Page 8 of Truth

“Ah yes, an unfortunate side effect of denim.” Because again, orgasms. I reached for the button of my jeans and flicked it open, before slightly pushing them, allowing them to fall. “Took care of that problem though, didn’t I?”

“You’re a greedy thing, you know that?” He bit gently into my skin, not enough to draw blood but hard enough that I felt the jolt of pleasure straight to my clit and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I wished he would bite me again. Everywhere. “Think I could make you come in five minutes?”

Absolutely. “I doubt it. I think I could makeyoucome in five minutes.”

He bit my shoulder, “I’m already halfway to seeing stars, mo chuisle.”

“You’re such an easy lay.” I taunted as I pulled at the waist of his jeans, tugging his hips toward me before flicking the button of his jeans and shimming the material down his hip until his cock bounced out, filling the space between us. My fingers wrapped around the base, and he hissed, his chest already heaving. “So damn easy.”

His fingers trailed my skin before he gripped my thigh, hefting me up, letting the hay scratch against my skin in the most delicious of ways. His eyes were intense, never leaving my face, eyes locked onto my own. “Five minutes.”

When his hips jolted forward, impaling my body with his, my head fell back, and a gasp left my lips. Every time I’m with him, it’s intense. Just like the man. And even though he vowed to give me a five-minute fuck in the hay, that part of being with him never changed. His eyes on me burned, his gaze like fire as he took in my body, absorbing every flex and roll of my hips. His eyes watched as my chest heaved and my breasts bounced, and he didn’t relent with each jolt of his hip forward, and each slow draw out of his cock.

He was calculated.

He was powerful.

He was a masterpiece standing before me, concentrating on me like I was the stone goddess, seated at his feet for him to worship.

And he was mine.

My teeth lengthened at the thought, my desire to bite into him and let the blood that flows through his veins fuel into my own was strong. Under my fingers, his skin was taunt. His own teeth elongated as he watched me thrash against the hay in front of him.

“If I bite now, you would come, and the sound of you screaming my name would fill the silence.” His chest was heaving as he spoke, his cock pumping hard into me as his fingers held me bruising, not allowing me to move. Not that I wanted to.

“If I bite you now, you would come.” I panted.

“I wouldn’t scream.” He growled.

“I’d make you scream.” I challenged.

“Oh?” He challenged, one eyebrow raised as he reached between us, using his thumb to press against my clit, making my vision grey for a second.

I gasped, trying to gulp air before using my nails to graze against his skin, not stopping until his balls were in my hands. He cursed, the sound loud enough to send a flock of nearby birds flying toward the sky.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my collarbone as his words tickled my skin, “I said five minutes, Liberty. We don’t have all night.”

With that, his fingers circled my clit hard, while his teeth punctured my skin. My body shattered as pleasure pooled in my center and burst outward. My vision waned as my core clenched around his cock. The feeling of his mouth pulling my blood from my body heightened my senses and electrified my nerves. Inside of me, his cock swelled, pulsing against my nerves, sending a new wave of pleasure over me. He pumped his hips once, twice, and when he spilled inside of me, the sound of my name leaving his lips broke the silence around us.

Chapter 5

OAK

Fuck.She was beautiful. Every time I glanced at her over the last few days, wearing those tight jeans with her hair in disarray, I felt weak. It didn’t matter that tiny sticks and patches of mud clung to her body, it only added to the appeal until I physically couldn’t take it any longer.

I helped her straighten her clothes before buckling my pants. My knees were weak from every morsel of pleasure she wrung out of me and I was positive that even though I just gained strength from her powerful blood that still coated my mouth, I would still struggle to walk back to Lenin’s cottage.

Lenin, a strange as fuck sort of guy, but at the same time, was it weird that I could see how he fit? Hell, it had already only been twenty minutes, and he had Justice ready to pull his hair out, and that alone made it completely worth it.

I heard gravel crunch before I spotted Sterling and Ellis and tried to hide the smirk at the array of bee stings, which hadn’t quite healed, peppering over Sterling’s skin. Liberty, on the other hand, saw the stings and her eyes instantly went wide. She abandoned me in our post intercourse bliss to coddle Sterling like an infant.

Her hands rubbed all over his skin and he winced, “What happened?”

“Bees.” Sterling offered before his whole demeanor changed and he started playing it up, soaking in the sympathy. “So many bees.”

Her hand rubbed against his jaw, “Why didn’t you switch trees?”

“I was afraid to give away my location.” He said weakly, and when she wrapped her arms around his center in Liberty’s equivalent of a bone-crushing hug, the bastard grinned and winked at me over her shoulder.