Page 8 of Tainted Truth

With my face right at the juncture of her thighs, I look up at Spencer. “Last chance, Angel. Tell me ‘No.’”

Instead of answering, she bites her bottom lip and her hips lift off the mattress, barely an inch, offering her sweet slit to me.

Don’t need to tell me twice.

Without hesitation, I tilt my head down and lick her, entrance to clit, then swirl my tongue around her nub. The honey taste that is wholly Spencer explodes in my mouth.

And just like that, I’m addicted.

Spencer moans and lightly lifts her hips, pushing my face back into her pussy.

Give me a Change-of-Address form because I live here now. I’ll happily make her come like this at least three times a day, every day.

Probably more.

“Hands on the headboard, Angel, and hold on.”

She whimpers at my command and complies. Her hands go above her head, and she grips the headboard. Her knuckles turn white from the intensity.

My next lick earns me a gasp from her beautiful throat. I can’t wait to wrap my hand around it as I thrust into her.

I get lost in her sounds as I attack her core with my tongue. Once she’s soaking the sheet underneath, I circle her clit and tease her opening with my finger, but I don’t push inside. I continue stroking her entrance, and more whimpers pour from her.

Then I finally get what I’ve been wanting.

“Please, Zane. Oh God, please.”

“Please, what, Spencer?”

She lets out a frustrated sound. “I need you inside me!”

Smirking, I reply, “If that’s what you really want.” Her arousal gathers on my fingers, and I use it to push two into her pussy.

“Oh shit! Yes!” Spencer exclaims. I’m sure the neighbors can hear her by now.

My tongue flicks her clit repeatedly as I thrust my fingers in and out of her, driving her wild. Her hips find a rhythm, adding to her pleasure.

Her panting increases, but it’s not enough. I need her completely undone for me.

I cover her bundle of nerves with my mouth and suck. Her inner muscles contract around my fingers, and my hand floods with her cum. Pleasure overtakes her face as she shouts, “Zane!”

Hearing my name on her lips, knowing I’m the one who turned her into this wanton creature . . .

I’mthe one undone.

My fingers continue working her pussy as I watch her climax fade. Pulling my fingers from her, I sit up on my knees and undo my pants. I push them down my thighs, along with my boxers, and my cock springs free.

Spencer tracks my movements with hunger in her eyes. Her tongue darts out, and she licks her lips as she stares at my thick length.

“Watch me, baby.” My drenched hand circles my erect cock and coats the smooth skin in her cum. I use her release as a lubricant and pump my shaft a few times. Her desire peaks again as she observes my movements. She attempts to squeeze her thighs together, but my frame is in the way.

“Tell me you don’t want me inside you, Angel. Tell me you don’t want me to shove my fat cock in your cunt and make you come again.”

Color rises in her cheeks as she, once again, gives me what I need. “Please.”

Digging in my pocket, I pull out the key and unlock the secured cuff. “Sit up and hands behind your back.”

She follows my orders swiftly, and I cuff her hands together behind her back. I grab her by the hips, lift, and then slowly lower her, impaling her on my stiff length, inch by inch. She cries out as I groan. Her muscles flutter, causing my dick to twitch inside her. Even though I just worked her with my hand, she’s tight as hell, and her cunt is stretched seductively around me.

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