my neck. “It feels so … Oh…” She draws the last word outas her body shudders against me, her pussy clamping down on my dick as she comes. I kiss her through her orgasm, our bodies slapping together as I continue my merciless thrusts.
My own release builds, but I’m not ready yet. I want her to come again, so I reach between us and flick her clit, pinching and rubbing the sensitive bud, feeling her pussy flutter around me. My tongue delves into her mouth with the same rhythm as my fingers and my cock, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
As she shatters around me again, I thrust inside her—once, twice—before pulling out with a low groan, painting both our stomachs with my cum.
Both of us breathing heavily, I gently lower her until she’s standing on wobbly feet. Spinning her so her back is to my front, I reach for the body wash, pumping a liberal amount in my hand before rubbing it over her body. She trembles as my hands work over her breasts, moaning as I tease her nipples. Her arse brushes over my semi-hard cock, and it twitches in appreciation.
“Keep doing that and we’ll never get clean,” I growl in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
She turns her head so she can kiss me deeply. “And that would be a bad thing?” she teases.
I groan again. This womanwillbe the death of me.
The water starts to cool, and I press my lips to the crook of her neck. “I definitely wouldn’t complain,” I murmur against her slick skin. “But we’re going to run out of hot water, so maybe we should take this to my room.”
“Mmm … Yes, please.”
I finish washing the both of us quickly and shut the water off. Reaching for a towel, I wrap her up first before grabbing a second one for myself. Our clothes are covered in flour, cocoa, and egg yolk, so we leave them on the floor and headfor my bedroom, stopping short in the kitchen when we find a visitor sitting at the island bench, an amused grin on his face as he takes a bite of his sandwich.
“I guess you two sorted out your differences,” Gabriel quips.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I curse, shoving Hadley behind me. “How long have you been back?”
“Long enough,” he smirks, and I run a hand over my face.
Fuck me.
