Page 75 of Wicked Truths

I shake those thoughts away, grabbing the wand and rinsing her hair before repeating the process with the conditioner.

She’s absolutely beautiful with her wet hair falling around her face and her big blue eyes spurring me on. She plasters herself to my front, leaning up on her knees. I pull her up with my hand on the back of her neck, and bend to meet her. Her ass cheeks perfectly cup my cock as she grinds over my pelvis and the base of my shaft.

Her tongue dances around mine, and a low growl escapes my chest.

“Hawk, I ache,” she whimpers in between frantic kisses.

I haven’t even had the chance to soap her body up yet. She spent the last day sweating and sick, but I’m also physically incapable of denying her anything.

“What do you need, sweetheart? You need to come?” I nip at her lips as her hard nipples rake against my chest.

“Yeah,” she nods wildly, “that would probably help.”

My hand tightens on her neck, pulling her mouth back to mine as I slide my free hand between us. She moans into my mouth, and it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t sink my teeth into her right here and now.

She pulls back, heaving breaths as I slip my middle finger between her lower lips. The pad of my thumb bumps her clit as I sink barely inside her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan as she nods against my head. The warm water laps at my skin as she grinds my finger deeper inside her. There’s no way to explain the way she ripples around me like she’s desperate for a knot. My cock throbs, bouncing against her ass and aching to bury itself inside her. “Goddamn, little one. I’m pretty sure you’re going to ruin me.”

She’s no longer stretching to meet my mouth, and she sobs against my shoulder as I work in and out. My free hand moves from her neck into her wet hair as I wrap my fingers close to her skull.

“More, please. You’re not going to hurt me, and even if you do, I promise I’ll like it,” she begs against my throat. Her naughty little tongue flicks out, teasing my skin.

“Another finger?” I taunt, working my pointer and ring fingers down her lower lips.

“Yes,” she gasps. “And more pressure on my clit.”

I’ve got an unhealthy addiction to the way she isn’t afraid to chase what she wants.

I add another thick finger, and it gets tougher to pull them in and out. The water mutes some of it, but her natural slickness is impossible to miss. She’s so close, and feeling her tits bounce against my skin as she grinds has the fog slipping in.

I try to shake away the haze that comes with rut, but her begging moans get so much louder as her cunt convulses that it’s nearly impossible to stay clear.

My hand in her hair tightens, pulling her head back so that I can watch her face.

That does it.

Her shivers turn to full-blown trembles as she sobs, “Ohmigod, alpha.”

The naughty little vixen tosses her face forward, biting my chest as she comes all over my hand. Her nails dig into my shoulder as she gyrates her hips just like she would if I was inside her, and my control snaps. I yank her to me, keeping my fingers inside her while she spasms, and carefully climb out of the tub.

I head to grab a towel and have to release her hair to wrap the fabric around her. She’s still shaking against my chest, and I hate that I have to put her down on the counter to dry her off. I wrap a small towel around her hair, and she wobbles as I quickly dry her back and arms before using the same towel on myself.

I’m picking her back up before I can blink.

I march us into the room, and Oakley rips the towel off her head, tossing it away. “I need you.”

“You’ll have me,” I assure her, putting myself down on the bed. My legs hang off, but they do on all mattresses. “Ride my face.” I pull her up my chest. “Hands on the headboard and ride my tongue.”

“No, I want you to have sex with me,” she says, trying to scramble back down.

A low, feral snarl escapes as I pull her back with little concern to how delicate she is.

“Now isn’t the time to set off my impulses,” I bark.

Christ, I sound like an asshole, and I know that, but my instincts are firmly in control. Her hands hit the headboard, or maybe the wall. I can’t tell as her creamy pussy lands over my tongue.

My cock jumps against my stomach. I feel kind of shady that I’ve done everything in my power to keep her from getting a look at it. I need to be sure she’s good and ready before I try to slide inside her.

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