Page 73 of Secrets That Bind Us
“I’m going to fucking come, Dean.”
I lean up, one arm goes around the small of her back, the other to the nape of her neck to grasp her by the hair. “Mmhmm. Come for me again, Verity, so I can fill you up. I want to feel that pussy grip me tight like she always does, that’s it baby. There’s my perfect girl. So fucking gorgeous. Squeeze me baby, make me come. Thatta girl. I want to feel you… that’s my baby… Ohhhh fuck, Verity.”
“Please Dean, I need you to come with me.”
“I’m right there baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. So good. So tight. So wet. I fucking love this pussy. All mine. Mine.Mine.”
She comes so hard, clenching around me, a sob escaping her lips along with my name, and I erupt, her name on mine. I drop back, feeling the after-quivers, and each one makes me twitch.
Panting, she lands on my chest, and my arms immediately go around her. “Oh my God oh my God, Dean-“
“I know.” I smirk, satisfied as fuck.
“No, Dean. I think… I think you’re Noah’s father.”
I sit up on my elbows. “Repeat that?”
But she doesn’t get a chance.
There’s a rattling at her front door, three loud bangs, and then what sounds like someone kicking it in. I race to the door, not giving a fuck that all I’m wearing is socks. But when I open it, there’s no one there. Just the dark clouds promising a thunderstorm the size of Texas. When I turn back to go in, I swear to God, I see a shadow head into the basement. I race behind it, flipping on the light switch as I go.
But there’s nothing down there.
Just that eerie fucking feeling of being watched.
I climb back up the stairs, close the door, flip the switch, and face my future bride, standing by the bed. I point to it. “Uh-uh. You’re not off the hook. Back in bed. You owe me an explanation, and then I’m fucking you all over again. I’m not done with you and I want you to know right now, I’llneverbe done with you.”
“Yes sir.” She salutes me, climbing back in bed, flashing me that pretty pussy dripping my cum.
Fuck. Me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Verity
Age Twenty-Four
The door wasn't closed for even a second before he had me pressed up against it. Lips on my jaw, the shell of my ear, I was on fire. Burning from my core to every single one of my extremities. I could pretend, right? After that last screaming match with Micah, where we decided to call it off– I could pretend this man washim. I'm ashamed I've done it so much with Micah, butthisfeels different.
This stranger with almost the right shade of blue eyes, a little stormy, more sapphire than cobalt, but I could pretend. Just once I could forget. Just once I could be adventurous like the heroines in my novels.
His feverish, drunk, messy kisses trail down my chest, between my breasts, his large, calloused hands shoving them together and licking each swell, sucking my nipples through the material, making it cling to them. Fuck. I think I could come from this. In an act of brute strength, he pulled the bodice of my dress apart, the beads popping off and scattering across the floor. "You fucking smell like her, fuck." He growled.
I don't care if he was using me to forget someone or remember them. I was doing the same goddamn thing. This was just some stranger from the bar downstairs, at the same party for two people that tended to break-up every seven months or so.
It’s the first time I'm so close to home with another broken heart.
My stranger stares down at me, dazed and as tipsy as me. His thumbs find the edge of my mask, but I shake my head. If the masks come off, this was too real. I'd have to face reality, and I wasn't ready for that yet. I need this. To feel alive for once in such a long time.
It felt like he understood, like he wanted to pretend I was someone else, too. He shoves one flimsy strap down my arm, then the other, and the dress pools at my feet like a puddle of creamy silk. I stood proudly in nothing but my nude heels, and a black thong.
"Gorgeous. Absolutely fucking... just...perfect." From the lips of a stranger, for once, Ifeltperfect. And then my masked, raven-haired stranger with stormy eyes dimmed the lights, but only enough that when he took off his shirt, every ridge and groove of his body was highlighted.
And then he was on me.
Deep kisses with tongue, strong roaming hands, gripping and tugging. My thighs are parted, and soon I had a tongue so far up my cunt I yelp at the sensation. Every fast flick of his tongue against my clit has me bucking my pussy against his face, clutching it to me by those inky strands and he groans into me. In the blink of an eye I'm being fucked into oblivion with a hard, thick length that stretches and fills every part of me that hasn't been touched since...
"Oh my God!" My orgasm barrels out of nowhere, causing me to curl forward, piercing his back with my nails, my feet digging into the small of his back but I can't get enough. My hips roll, needing, wanting more, fucking him like a crazed woman that’s never experienced an orgasm, and just did for the first time in her life.
