Page 99 of The Truth of Our Past

Alec’s cock, ready to be the star of the show, plumps up.

It lifts the material, displaying the ridge of his head and veins.

“It’s obscene.” Alec’s cock jumps as my fingers inch closer. His eyes flick to mine.

The material hugs his skin, and the sight is more erotic than I imagined.

“Intoxicating.” Watching the material strain from his erection, I press mine into the crevice of his silky ass. “Explain the sensations.” I’m eager for every detail.

A wet spot appears where his tip juts into the skirt. “The silk is heaven, so supple. It makes my leg hairs sensitive, waking up all my nerve endings. The material’s a cock tease, revving me up. It’s weird but sexy to feel the air on my balls. Words aren’t enough to do it justice.”

Lifting my fingers to Alec’s mouth, he immediately opens, sucking them. When I withdraw them, I use my other hand to expose his ass and press the wet fingers to his rim. “You are mine.” His pulse jumps and I suck his neck, feeling the blood surge through his body.

The wet spot on the skirt is widening and Alec pushes back on my fingers.

“Viking, fuck me. I can’t wait another minute. Breed me.” He moans.

“Soon,älskling.” My dick thumps his thigh.

“I need it,hjärtanskär.” Alec’s pleading, and my body trembles with his term of affection––heart’s love. “Claim me. Mark me.” He rolls his hips, grabbing my ass and trapping my hand between us. “No one else makes me feel as good as you do. You make me feel like I matter. It almost feels selfish to demand that much pleasure.”

I splay my hand on his abs, stroking so one side of the skirt dips, exposing the tattoo for eternal love. “You are the least selfish person I’ve met and the most important person in my life. I will always give you what you want.”

The moment of silence stretches between us, unspoken words committing ourselves to each other, pledging our love with our eyes.

“Hands on the frame,” I whisper firmly.

Chapter forty-four

Alec

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

Gripping the mirror frame, I bend and widen my legs as far as possible in the skirt.

Von’s expression has gone feral and I feel completely desired. A lover watching his warrior Viking drop to his knees because I’m wearing a silk skirt for him. I will absolutely, without a doubt, wear lots of tiny skirts to drive my man insane.

Von licks the tat on my hip. “You licked it, so that means you have to keep it.” In my head, it sounded wisecracky, but my voice is breathy and longing.

He growls at my side.

In the mirror, I can watch his tongue lap at the pre-cum on my skirt. I could look down, but watching in the mirror feels shameless and naughty.

Von works my cock over with his mouth, the silk clinging to my skin as if it’s made of red silk. He flips the back of the skirt over my ass and walks on his knees behind me, then his magnificent tongue opens me and then fucks me.

“I want to fuck you in this skirt.” He groans into my cheeks.

“We’ll ruin it.” But I’m dying for it.

There’s no one else I’d trust with my body the way I trust Von. He fills me with pleasure when I submit as if my needs are more important than his. Sex with him isn’t only physical. He has me—heart, body, and soul. He’s love in the purest form.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more so we can ruin all of them.”

“Fill me with your cum.” My head falls forward onto the mirror. “I’m so close.” If I hadn’t fucked him less than an hour ago, I would’ve blown already.

Von sits back on his heels, grabs my balls in one hand, and twists.

“Unghh.” The pain forces sound out of me.

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