Page 81 of Cruel Secrets

“Come here,” I say, voice husky when Gia comes back into the room.

She arches an eyebrow, a playful smile curving the corner of her perfect lips as she inches her way toward me. “And why would I do that?”

“Because I took a hard hit to the head and I’ve heard about the mythical healing powers of sex.”

Gia head tips back as she laughs, eyes sparkling with amusement despite the hell of a day we’ve had. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.”

“Then come here and let me show you, woman. Stop being so difficult.”

Smirking, she sways her hips as she walks, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her shorts and shoving them down her legs.

When she grips the bottom of her shirt, my cock stands at attention, straining against the fabric of my pajama pants.

She tosses the shirt to the side, her nipples stiff the second the chilly air flowing through the bedroom meets them.

I lift my hips long enough to slide my pants off before leaning over the edge of the bed and grabbing her by the hips.

Her laughter dies as I haul her onto the bed, her knees landing on either side of my head.

“Grab the headboard, baby.” I slide my tongue along her slick pussy, tasting the arousal already pooling there for me.

Her back arches as she rolls her hips, grinding down against my mouth. Smirking, I suck her clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.

The soft whimper she makes has me throbbing, desperate to be inside her, but I want to make sure she’s not thinking of anything other than me when I sink deep into her.

I press two fingers into her as my tongue swirls around her little bundle of nerves.

She rocks into the touch, moving with me as I thrust my fingers deeper into her. I crook them, driving against her inner walls until her legs start to shake.

My other fingers dig into her hip, holding her in place.

“I’m going to come.”

I nip at her clit again, barely more than a touch, but it’s enough to send her over the edge. Her body shakes as she rides out the orgasm, her hips rocking with every thrust I give her, pushing her closer to the edge of another.

She squeals when I toss her off me and onto the bed beside me before crawling my way up her body.

Heat blazes in her eyes, her fingers lacing through my hair as I take my time tracing the planes of her body with my tongue.

Her soft hand reaches between us when I kiss her neck. She grips my cock, her thumb rubbing over the head before she strokes down my length.

“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last long.”

She smirks, repeating the motion until I’m thrusting into her hand while I kiss her. The way she squeezes me has my balls drawing tight, cock stiffening.

And then she hooks a leg over my hip and flips us over. “I want to be in control tonight.”

I arch an eyebrow, linking my hands together behind my head and looking up at her.

This is a side of Gia I’ve never seen before, but if this is what she needs to feel better, then I’m more than happy to give up control to her.

She smirks and leans over, reaching for something in the nightstand.

“Oh, hell no.” I glare at the rope as it dangles from her fingers. “If anyone here is getting tied up, it’s going to be you.”

Gia laughs, hovering over my cock and leaning forward, her lips just barely hovering over mine. “Please?”

And just like that, I can’t resist her. “Do whatever you need to, baby.”

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