Page 25 of Tainted Truth

I want to see my cum smeared across her luscious mounds.

Marking her, claiming her.

With my height, I tower over her frame. I lean down so my mouth is at her ear, but we don’t touch anywhere else. Taking her lobe between my teeth, I give it a little tug, and she lets out a moan.

“Is that what you want, Mama? Do you want me on my knees, tonguing that wet cunt?”

With her free hand, she pushes on my chest, and I respect her decision by taking a step backward. But only a small step.

Like, an inch.

“You should not be in here while I’m like this.”

“Like what? Naked?”

“Yes! I’m naked, and you’re fully clothed. The power imbalance here is strong. Not that I think you should get naked with me right now—or ever. I don’t expect that. There are zero expectations in that department.”

I bite my lip to keep the smile at bay. “You should have very high expectations when it comes to us getting naked together, Mama.”

Lust and need fill her eyes, but there’s a hint of hesitation. Not the kind that only needs a little encouragement to disappear. This hesitation hints at a dilemma.

“What is it, Spencer?”

She nibbles at her lip. “Maybe we can talk about this when I’m clothed?”

“No need to get dressed on my account. I’m not offended by your body in the slightest.” I drag my gaze up and down her curvy body to emphasize my point.

“That’s—uhhh—nice.” She cringes. “Could you turn around?”

“Nope.”

“No?” Spencer blinks rapidly.

I shake my head in answer.

Her nostrils flare as she lets out a frustrated breath. “Fine.” She reaches behind her and grabs the first few things her hand lands on—a band tee and leggings—then she stomps off to the bathroom to change, and I keep my eyes glued to that jiggling ass as she walks away.

When Spencer returnsfrom the bathroom, I’m lying on the bed with my hands resting behind my head and my ankles crossed. She walks in timidly, and I quickly realize it’s because she still doesn’t have a bra on.

Thank God.

I’m all about freeing the tits.

She stands at the end of Zane’s bed, fidgeting with her hands.

“No need to be shy, Spencer. Come here. Make yourself comfortable.”

The shy look in her eye turns to skepticism as she makes her way to the opposite side and sits cross-legged, facing me. Before she can react, I snag her around the waist and lay her on top of me. My arms circle her waist, preventing her from pulling away.

“Rio!”

“Much better.” I give her a self-satisfied smile.

She narrows her eyes, and her face has a pinched expression.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Mama.”

Her eyes wander to the side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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