Page 167 of Lost Trust

“Your turn,” she says as she takes my cock into her hand and wraps her lips around me.

I groan as her tongue rolls around the swollen head a few times before she opens and sucks me in deep. I fist her hair as she grips my thighs. I lean back on my elbows and watch as she bobs up and down, swallowing my cock. Her tongue swirls as she sucks me deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, baby. I love watching your hot little mouth devour my cock,” I say. “Such a good girl.”

She whimpers as I lift my hips and start driving in further until I feel myself hit the back of her throat.

“I’m going to come now.”

My body stiffens, and I groan her name as my seed releases down her throat.

She sits back on her heels. “I think we succeeded in being quiet. I think it made the whole thing even hotter, if that’s possible,” she whispers.

“Oh, yeah?”

She nods.

“Give me a minute to recover, and you can climb up here, and we’ll see how quiet you can be while you ride me.”

Her eyes spark with mischief, and she grins. “Challenge accepted.”

Marina

I wake to pounding.

Not the soft, rhythmic kind of noise that belongs to the ranch waking up around us. This is hard. Heavy. Repeated.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

My eyes fly open.

For a second, I’m disoriented. Then I feel Royce’s arm locked around my waist, steadying me, his chest warm against my back.

I turn toward the window, and it’s still dark out. It has to still be the middle of the night.

Another pounding rattles through the house.

Royce is already moving.

He slides out of bed, careful not to jostle me, and disappears into the bathroom. I push myself upright, clutching the sheet to my chest as I watch him. A moment later, he comes back out, wearing nothing but his jeans, dragging a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

“What is it?” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “Stay here.”

There’s something in his voice that makes me stop arguing.

He crosses the room and opens the bedroom door.

The hallway is dark.

Royce steps out, heading toward the living room across the hall.

Before I can decide whether to listen to him, Ryder’s bedroom door cracks open, and Mom’s head pokes out.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”