Page 12 of Wicked Truths

I cringe.

I’m a total asshole.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to mine. “You really should’ve told me.”

“Why? So you could pity me too?”

“Fuck no.” His stupid hand is extremely tender as he brushes hair back from my face. “Tell me what to do.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper as my face burns worse than it ever has. “I’m not the one with any experience…”

“Right,” he says, tilting my head back with a handful of my hair. “Want me to stop?”

I shake my head even though I’m not convinced.

“You’re probably going to hate me for this. Definitely not as much as I’m going to end up hating myself, but still…” He lifts me and manages to walk us across the room to a chair with his tip still buried inside me.

I think he actually ends up wedged even deeper as he puts himself down with me kneeling over him. He pulls his shirt up as he stretches back, and I get a nice view of his tattooed lower stomach. He doesn’t remove it completely, but at least it’s enough that it won’t end up covered in my slick.

“If you change your mind, then speak up.” He gives me a stern look. “I’m fucking serious.”

I nod my agreement, whispering, “I want you.”

He wraps a hand around my head, bringing my mouth to his and works my clit with the other. It doesn’t take long for the pain to begin to subside.

“Wow, that actually feels really good,” I moan.

“Don’t take more than you can handle,” he says in a gentle tone that makes me want to punch him. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

He’s not supposed to be nice to me right now.

I kind of feel like I trapped him into taking my virginity. Also, he’s never sweet, and I can’t handle it.

I’m already feeling extremely vulnerable.

“I’m good, so good.” I shove my tongue into his mouth for a change. He growls as the back of his fingers brush over my tight nipple.

I eventually get a little braver, rising and falling on my knees.

“Fuck, dirty girl. You’re almost too tight.” He plants a hand on my back, pulling my chest to his mouth before yanking down the front of my dress and tonguing my nipple. It sends my desire skyrocketing. My pussy clenches around him as I desperately try to take more of his length on each descent of my hips. It’s all so intense. My hand wraps behind his head like I’m afraid he’ll stop. He truly has a magical tongue. “That’s it, keep working my cock just like that.”

He keeps a hand between us, teasing my clit as he helps me learn the rhythm to rise and fall.

“Marcus…”

“Fucking hell,” he growls, flicking my nipple with his tongue in quick movements that make me beg. “It’s so hard not to toss you down and rut the fuck out of you.” It takes a few tries before I realize I can grind over him. It keeps his cock deep inside me, and those piercings of his, which initially hurt like hell, suddenly feel amazing. “I’ve never felt anything like your tight, wet heat trying to milk my cock.”

“You... I-I…” The rest turns into a moan.

“Shh, we’ve got to keep it down,” he murmurs, moving to kiss me.

I freeze, whimpering against his cheek. I’m about to come hard. His thumb works over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I shatter, trembling against his chest as I try to keep myself quiet.

“Good goddamn, princess. What the hell are you trying to do to me?” His cock grows so hard inside me that it starts to hurt again. “Fuck, I’m going to bust.” He holds me to him as he fucks up into me, and it makes my orgasm go on for what feels like forever. I wrap my forearm around the back of his head and slam my mouth to his. The growl he releases as his cock jumps inside me makes me leak slick as my body milks his cock. His knot sits just outside my opening, but he never tried to force it inside.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back with his chest heaving. “That was wild.”

I nod as he palms the back of my head. It’s such an intimate moment, at least for me, that I have to try not to freak the fuck out.

---