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"I want you," I reply without hesitation, "I want you inside me."
He lays down beside me, pulling his cock out of the confines of his pants. "Ride me, Little Darling," he commands, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you want this."
Without hesitation, I position myself over him, lowering myself onto his hard cock. A gasp escapes my lips as he fills me, and I'm overcome with a wave of pleasure. I begin to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that has us both moaning.
Truth's hands roam over my body, his touch turning hard and demanding, guiding me in my movements. I let myself be carried away by the pleasure, giving in to the raw desire that flows between us.
His hands grip my hips firmly, urging me to ride him harder, and I comply willingly, losing myself in the sensations that consume me. The connection between us intensifies, and it's as if we're bound by something more profound than physical pleasure—there's an unspoken understanding between us, a shared darkness that brings us closer.
As I arch my back, surrendering to the pleasure, I catch a glimpse of Truth's face contorted in pleasure. His neck arches, and for a brief moment, his eyes close.
It's at that moment that I see an opportunity. I reach up and grab hold of his mask and in one swift motion, I pull it down, revealing the face underneath.
Before I can say or do anything, he snarls. In a swift movement, he grabs my throat, his grip tight but not suffocating. He rolls us over, pinning me down onto the mattress with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
His face is now mere inches from mine, and I can feel his warm breath against my skin. The air between us crackles with tension, and a part of me wonders if I've gone too far.
His voice is a low growl when he speaks, “Oh, you are in so much trouble, Little Darling.”
Chapter 34
Alex
Theshiftofhiships reminds me of how deep he’s still buried inside of me, but it’s his hand tightening around my throat that makes me whimper. His grip is firm as he keeps me pressed against the mattress.
“My brother is going to be so disappointed in you. I thought I heard you swear to him you wouldn’t touch the masks tonight,” he says as he uses his other hand to undo his hoodie and remove the mask fully.
“Technically, it’s now morning,” I manage in response as my eyes flick to the clock beside the bed that reads only 2:40 am.
He chuckles, leaning back down over me until his lips are just brushing mine. He shifts his hips again and I can’t stop my moan from escaping. “Do you want me to stop?”
I growl in response, my hands coming up to grab and pull on his hair. “No, don’t stop.”
He moves his hips back and thrusts his cock hard inside of me. He’s buried so deeply it feels like he is wanting to make us one body and soul. When he repeats the motion my back arches in pleasure, my pussy tightening around him.
“Tristan…” his name escapes my lips in a breathless moan.
“Fuck, I love the sound of my name on your lips,” he groans as he continues to move. “Say it again.”
A smile tugs at my lips and I narrow my eyes at him, I’m not going to just roll over and make it easy for him when he didn’t for me. “Fuck me, Mr. Winters, or I won’t say your name ever again.”
He chuckles again, the grin on his face almost joyous. “There she is.”
He closes the distance to capture my lips with his own, kissing me passionately as he starts to thrust harder inside of me. His grip on my throat tightens slightly, adding that edge that I have become so familiar with when being with them. The sensation only fuels my desire for him, making me feel alive in a way I never thought possible.
His lips curl into a grin, the intensity of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through me. The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure—moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.
I manage to utter between moans, "You... need to… earn... it."
The challenge seems to ignite something in him, and he responds with even more intensity. His movements become faster and more forceful, driving me closer to the edge.
"Is this what you want, Little Darling?" he breathes.
I moan, my words caught in my throat as pleasure overwhelms me. He tightens his grip on my throat, and I feel myself surrendering completely to him.
His other hand goes to my leg, lifting it and changing the angle. I arch my back, giving in to the feelings he's igniting in me. We move together in a rhythm that feels almost primal.
I can't get enough of his touch and the way he fills me so completely.
