Page 9 of Tainted Truth

She’s so warm. So wet.

“Condom?”

“I can’t leave your perfect pussy now that I know how you feel squeezing my dick,” I growl against her lips. “I’m clean. I promise.” I’ve never taken a woman bare before.

“It’s okay,” she pants against me, “I have an implant in my arm. We’re good.”

Fuck. This is perfect.She’sperfect.

Lifting her off my lap, I drop her back down and thrust up at the same time. We groan together. “Tell me we get to be like this every time. Nothing between us.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Such a good girl.” When I give her praise, her pussy chokes my cock, stealing my breath. “Now, bounce on Daddy’s lap until you soak my dick with your cum.”

We continue our motions. Spencer bucking and swiveling her hips while I piston up into her. The sounds of our arousal echo in the room as my dick slides in and out of her swollen core.

I cover her mouth with mine, our lips and tongues dancing together. I want to swallow all of her beautiful sounds. My hands find her perfect breasts and lightly pinch her hardened tips.

When I pinch harder, her toes curl, and she screams into my mouth. Her pussy contracts, triggering my own release. Ecstasy floods my body as my seed spills inside her and Spencer milks every drop from me.

Once we’ve both come down from the high, our kiss turns lazy as my hands travel up into her hair. I massage her scalp as she continues to relax in my arms, and I unlock the cuffs. I lay her on her back, then massage her wrists, kissing the inside of each.

“You’re everything to me,” I confess, and tears line her eyes.

Pulling out, I glance down and watch my cum trickle from her core. And just like that, I’m ready to go again, but she needs time to recover. She’s going to be sore.

Spencer squeals and tries to snap her legs closed. “Don’t look!”

“Why not?”

“It’s weird!”

Holy hell. This woman is adorable.

“I think it’s fucking hot.”

Her brows pinch together, and she blinks rapidly.

“Trust me, Angel.”

She eyes me skeptically but finally relents. “I do.”

The air in my lungs vanishes. Her trust is everything.

Climbing off the bed, I clean up in my bathroom and wet a soft washcloth in the sink. When I return, Spencer is drifting off to sleep. The cold from the towel makes her jolt. With my hand in the center of her chest, I ease her back down.

She squeaks when I run the fabric down her slit again, and she covers her face with her hands. “This is so weird.”

“What is?” I know what she’s talking about, but I want to hear her say it.

“Oh my God. You’re literally cleaning my vagina.”

I shrug. “It’s my mess.”

“This is still weird.”

“Angel, I had my tongue, fingers, and dick in your pussy. I bound your hands behind your back. Ishouldtake care of you, and you should expect it.”

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