Page 94 of Twisted Revelations

My heart tapped a maddening beat in my chest as the pulse points in my neck and lady parts blazed with heat, the ambers combusting into a slow burn.

My first moan escaped and vibrated against his mouth. The sensual glide of his tongue slipped along the contours of my lips, enticing me to open for him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth with a smooth ease I hadn’t expected.

How could he be so big, tough, and hard and be so ingeniously sexy and gentle, breathing pleasure into my body through a simple kiss? He made me want more, and I gripped the edge of his T-shirt angling for our bodies to connect.

He eased back because we needed to breathe, but I was intoxicated off him, buzzed in a new way. He’d given me a taste, and I wanted more, a lot more of him. I wanted all of him, all six-foot-eight well-built inches.

I stood on legs weakened from our kiss. When I placed myself on his lap, sitting across his strong thighs, hints of shock reflected in his features before they disappeared and were replaced with lust. His eyes grew heavy. His strong arms encircled me, melding me into his body as my arms met at the back of his neck, my nails raking through the short hairs at the back of his head.

“Beverly,” he breathed against my lips. Calling out my name in the heat of the moment, the warmth from his breath coated me like an addictive toxin he’d sprayed.

“Luke,” I whispered back.

His firm hands massaged my back, thighs, and arms. It didn’t matter where they were placed as long as his hands were on me.

“I want to be with you,” rushed out between our kisses.

My words stalled him, causing him to leave our kiss and seek my eyes.

“Are you sure?” he was being the gentleman I didn’t need him to be. Judging by the thick hardness pressing into the backs of my thighs, he was as ready as I was.

After I stood, he took up his gun from a nook in the couch and his wallet from the end table. The gun was tucked down the back of his shorts before he reached for my hand and allowed me to lead him to my suite. We remained quiet on our journey as we drew nearer to what would either ruin us or bring us closer together.

My damp palm twisted the knob before I sprang the door open and led him to the huge bed. He placed his wallet and the gun on the nightstand before he turned and glared at me, eyes wide and observing my every move.

An odd silence fell between us. Was he nervous or excited? I made the first move, leading his hands to the belt of my robe.

He pulled it apart with ease before he allowed his fingers to slip behind the material and ease it open and away from my body.

My teen years had done a number on me. Within any group, I was always the fat one, the cute-faced fluffy one. Although I’d picked up inches in height and a lot of what I called baby-fat had melted away, the images of that chubby teen face and body were stapled to my psyche and sometimes reflected back at me in the mirror.

When lusty male eyes examined me, it always brought up that girl in me who hated her body and cursed her dark skin. Back then, I’d receive numerous not-so-subtle lines from men reminding me I might have been dark and fat, but I was a good lay. It was meant as a compliment, but the cutting words had sliced deeper than even I’d known.

Also, being teased for being dark and fat for years had left me with a self-conscious attitude. Although I made efforts to work on myself, using the gym at the center or playing sports with the kids, I continued to struggle with my body image.

However, Luke looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He caressed me like my skin was a precious keepsake. His genuine interest shined through without a single spoken word.

He stared at me the way Aaron stared at Megan and bestowed looks similar to the ones Ansel was sneaking in Regina’s direction. With Luke, some of my most haunting insecurities were starting to go up in flames as I sought to embrace the woman I wanted to grow into.

He eased the robe from my shoulders, his warm fingers seizing every opportunity to brush the parts of my skin he exposed. The material slipped over my braless chest, my hard nipples poking at my thin pink top, revealing more of my lust. My matching pink shorts hugged my hips and barely covered my ass.

When his hand journeyed and slipped over the globes of my thick ass, my pussy flooded, and my body caught fire. My breaths came faster, wanting him to speed things up, but I was determined to stay calm.

“It’s been a long time for me, Luke,” I whispered harshly.

“Me too,” he confessed.

“Good.” Relief swept through me at his admission.

“Good?” he questioned, his face crinkling with curiosity.

“Yes, it means we’re not going to last long on the first go, so we should make plans for a second.” How presumptuous of me to assume there’d be a second time when we hadn’t gotten the first underway, but I felt it in my soul we’d be good together.

My words caused a low chuckle to come from him. My anxious hands glided down the front of him until I took a hold of the bulge that was tickling the backs of my thighs earlier. He hissed in air but did nothing to stop me.

My mouth dropped open once I realized one hand wasn’t going to be enough. I lowered myself to my knees, as eager to see it as I was to get it into my mouth. With a firm grip of both sides, I tugged his shorts and underwear down, and as it sprang free, it nearly took my head off.

“Jesus!” I whispered. “Instant hysterectomy,” I muttered under my breath, my gaze glued on a gigantic white jungle snake. His size-fifteen foot was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I’d never seen one that massive, let alone had it roaming around inside me.

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