Page 82 of Wicked Truths


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“Damn fuckin’ straight, and yeah you’re gonna love it all.” He gripped her waist and hauled her onto the counter.

She shivered as her ass cheeks hit the cold granite. He pulled her into another kiss as his fingers frantically pulled at the button and zipper of his pants. He pushed away the material, then cupped her ass again notching himself to her core.

He thrust his hips while angling her over his throbbing cock and when she sank down on him a low growl vibrated in the back of his throat. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

He dug his fingers into her hair and covered her collarbone with wet kisses. He pushed into her harder and his body shuddered from the sheer erotic pleasure of finally having his woman right where he wanted her. Right where he needed her.

She anchored her arms around his neck and rode him to fuckin’ glory. Nick’s vision narrowed to Cheryl’s body taking him over and over again. He dropped his head to watch their bodies move in perfect unison and the pressure built.

“Without you I’m nothing but a thug from Brooklyn,” he mumbled against the skin of her neck.

He moved inside her needing to get deeper, needing her to feel all of him, unforgiving and without reservation. They worked each other taking and giving, neither one backing down.

Cheryl always knew how to get him off, but this was different. This time they were working on forever, a future and that realization set off a primal need. It made everything real and fragile at the same time.

Her nails scratched him through his shirt as she panted her need in his ear. “Make that a hot thug from Brooklyn.” Her breath was hot, her body on fire.

He jostled her high for a better angle and when she slammed onto him, he yelled out, then his body spasmed beyond his control.

She milked him and pulled him deeper until she owned him body and soul. There was no going back, no past, just them here and now—together.

His thrusts became rougher and quicker, each one bringing them closer until she threw back her head screaming out his name, long and loud.

Nick wrapped his arms around her waist and eased her off the counter then cuddled her to him her head nestled under his chin. They stayed like that for a time, their ragged breathing filled the empty kitchen, their hearts beating against each other.

Nick drew in a deep breath and his body settled into the euphoric high of finally being fulfilled.

“I guess we gotta buy this house now,” he mumbled into her hair. When she cocked her head to him he smiled. “Seeing as we just christened it.”

“Just like the first time all those years ago, we were always so impatient for each other.”

“Never could wait when you were naked. You fuckin’ light me up from the inside out.” He palmed her ass. “I’ll always keep yousafe— and I know I can be bossy, but you and Portia will always come first.”

“Always such a bad boy.”

“And you love it.”

She stroked his cheek. “I love you.”

“And I love you, baby, always.”

THE END

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