Page 17 of The Truths We Seek

"Now this is a view I could get used to, even in here." I shake my ass, teasing him with all the things we could do once he's better and we're back home, earning me a spanking on both of my ass cheeks.

As I lean down, I make sure to spread my thighs enough that he can touch me, rub me, giving me all the attention he can. Once my lips gently graze the velvety skin of his cock, the desperate moans coming from behind me only spur me to continue. To give him more.

And so I do.

When my tongue licks up the root of him, Hunter rubs me between my lips, my cum coating the inside of my thighs from all the forbidden things we're doing. When my mouth engulfs his entire length, he pushes two fingers inside my cunt and pumps them in rhythm with my sucking.

Every time I pull away, he pulls out. Every time I take him all the way to the back of my throat, he fucks me harder and harder with his fingers.

I don't know where I begin and he ends. I don't know if the thrill running through my veins is from the pleasure he's giving me or my hunger for him.

I suck him hard, just as he curls his fingers and presses his thumb into my ass with only my cum to lube me.

The touch of pain with the all-consuming pleasure only makes me suck him more, harder… longer.

I'm blinded by my need to make him come, to bring him the pleasure he deserves, but also by my need to give him my orgasm, the one he wants to give me.

So, I bury his cock so deep in my throat that tears begin to fall over his thighs as I choke and cough and gag with every inch he gives me.

For my efforts, I'm rewarded with his entire thumb inside my ass as two of his fingers fuck me without an ounce of mercy.

I'm writhing, mewling around the thick root of him, his scent invading my nostrils with every thrust of his hips.

I thought I was in control but he's got me pinned down by just his three fingers and his hips fucking my mouth from below.

Even at his worst physical self, Hunter dominates and controls my every orgasm.

Breathing through my nose, I concentrate on allowing him to get that one last inch of him down my throat, and when I do, I feel it.

I feel myself gagging, salivating at his earthy taste, desperate to come and scream and howl.

Just when I think I can't hold off any longer, I feel it.

The first jet of his cum spearing down my throat is the only permission I need to let everything go.

My skin begins to tingle and my legs lose all muscle strength, Hunter practically holding me up by his fingers as he fucks me like making me come is the only important thing in the world.

I explode around him and he explodes inside me.

It's a powerful thing, this position, because even when the entire goal is to make him feel good, the truth of the matter is that Hunter will never take without making sure he gives.

CHAPTER SEVEN

QUINN

Puttering around the kitchen, since the place seems to be a ghost town, feels as close to normal as I’ve felt in… well, a long freaking time. There’s something peaceful and freeing in the mundanity of it all, in knowing that everything is going to be okay.

The whole thing with Trent is finally over. I can breathe again.

My life is finally mine to live.

It’s like my lungs can finally inflate fully for the first time I can remember. My guys are okay, Tina and Yen are okay. Shae is coming home.

Now if only I could get a hold of Tommy, things would be perfect, but I heard someone murmuring about him and a clean up job, so I’m assuming that’s why I haven’t heard from him. Him being on a job was always the only reason he wouldn’t get back to me, unless I sent up a flare, but I haven’t needed to, so it makes sense.

The smile on my face falters for a second before my playlist switches to Shake It Off by Taylor Swift, and the smile is back. Cleaning and dancing, cooking and singing, this is what I always thought was normal. It feels so… boring and yet, the fact that I can do it without having to worry is enough to make me laugh out loud.

It’s not like the gnawing guilt of everything is gone, especially after Rory told me what happened, but I’m trying to find peace in the small moments. My therapist reminded me in our session yesterday to try and do it, and it’s advice I’m willing to try and hold on to.

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