Page 117 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“Then do it.” I’m unsure if he’s asking permission or stating a fact before he takes me, but I really fucking want him inside me. He probably needs to take control after submitting to me. He can pound my ass to get it.

Jayce spins me around. “Hands on the wall.”

When I comply, he touches me everywhere. My chest, my biceps, my stomach, my tattoo, my hips, and my ass.

“You’ve got the perfect ass, muscular and juicy.”

“Juicy?” I laugh.

His tongue runs along my crack and he nods. I won’t argue with a man who wants to rim me. He can call my ass anything he wants.

Jayce’s foot kicks my legs wider, and he drops down to a catcher’s stance. I push back onto his face as he licks and sucks my hole.

All my nerve endings spark to life, but then he disappears. I immediately grab my dick and a sound of protest leaves my throat. He’s only gone a second, returning with lube.

He slaps my hand away. “You don’t get to touch it unless I tell you to, understand?” His command mirrors mine, and when I nod, he rumbles in my ear, “Good boy.”

Fucking hell, I’ll come if he says it again.

He works me open quickly and brings my arms up over my head.

“My perfect Angel.” He gives my dick a lazy stroke before using both hands to spread my cheeks. “You want me to fill you with my load?”

I nod in agreement. The thinking will come later. Now my body demands his with no questions asked.

“Slow or fast?” he asks, buried to the hilt.

My head lolls back on his shoulder as his hips piston in and out of me like we didn’t just fuck Madyson.

He’s savage and tender, his love cocooning me. Better than a fantasy.

Jayce nails my prostate and strangled noises wrench out of me. One arm bands around my chest and the other guides my hips. It’s the ideal position for our similar height.

He bites my shoulder and sucks. It’ll leave a mark. A mark I’ll proudly wear like he’s wearing mine.

“Be our good boy. We’ll fuck you and you’ll let us ease your burdens. You’re going to be so good for us, aren’t you?” His breath tickles my ear and it’s so sensual.

My head nods automatically, but my last brain cell disintegrates. I’m not sure exactly what he’s saying, but I want to be his good boy, so he lets me come. Clear rules—he decides when we come and I’m along for the ride.

“That’s my Angel,” he drawls, sucking my earlobe. When he nudges my head, I turn, fusing our mouths.

Kissing reaches a new level. Shockingly vital to have his lips on mine. My dick throbs and aches, leaking everywhere, but he’s ignoring it.

“Show me how much you love being fucked by me. Come.” His low tone roars in my ears, commanding me to do as he says.

My body obeys with relief, and I grunt ready to paint the shower wall. Jayce lets go of my hip to catch it. Ropes of cum land in his open palm.

“It would be a shame to waste it.” I watch over my shoulder as he brings his hand to his mouth and pours my cum down his throat. His head tips back and I’m enthralled by his Adam’s apple working up and down. When his blue eyes meet mine, they’re on fire.

There’s no more talking, only punishing thrusts as I need two hands on the wall to keep myself in position for him. A fewpumps later, he’s jerking, and he buries his face in my neck. I feel the vibration of his moan as he comes. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

I’m flying high and the cavern of need fills to the brim. I’m boneless. But the water’s been running for a while and it’s cooling my hot skin.

“I’m ready for the next round,” Madyson calls from the bedroom.

The only thought in my head—love.

Chapter forty

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