Page 63 of Cruel Secrets

His breath ghosts against the shell of my ear. “You’re being a tease.”

“And you like it.” I grind back against the erection pressing against my ass.

Royce lets go of me and turns on the shower, letting the water run until steam is fogging the mirror. He steps inside and I follow, tilting my head back beneath the rainfall showerhead.

When I straighten back up, Royce’s hands sink into my hair. He lathers shampoo in the strands as I reach for the soap, running my hands over his body, cleaning his muscles as my pussy pulses.

I moan as his hands leave my hair, running down my body to cup the curve of my ass.

He pulls me flush against him, nipping at my bottom lip.

Reaching between us, I wrap a hand around his cock, sliding up and down the thick length. He throbs in my hand, his hips tilting forward as he runs soapy hands over my body.

His thumbs brush against my nipples, flicking them into stiff peaks. “Look at how eager you are to be fucked.”

Smirking, my hand slips to his balls, and I give them a firm squeeze. “I could say the same about you.”

He spins me around and pushes me up against a wall. He pins me between his body and the white tiles, grabbing my wrists and holding them high above my head.

As his lips trace my shoulder, he keeps my wrists locked in one hand. The other snakes around the front of my body, dipping between my legs and pressing against my clit.

Moaning, I rock back into him. “Yes. Please.”

“You want to come for me, Gia?” His voice is rough.

When his teeth graze my pulse while his fingers dive into me, I feel like I’m going to combust.

“Yes.”

His cock grinds into me as my pussy pulses around his fingers. I try to wriggle back against him but there’s no room. He has me right where he wants me and as his fingers dive deeper into me, I know he’s going to take his time teasing me.

With each rock of his fingers, his thumb presses against my clit.

“I want you to come for me like the dirty little slut we both know you are when I have you like this.”

His words combined with a twist of his fingers send me over the edge, arousal coating my thighs as my legs turn to jelly. I rock my hips in time with his fingers, riding out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible.

The second my legs stop shaking, he lets me go and I spin in front of him, sinking to my knees.

Royce gives me a look of approval as I trace the underside of his cock from base to tip with my tongue. His hips rock forward, the tip pushing past my lips.

I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper.

As I moan around his length, my nails dig into his thighs. I bob up and down, taking him until tears prick the corners of my eyes.

“Good girl.” He pulls on my hair, removing me from his cock. “Stand up.”

I do as he says, grinning when he picks me up and presses me against the wall.

His cock brushes against me before he sinks in, bracing his forearms on either side of my body against the wall.

Leaning in, I kiss him, our lips molding together as he thrusts hard and fast. My inner walls clamp down around him as my nails dig into his shoulders.

He rolls his hips, hitting a spot deep inside me that has me crashing over the edge of another orgasm.

Royce throbs before his entire body stiffens. He comes as his strokes slow, then he pulls out and sets me down.

When his hands land on my hips, pulling me into him for another kiss, my heart beats faster.

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