Page 23 of Twisted Ties
“Now you need to move, little mate. Up and down on my cock.”
I guide her upwards and she squeals with the friction, her eyes rolling around in their sockets.
Yeah, fucking this girl is like nothing I’ve experienced before. The intensity of the sensations is amplified tenfold and coupled with her emotions through the bond. I canfeelhow good it is for her and it turns me on.
“Good girl, that’s it.”
I lower her back down and she cries out. I’m hitting that spot inside her. The one that made her come on my fingers. This time I’m going to make her come around my cock.
She starts to get the idea herself, moving herself up and down on my cock, and I lift my hips in time, fucking her from below, meeting her every time she lands back down on me.
I remove my hands from her hips and take her hands in mine, entwining our fingers together. I watch her body move – the bounce of her tits, the grinding motion of her hips, the hues of skin. Then I lift my gaze to hers. She’s watching me with those bright eyes, her lip caught between her teeth.
“Come on, come again for me,” I whisper.
She moans, a blush sweeping up her neck and into her cheeks. Her rhythm falters. Her thighs tremble.
When she comes, sitting on my cock, she’s so damn beautiful it whips my breathright away.
We may not be talkingbut we are fucking. A lot.
It seems I’ve opened a Pandora’s box and the girl can’t get enough of me or it. Not that I’m complaining.
And at least it’s lessened the tight bind between us. It’s no longer painful to separate from her, although there’s a constant pull, tugging me back towards her, and the connection too, allowing me an insight into her emotions and feelings. Emotions that are still boiling over with rage.
It doesn’t matter how many times I make her come. She’s still angry at me.
She’s going to be angry again. Might as well get it over and done with.
“I have to go out,” I tell her.
She’s curled up on the sofa once more. Her friend delivered her pig to her yesterday and it’s curled up in her lap. It lifts its head when I enter the room and I swear it glares at me. It hasn’t been delighted about the times I’ve kicked it out of the bedroom. But I’m not having that creature watch while I …
“You do? Where?”
I stare at her, not answering, and she frowns, more anger rolling through the bond.
“I need to get back to school.”
“There’s no hurry,” I say, letting my gaze linger down her body. I don’t want her to go. I want her close by, and not just because Barone is out there somewhere, waiting for her.
“Winnie says there are all sorts of wild rumors circulating about me.” She frowns. “What exactly did you tell Principal York?”
“Same thing I told the Chancellor. That you were in an accident.”
“Did you tell them I was attacked? Do they know about the Wolves of Night?”
“No. The only people who know about that are you, me and Stone.”
“And Andrew, I’m guessing.” Her brow crinkles. “And what did you tell them about …” she chews on her thumbnail in that infuriating way she does, a way that has all my attention drawn to her mouth, “us.”
“So far, nothing.”
“But those doctors–”
“Won’t speak if they know what is good for them.”
“So, we’re keeping this a secret?”
