Page 138 of I Know Your Secret
She has to be.
Nothing as sweet as her could be bad.
Curling my hands tighter in her hair, I lift her to her feet.
The precum leaking from my cock argues with me that it was the wrong move, but I ignore my body’s needs to look at her.
She opens her glassy, gray eyes and takes me in, her pupils blown wide. Her hands wrap around my wrists, paling in comparison. Spit runs down her chin, glistening as proof of a job well done.
Leaning forward, I lick up every drop.
She mewls, her eyes rolling back before her lids droop closed again.
“You’re my perfect, pretty poison.”
“Yes,” she breathes, not arguing for once that she’s not poisonous.
My, how the tables have turned.
My left hand slides out of her hair and down her pants, finding her sopping wet for me before plunging into her depths to hear her scream for me.
I’m desperate for it.
I need it.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, and I’m animated in the way I snarl, my lips curling back before taking hers in a damning kiss.
She opens without any prodding, kissing me back with a ferocity that, if we’re not careful, could start a fire.
Our tongues collide, our teeth clash, and her pussy flutters around my fingers before I remove them and step back, breathing heavier now that I’ve had a hefty dose ofher.
“Take off your clothes. I want you on all fours. Now!”
She doesn’t hesitate to listen, stripping before dropping onto all fours, her ass toward me as if my greedy little fiend wants to coax me inside of her depths more than she wants to face me.
I hiss, dropping behind her and running my hands over each side of her bruised ass before slapping the wounds.
She moans, wiggling against the pain. “Koen!”
“I know, pretty poison, but you look too good with my marks not to give them any attention.”
I don’t waste time once I’m notched at her entrance. One thrust forward takes me home, and then we’re both swimming in the euphoria we can only reach together, while connected.
My hands wrap around her hips, hanging on as she moves with me, riding out her pleasure as I’m but a bystander, mouth dropped open in awe of how she grips me, how I disappear inside her flawless center.
My right hand slides over her back into her hair, gripping tight and snapping her head back toward me.
“You’re too perfect,” I grit out, impending release threatening to cut off all communication I attempt. “Too goddamned perfect.”
“Koen!” she screams, coming and convulsing around me.
My eyes cross, my toes curling against the rubber floor mats as I thrust forward and empty inside her.
“Greer!” I squelch, out of control of my reaction to her and ready to admit it, if only inwardly.
An hour later, we’re showered and sitting around the table with Chase, he’s looking between the two of us as if there’s someunspoken joke fluttering about, and I’m about to slap him when my phone rings.
Pulling it out from my pocket, I smack the table to silence their banter.
