Page 29 of Tainted Truth

“Anything you want, Baby.”

Once I have his pants undone, and his erect cock springs free, I peel them down his tattooed thighs. I get a glimpse of various pictures and symbols across his legs. Flowers, a calavera, and fire are some of the images I’m able to make out.

He helps me get his pants off, then swiftly removes his shirt by reaching behind him and pulling the material over his head in one swoop. The tattoos that are revealed put me in a trance.

I lean back on my elbows and admire his gorgeous, bronze, inked skin, his length so hard it almost looks painful. I want to run my tongue over every inch, but before I can lean in for a lick, I yelp as Rio grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my stomach.

“Rio?”

“Cheek to the mattress and ass in the air, Baby Girl.”

I get into position right away, and groan into the sheets when I feel his hot breath brush against my center. His tongue is on my pussy again, but then he travels up to that tight hole—somewhere no one has ever touched. Rio circles it with his tongue over and over.

“Tell me, Spencer. Has anyone ever taken you here?”

I shake my head in reply.

Then I feel the blunt tip of his cock at my core. He slowly pushes in while simultaneously breaching that ring of muscle with his finger. My whole frame tightens.

“Relax for me. Let me in.”

After a few deep breaths, his finger and cock are all the way inside me.

“This is what it could be like, Baby Girl. When Zane and I take you together for the first time, we can do it just like this—one of us in your needy pussy and one of us in this virgin ass.”

My pussy flutters around his shaft as the picture his words paint forms in my mind.

“Oh yeah. You want that, Baby.”

Fucking hell, this man’s dirty talk.

We moan together as Rio holds onto my hip with one hand, pulls out of my warm wet center, and thrusts back in. His finger follows the motion as well. The sensation it causes is not one I’m prepared for.

“Dammit, Spencer. You feel so good. So good, gripping my cock like that.”

He goes in and out again. And again. His hips pick up speed as he retreats and slams back into me over and over.

“Shit, Spencer. Come with me. I can’t hold off much longer.”

Without waiting for a response, he reaches around and zeroes in on my clit. He pinches it, and I erupt, drowning in overwhelming pleasure, as Rio follows me right into the abyss.

Once my body relaxes again, I feel Rio plastered to my back.

“Fuck, Spencer. My legs almost gave out on me. ¿Intentas matarme?”Are you trying to kill me?“Death by pussy.”

I snort, and a full belly laugh overtakes me as Rio rolls to his side and joins me in laughing at his antics.

As our snickering ends, our eyes lock, and this moment of pure happiness burrows itself into my heart. The way he looks at me . . . it’s like I’m the most treasured person in his world. To be that cared for by someone is a gift. One that I can’t throw away.

Rio kisses my cheek then stalks to the bathroom, a renewed pep in his step.

I don’t know why I’m surprised when he comes back with a wet cloth and cleans me up. This kind of treatment is going to take some getting used to.

But multiply this by three?

I think I just might sign on the dotted line.

CHAPTER 11

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