Page 17 of Her Sweetest Desires
It was like he was in a trance, and there was no saving him. When Truce finally settled between my thighs, I knew my girl didn’t stand a chance. His long, thick fingers found their way into my awaiting sex, and I groaned.
Everything was so chaotic and out of order, but it was the best thing.
“Baby, please!”
“Please what? I’m just trying to do what I can to get my energy back.” He looked at me like he really wanted an answer. “Turn over for me.”
“O-okay . . .”
Truce had to turn me over because I’d lost all feeling in my lower half.
The looseness from the massage and how hard I came made it almost impossible to move. Once I was on my stomach, Truce pulled my hips toward him until I was on my knees. He grabbed my hips and dove back in. My husband’s mouthpiece was lethal,and I did everything in my power to try and feed him my whole pussy.
Listening to his grunts, deep breaths, and moans had me cumming again.
“You taste so damn good, Sweets.” He grunted. “This is just what I needed.”
Truce pulled back, lifted up, then slid into me.
“Damn it!” I gripped the sheets and buried my face, but Truce grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back.
“You know better. Let me hear that shit.”
I hissed but nodded.
I’d been taking this man’s dick for seven years. I had this. My peptalk was enough to help me throw my ass back to meet Truce stroke for stroke. Without warning, I came so hard I almost pushed him out of me. I didn’t know how many of those I had left in me before I would be on my way to glory.
Truce must have had the same thought as me because his strokes slowed down, and he shifted us to our sides.
“You feel so good, baby! Ooh, fuck. I love the way you feel inside of me.” Tears stained my cheeks.
“Damn, girl.”
“Truce . . . Oh my, fuc?—”
Truce’s hand found its way to my neck, and he held onto me while delivering strokes so deep if he hadn’t been mine, I would have stalked him until he was.
My mouth dropped open, but there was no sound. All I could muster was a little bit of drool as we rocked back and forth. Truce Maxwell had me completely locked in.
He pressed his lips to my ear, and after that, I was done for.
“This shit with us is forever, baby girl. You are mine, and I am yours.” Truce kissed my ear. “Do you feel how synced we are? My heart only beats for you.”
“I love you so damn much!” I screamed.
“Not more than I love you.” He gripped my chin and turned my face toward him. “Now let that shit go so I can fill you up.”
Not even a full second later, my cum drowned his dick just as he released.
Sleep came over me fast. Everything that happened next was a blur. All I remembered was Truce cleaning me, moving me to another spot in the massive bed, and wrapping himself around me. The next time I came to, it was pitch black in the room. I looked around and tried to adjust to the darkness.
It was no use, though, because I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
“I see you’re finally awake. I’m starving, so you had about fifteen minutes left in your slumber.”
I giggled and squeezed my husband to me.
“You should have woken me up, honey. What time is it? Did we miss our reservation?”
