Page 63 of Her Filthy Secret


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“Life is serious enough.” He shrugs. “And I love seeing you happy. I like it even more when I manage to be the one that makes you happy. Especially since you’ve spent the last several years convincing me that you thought I was a jerk that you couldn’t stand. And I agree. The sex is great.” His lips turn upward as his palms skate along my body. “I like you and your sense of humor. I adore how close you are to Layla and your family. Even Connor.”

I laugh over his attempt at humor even though the rest of my body is on fire.

“And while I don’t know exactly what you do in your job, I bet you’re kickass at it.”

Jesus. I’m falling for this guy. And not puppy love or a stupid little girl crush. Like falling, falling for him. Like falling and needing to figure out how we make this work long distance because I’m done pretending we don’t work.

If we stay in hiding, it’s only because we’re planning how to break the news to everyone without causing hard feelings. It’s not because I don’t want to go all in with him. I need to make sure he’s ready to be all in with me.

“What? You’re deep in thought, and it’s scaring me.”

I grasp the button of his jeans and pop it open. “I was thinking.”

“I see that.” He places a hand over mine. “This is about you.”

“No…” I grin while unfastening his pants and draw the fabric over his hip bones. “I think I want to see you happy.”

“You don’t have to do that to make me happy.”

“Well, I want to do this to make you happy.” I caress the smooth flesh between his hip and his jutting cock. The raging heat in his eyes makes me feel like a queen. “I want to please you.” The pulse point on his neck jumps as I grasp his flesh and cup his tightening balls.

“Damn,” he growls, and his eyelids flutter as if he’s forcing them to stay open.

“And I want to know I can win arguments by getting you off too.”

“Babe.” He bites his bottom lip and hisses in a sharp breath as I twirl my thumb over the swollen head and smear his pre-cum over the tip. “There’s no issues there. You’re going to win every argument.”

“I don’t have to.” I drop to my knees and lick my lips. “Just the ones I’m right about.”

The look in his eyes makes my stomach flip. This is it. I’ve found the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with. Okay, he wasn’t lost. But now, I have him, and I’m not letting him go. It doesn’t matter if it’s too fucking fast. I don’t care.

I slide my tongue along the pulsating veins and suck his flesh deep into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he groans, laces his hands into my hair, and guides me over his flesh. With each thrust of his hips, I take him deeper and with relish. I didn’t enjoy oral sex with my ex, but this is different. There’s nothing degrading or dismissive about Cole’s reaction to me. His moans and erratic movements are all the proof I need to know he’s enjoying my efforts and wants more.

“Baby, you feel so good. But you have to stop.” He stiffens and tries to hold my head in place. Yeah, that’s not happening. I move the hand that’s been caressing his balls to stroke his shaft and increase my sucking. Taking him deeper and then twirling over the head. In and out. The sounds of my mouth devouring him and his grunts of pleasure fill the room until he can no longer take it.

“Stop,” he commands. And this time, I listen. He draws me upright and claims my mouth, spinning me around, draping me over the sofa, and piercing my sex while gripping my hips. With each lunge of his hips, his cock feels like it’s stroking my cervix, only to ride over my G spot before striking again.

He pistons in and out of me with so much force that I grab the edge of the cushion in a fruitless attempt to hold on. My eyes roll back into my head. “Don’t stop.”

“So, fucking tight,” he grunts in reply as his movements become more frantic and my face smashes deeper into the cushions. The room spins behind my closed eyes as my insides squeeze and tighten on his thick shaft. He fills every inch of me to perfection.

One hand leaves my hip and twirls over the edge of my tight muscles. I gasp, and his fingertip dives past the hard rim, and lights explode behind my eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The orgasm rips through me so fast I’m shaken by its occurrence. My entire body shakes as he pleasures both holes while wave after wave of quaking destroys my grip on reality. He lunges to the hilt and gasps as his semen spurts out of his cock and coats my insides with heat.

“Damn it, Pip,” he growls, pulls out of me while flopping onto the sofa and yanks me on top of him. “I’m never going to win anything again.” He chuckles while cradling my face and kisses me until my stomach flips. He’s dead wrong. He’s winning something. He’s winning my heart.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Cole

As I stand on the sidelines watching my brother warm up for the game, my dad pats me on the back. “Good to see you, son. You’ve been busy lately.”

“Hey….” I turn sideways and give him a hug. “I didn’t see you coming.”

“You were deep in thought.” He chuckles and joins me on the sideline. “Ben looks good this year. The whole team looks good.”

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