Page 83 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Her legs shook, dress bunched around her waist, thong stretched tight at her thigh as I bottomed out again and again. My hand shot up, tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so her ear brushed my lips.
“You feel that? That’s me trying harder,” I hissed, rutting into her, each thrust deliberate and brutal. “Still think it’s pathetic?”
She choked out a laugh that broke into a moan, her pussy fluttering around me. “N-no—”
“Say it louder,” I demanded, fingers working her clit while I fucked her raw. “Tell me how much you love it.”
Her voice hitched, her walls tightening as her climax built fast and sharp. Her legs tensed as her mouth opened. Groundedby my fingers gripping her hair, she nodded quickly, stumbling over her words. “I love it—I love you—”
“Fuck,” I growled, grinding into her with everything I had, her pussy so goddamn tight around me I could barely think.
I bottomed out over and over, pressing her face to the wall, kissing her shoulders as I chased my release.
I slammed into her one last time and a guttural groan ripped out of me as I buried myself deep, cock twitching as I spilled inside her, filling her so full she gasped at the warmth. My body shook against hers, my lips pressed to the back of her neck, claiming her with every goddamn drop.
Her body collapsed against me, trembling, boneless, her cheek pressed to the wall as I held her there. My chest heaved against her back, cock still buried deep as I dragged a ragged breath into her hair.
“Mm, look at you.” I rolled my hips slowly. “This tight little pussy’s gonna milk me dry.”
I hissed out a breath as she pushed against me in response, pursing her lips like she was ready for rounds two and three, a stark contrast to the sight of her barely able to stand on her own.
“Sunshine…” My voice broke, low, reverent now instead of taunting. My lips grazed her shoulder, sucking at the damp skin. “You drive me fucking insane.”
Her fingers curled against the wallpaper, still shuddering as she whispered, “You love it.”
A dangerous laugh rumbled out of me, dark and proud. “Damn right I do. And I fucking love you, baby.”
I pulled back just enough to watch her face, flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with every ounce of vulnerability she tried to hide from the world but gave to me without hesitation. That look alone was enough to brand me for life.
The music continued to thump on the other side of the wall, the world spinning around the reception like nothing hadhappened. Like we weren’t in here breaking every rule. Like I hadn’t just fucked the maid of honor at my best friend’s wedding.
I kissed her temple, soft in contrast to the bruises I’d left on her hips. She hummed, virtually cock drunk as she puckered her sexy little lips for a kiss, too. I leaned in, taking her in hungrily, sucking her tongue as she moaned into my mouth. God, I would never get used to this—
A sharp knock pounded at the door, pulling us apart. I furrowed my eyebrows as Maia looked just as confused.
“Blaine,”Killian voiced from the other side of the door, and Maia stiffened in my arms, eyes widening as I cursed. “Open the damn door.”
I pressed a quick kiss to her temple, steadying her trembling hands as I fixed her dress back into place. “Breathe, Sunshine. I’ve got this.”
I actually didn’t.But I couldn’t tell her that.
Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but she simply nodded, knowing there was only one way out of this.
Another knock, harder this time. My pulse hammered as I straightened my tie, smoothed my jacket, and pulled the door open like I hadn’t just been balls-deep in the maid of honor of his wedding.
Killian stood there, cold fury written all over his face. His jaw ticked once. “Come with me. Now.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond, just turned on his heel. I shot Maia one last look, a silenttrust me,before following him out.
In a room down the hall, he shut the door behind us, arms folded across his chest, eyes cutting sharp as knives.
“You never stopped seeing Sunshine,” he accused flatly.
My eyes widened, hands lifting in half-defense. “Not entirely true—”
“Oh, don’t even start,” he snapped. “So you both justconvenientlyreconnected the day of my wedding and decided to sneak off behind the speakers for a quickie? That’s your story?”
I winced. “When you put it like that—”
