Page 30 of Filthy Truth


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“You feel good,” she whispered before her mouth met mine, our tongues knotting as she found a rhythm she enjoyed, uncaring that my lips were covered in her pussy juices, just needing to kiss me as much as I needed to kiss her.

When the rigidity left her body, I pulled back to whisper, “Put me in you. You control this, Star. You. Not me. You. Take what belongs to you.”

Her throat bobbed and I knew she understood what I meant—her orgasm belonged to her, but so did I.

So did my dick.

She didn’t reply but her gaze was locked on mine as I levered away from her so that she could reach between us, and that was answer enough.

A hissed breath escaped me when her hand cupped me, and my forehead fell atop hers as she notched the tip of my dick to her slit.

“Are you ready, baby girl?”

She kissed me again, which I took to mean ‘no’ because she’d have said yes otherwise.

So I stayed there.

I hovered above her, the head of my dick in fucking paradise while the rest was locked out of heaven’s gates.

Her tongue thrust against mine and that was a distraction because it encouraged me to do what I wanted—fuck her.

But in this, I just stole her breath, took her kisses, and claimed them for my own.

Then, her hips reared up and I started to sink into her.

Deeper.

One inch.

Two.

Slower.

Three inches.

Four.

I groaned as I hit the halfway point.

Five.

Six inches.

She was still beneath me but not tensed. Her eyes were wide as they remained locked on mine, and her feet on my ass encouraged me to keep going as they burrowed into the muscles there.

Seven.

Eight.

One more half-inch and I was fucking home.

My pubic bone nuzzled hers as I sank in deep and she took me fully.

Jesus.

Mary.

Joseph.

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