Page 52 of Bitter Truths

Pushing the digits inside, he curls them against my walls and grinds his palm against my core once more. The combination of his sexy ministrations and knowing there’s a crowd just behind his back sends me to the edge quickly, and he covers my mouth as I cry out, stars dancing behind my eyes.

After, he bucks into me with a moan, leaning his forehead against mine, and when I look into his eyes and see his naked desire, I push away from him.

His brows furrow until I drop to my knees, and then he looks around desperately. I see his need warring with his desire to shield me, and my heart stretches wide with a warmth that feels like it might burst from my chest.

“Hals, are you sure?” he groans.

Nodding, I reach for his zipper, and he pushes me further into the corner before stepping in front of me. I’m now blocked from the room, and eagerly, I pull out his length and hold the pulsing warmth in my hand.

I’ve never sucked a guy off. Technically, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want to show him pleasure. I want him to want me as fiercely as I need. So, I drop my lips onto the head and suck deeply.

“Fuck,” he groans, bucking into my mouth. “Hals, your mouth is so fucking hot.”

Smiling in triumph, I swirl my tongue over and under, getting a feel for the taste and texture before pulling back and licking into his hole. He thrusts against me with a low groan, his eyes blazing when I glance up from where I’m kneeling on the floor.

With a thrill, I push down the length, my eyes watering when he brushes the back of my throat. He chokes out a groan and grabs my hair, pressing into me until I’m gagging on his length.

“Fuck, so warm,” he growls, pumping into me with slow, even strokes. I’ve lost control of the moment, but I know his need is taking over, and it’s so hot that I don’t care.

He fucks me slowly, watching my mouth stretch around him with avid eyes, his nostrils flaring every time I run my tongue along the underside of his dick.

“So good, sweet,” he moans.

But when I shove my head down his length and choke, he gasps, and I swallow to catch the saliva escaping around my lips.

“It’s been a while. Oh fuck. I’m going to come. Shit.”

Increasing the pressure, I bob against him as he grabs my hair and fucks into me rapidly before suddenly, I’m overcome by the warm, wet pulses hitting the back of my throat. He groans as he jerks, milking his dick in my mouth, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl. I’m at the point where I can’t fit anything more when he shudders and pulls away with a pop.

Swallowing, I cough out a moan and lick my lips, miraculously pulsing once more. Seeing his desire was an aphrodisiac all its own.

He shoves his dick back in his pants hurriedly before picking me up and kissing me ravenously. I return the favor, aching to feel him everywhere.

This is it. I need it. I need him. I want it all. I don’t fucking care anymore.

When we’re apart, a piece of me is missing, and now I think I understand what he was saying because I’d rather be in hate with him than in love with anyone else.

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GRIFFIN

Pulling her down the hall, I glance back with a fierce look, my heart clenching wildly in my chest when she smiles at me, her pretty eyes bright. I’ve waited what feels like a thousand years to see that smile, and I tighten my hold around her hand, intent on getting her home where I can cherish her the way I want.

Although the interaction in the club was fucking hot, I need to be inside of her. I need that last act to solidify it for me. That’s when I know she’s under my spell. When I make her come so good that she looks at me with her lidded eyes and her lips parted on a devastating sigh. She’s mine, and fuck if I’m not hers.

When we reach the doors to the outside, she pulls back, and I turn to her, my stomach dropping to my toes. Fuck me, but I need her, and I’m not sure I can control myself if she backs away again.

The caveman in me wants to take her over my shoulder and show her who’s in charge. But I caution myself because I don’t want to be the dick who reminds her of her trauma.

It’s a fine fucking line I walk because the best sex we’ve ever had was when I took charge. I want that feeling again, and I want it with her. I’ve missed holding her close. I’ve missed fucking her brutally. Hell, I’ve even missed arguing with her.

Thank fuck, she smiles at me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ve got it bad for this little siren, and fuck if I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I need to text Aaron,” she says softly, and my panic fades, a weird glow invading my chest.

Touching my heart, I massage the feeling away because I may want her with an intensity that frightens me, but I’m still terrified by it.

I thought being without her and hating her for years was bad. It’s nothing compared to the empty husk she left behind when she showed me once again the power she holds over my world.

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