Page 107 of Surviving Lies

I was one lucky bastard.

And then she started rocking back and forth.

And I felt as though I would lose consciousness. Watching her fuck me was the single most sexy fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her hands fell to my torso, digging in as she got into it. She flung her head back, her raven hair flying high behind her, framing her face as if she were an angel.

Then she reached back and put her hands behind her, on my thighs, leaning back.

And she rode me.

Like a fucking rodeo star.

“Jesus, Becca,” I whispered through gritted teeth. “Slow down, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”

She did, and she sat forward, looking down at me, her hair draping around the sides of her breasts. I reached up and cupped them in both my hands, loving the weight of them. My fingertips swirled around the peaked tips and her head fell back in ecstasy, a moan escaping her lips.

I quickly sat up, needing to feel more of her, to be closer to her. My arm went around her back, pulling her against me as my mouth landed on the mound of her breast, my hand kneading it.

“Ty,” she whined.

And I knew. I knew she needed more. Moving my hands under her ass, I lifted us to standing, spun around, and laid us on the bed, staying inside her. Her knees fell wide as I mounted her, preparing my onslaught.

And she knew it was coming. She grabbed the bar of her headboard just as I pulled out slightly. My hips pummeled toward her, her body lifting to meet mine.

“Harder, Ty. I want you to fuck me harder,” she said as our foreheads came to meet between thrusts.

All of our pain, regret, and sorrow from the past six months was being released. We threw it all away as we hammered into one another.

Exchanging agony for ecstasy.

“I love you, Ty,”

I thrust even harder into her.

“Babe, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I love you so much,” I told her. My words were staccato, but she heard me as we continued, our lovemaking our apology to each other.

“I’m sorry, so sorry I didn’t trust in you,” she cried, the tears falling as we fucked.

I leaned down, kissing and licking her tears away with every push inside of her.

“I know,” I said as I pulled out and pounded her so hard the bed hit the wall. “I know we can make this work, Bec.”

And then the momentum took over and the words quieted. The rhythm of our sex was building for me and her – I could see it on her face. Hear it in her moans.

The relentless motion, I couldn’t stop.

I never wanted to stop.

I never wanted it to stop.

Her muscles quivered around my dick, pulling me back inside her, holding on to me, keeping me in her.

It was pure heaven.

I reached down and found the spot I knew she needed me to find to reach her climax. As I rubbed that hard nub, her moans increased in my ear.

“I want you to come, babe. Tell me you’re coming on my dick.”

“I’m coming, Ty. Fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed, and I swear the walls shook.

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