Page 116 of The Truth of Our Secrets

He said he loves me, and I believe him. But I’m terrified this is all going to come crashing down around me. I fucked him like it was the last time I’ll ever get to touch him and I’m still hard, craving more.

Madyson’s sprawled out and her eyes droop shut, so I tell her we’re not done yet. She’ll be pissed if she misses drinking his cum.

I ease Jayce out of her body, keeping us connected. Reluctantly, I inch back to separate us, but Jayce flings his hand back on my ass.

“Not yet.” He looks over his shoulder.

I kiss his back and will happily live the rest of my life in his ass. It might get tricky between inking tattoos and his job, but we’ll figure it out. He let me in and I’m not leaving.

“As you wish.” My hands roam the expanse of his chest because it’s not enough. The greatest orgasm of my life, but my cock’s ready for round two and my hands greedily touch every inch of them.

“Can I feed you my cum?” he asks and I twitch inside him.

His earnest question flips my stomach. He’s given me hints that he’s a closet submissive, but he’s fucking perfect.

“Absolutely.” I wrap my arm around his waist so I stay firmly planted deep inside him as he does as I ask.

“Let her have some first. She’s been such a good, patient girl.” I use my free hand to caress her thigh.

Jayce laps up his cum, and Madyson devours him.

“Feed her more.” Even though I’m ravenous, she deserves it for watching us. Sitting on the sidelines would’ve frustrated me. I’m too desperate.

Jayce breaks their kiss. “Your turn.”

As soon as his mouth closes, I haul his back against my chest and he lets me lick and suck his cum out of his mouth. Instead of sating my lust, it opens a cavern, demanding more.

I release him, licking the last off her belly, then hold his head with both my hands.

“It’s all gone, Angel,” Jayce says with regret.

“Your wife deserves another orgasm. Eat her out while I clean up to fuck her.” I quickly extricate myself from him before he can protest but become enthralled with how his hole stays open for me, dripping with my cum.

“Fuck.” His gorgeous hole needs some care after the beating I gave it, so like a gentleman, I apologize with my tongue.

Madyson’s moans and Jayce’s muffled cries are the music to our lovemaking.

Love. A tension deep in my soul unbinds, setting me free.

I’m lapping up my cum and pushing it back into him. I’m marking him as mine. Forever. It’s a primal urge I’m not incontrol over. His dark musky taste tempts me to tongue fuck him and I give in. It causes more of my release to dribble out, but my cavernous need requires more. I fondle his balls, and his spent cock quivers.

“Stop. Please. I’m too sensitive,” Madyson sobs and when Jayce backs away from her, he dislodges my face from his ass and I let out an inhuman growl.

She laughs low and weak. “Continue without me. My body can’t take any more.”

Jayce grabs a wet washcloth to clean her up, and there’s a twinge of guilt about how rough we were with her.

He leads me into the shower, pulling me under the spray by my dick. His mouth crashes on mine and I can taste Madyson on him.

I suck his tongue, appreciating her flavor. Their taste is one more way they’ve ruined me. No one else will ever compare to them.

At twenty-two, I’ve hit my sex mecca.

Our kisses are passionate but languid, and he strokes my dick in time with our mouths. It’s not enough to slake my need.

“You’re amazing,” he says into my mouth and I swallow his words to keep them forever. The kid in me who grew up with no physical affection wants to memorize every single second.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” His voice is soft, but it booms in my ear.

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