Page 111 of Cruel Secrets

“No.”

Chuckling, he kisses me soft and slow. “What can I do to help?”

“Give me a distraction.”

His fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, skimming over my stomach. The fading bruises are still tender at his touch, but he’s careful, his hands featherlight as they climb higher.

Heat pools between my legs as he cups my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples until they’re in stiff peaks, pressing against the thin material while I ache for more of him.

Royce smirks, trailing kisses along my jaw. “Is there something else you want, or is this good enough?”

“More.” I reach for the joggers he wears, shoving them over his hips and to the floor as his cock swells.

I rake my nails up his bare chest, enjoying the shivers that run through his body at my touch. His eyes burn with lust while he inches my shirt up and over my head before reaching for my pants.

The second I’m naked, he gets to his knees in front of me, his hands cupping my ass, massaging the flesh as his tongue slides through my slick folds. He laps at my pussy like it’s his favorite flavor of ice cream.

When his tongue swirls around my clit and he sucks on it hard, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

My head tilts back, hips rocking as I lift one leg over his shoulder and lean back against one of the bedposts. Royce presses two fingers into my pussy, massaging my inner walls, while his tongue continues to tease my clit.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop,” I say, breathy as I try to move with him.

His fingers thrust deeper and harder into me, my arousal coating my inner thighs. His tongue presses harder against my clit as I come, his fingers driving faster into me.

Royce moans as I ride his face, coming down from my high. When he gets to his feet, he cups the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss that leaves me breathless. His mouth slants against mine, teeth and tongue nipping and licking as he backs me toward the bed.

As he lowers us to the bed, he presses his body between my legs. His cock throbs against me, his lips tracing patterns on my jaw as he works his way down to my pulse.

When he sucks on my neck, he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt before he stops moving.

I lock my legs around his waist, heels pressing into his back as I run my nails down his chest. “You’re being a tease.”

“You love it.” He smirks, giving a slow roll of his hips. “Can you feel how wet you are? I bet you love thinking about being taken to the edge of an orgasm and not being allowed to come.”

“Don’t you dare.” I tilt my hips back and forth, trying to get him to move, the lust crashing through my body in waves.

Royce nips at my bottom lip, pulling out just a little before slamming back in. My pussy wraps harder around his throbbing cock as he moans. His head drops to my shoulder as his hips rock faster.

“I love you,” he says, his tone gruff as he grabs my thighs, fingers pressing deep as he lifts my hips higher off the bed.

“I love you too.” My fingers weave through his hair as I pull him closer to me. Our lips slant against each other, the kiss sloppy and desperate.

My pussy pulses as tension begins to build at the base of my spine. His hand leaves my thigh to slip between us, fingers pressing hard against my clit with every thrust of his cock. He drives into me over and over again until it feels like I can’t take any more.

I come as his fingers stop swirling over the little bundle of nerves.

“Good girl.” Royce stiffens, his thrusts slowing as he comes. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Keep milking it with your tight little pussy.”

The slow thrusts draw out my orgasm until it feels like all the energy has been sapped from my body.

Even as he pulls out, he kisses his way across one collarbone and then the other before claiming my lips again.

As he falls to the bed beside me, he loops one around my waist, pulling me in tight. I put my head on his chest, listening to the thrumming of his heart. There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever get a moment with him like this again and now here we are, in bed with our child down the hall.

Tears spring to my eyes as I turn my face into his chest. His hand smooths up and down my back, the calluses rough against my skin.

Royce presses his lips to my temple. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on in your head right now?”

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