Page 45 of Filthy Secret

We stare at one another in silence. I’m not sure if he’s going to speak. Maybe he’s going to just walk away. I would be okay with that. I’m kind of over talking about any of this. I want to be done with Ellen and her pimp. I want to start my new life. Or maybe this is the continuation of the life I was always supposed to have.

I don’t know what I expect, but when Grover moves toward me again, his mouth slamming against my own, my mouth opens with a gasp. His tongue fills my mouth as his fingers wrench down my leggings.

When his hand slides between my legs, his fingers touch that perfect sweet spot, my clit. And I swear I see stars. I rip my mouth away from his, causing my head to bounce off the wall, but I ignore the sharp pain.

Grover’s hands grip my hips and lift me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, grab his shoulders with my fingers, and hold on to him as he presses my back against the wall. He shifts my top up, exposing my breasts to him.

He tastes like pancakes and syrup. He’s almost too sweet, but I can’t get enough of him. Then I feel the head of his cock against my center.

I’m sore, and I know it’s going to burn when he buries himself inside of me, but I want it. Lifting my hips, I try to take him in, my body aching for him.

My pussy clenches. I want him inside of me. I want to feel him move. I want it all, and I want it right now. I didn’t remember this sensation. I didn’t realize that I had this need inside of me, the need of him—of Grover.

I missed him, but this isn’t the exact same as it used to be. This, being with him now, it’s rougher—it’s better. I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I knew everything there was to know about him. That I knew every one of his moods and moves.

But I knew nothing.

Or maybe I just don’t know who he is anymore. Maybe we’ve both changed so much that this can’t be something we just pick up where we left off. Maybe it has to be starting all over again, brand new or… newish anyway.

ATOMIC

I should not be fucking her right now. She’s got to be sore as absolute fuck. But at the same time, I can’t stop myself. Sliding inside of her body, I can’t take my eyes off hers. I watch as she flinches with pain, which is a hell of a lot better than her flinching in fear.

Ryan lets out a hiss when I’m fully seated inside of her, to the root. I don’t move immediately. I allow her to adjust to my intrusion, unlike last night when I just took from her. This feels different.

Leaning forward slightly, I turn my head and touch my mouth to hers again. I’ve kissed her. Tasted her. But for whatever reason, this seems different, too. Maybe it’s the morning light, maybe it’s the fact that Ellen found her, which means she’s been following her… which means that fucking pimp has been following her.

I’m concerned.

I’m not ever fucking concerned.

Resting my forehead against hers, I move inside of her. My hips are slow, my rhythm steady. Pressing my chest against hers, I slide my hands from her waist to the underside of her thighs and spread her wide as I continue.

Ryan’s nails dig even harder into my flesh. I’m sure she’s fucking breaking skin. With my pants around my ankles and my chest smashing her tits, I’m sure we make quite the picture. But I’m close, and so is she. I can feel her cunt fluttering around my dick with each downstroke.

“Are you going to come all over me, legs?” I ask.

She whimpers in response. I think about demanding more from her but decide against it. Grinding my pelvis against her clit with each stroke, I open my eyes, watching the way I move inside of her, the way she takes me, the wetness that coats my dick—her wetness.

“Come all over me,” I demand, gripping the backs of her thighs tighter. “Show me what a good girl you can be for me.”

She whimpers. Her breathing comes out in pants. Then she trembles, her entire body convulsing as she comes. It’s hard and fast. Her cunt squeezes the absolute fuck out of my dick in an attempt to hold me deep inside of her.

It doesn’t work. I move, my hips thrusting hard and fast as I chase my own orgasm. When I come, I swear to fuck, I see stars. It’s amazing, beautiful even. I think it might even be better than last night, something I didn’t think was possible.

But fuck me, this woman owns every goddamn inch of me.

Staying buried inside of her as my cock twitches and I empty myself into her body, I shift my head and bury my face into her neck. Tasting her there, I moan before I force myself to release her, letting her feet drop to the floor and find her balance.

Lifting my gaze to meet hers, I look into her eyes before I pick my jeans up from the floor and fasten them. She tugs her leggings up and straightens her top. Other than her ruffled hair and swollen lips, she looks exactly like she did a few minutes ago before I was balls deep inside of her.

“From now on, you have twenty-four-seven protection. I fucked up yesterday. I got busy with someone for the club and forgot to call a guard. I won’t let that happen again.”

Her eyes widen, and she dips her chin in a single nod, opening her mouth to say something, but then closes it. I start to ask her what she wants to say, but she clears her throat instead, her eye searching mine as she moves toward me.

Ryan lifts her hand, her palm cupping my cheek. I almost shift away from her touch but instead, arch a brow as I watch her. I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing, but at the same time, I like the way she looks at me.

I don’t know if she sees me the way it feels like she does, but when her eyes are on me this way, she’s perfection. I feel like this is not the woman I had in my bed when she was eighteen.