Page 41 of Truth Revealed

Betrayal groaned, unable to hold back, and rolled his hips into hers, his hold on her thigh tight so every single inch of him was pressed against her ass. A soft hum trilled from her lips in response, and one of her hands drifted down to frame his own.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Touch me.”

“I am,” he purred darkly, flexing both of his hands at once as if to remind her.

She practically whined as she demanded, “More.”

Too pent up to deny her for long, Betrayal tucked her ankle over his calf and flipped his palm over, until he stroked her between her thighs through her tight pants. Her gasp was so sweet, so perfect as it sounded in the room, as it caught and held while he worked his fingers up and down.

All the blood in his body rushed south, his cock throbbing against her ass, and he bumped his hips forward, a soft, lazy rhythm breaking out to accompany the attention he gave her clit.

“I’ve been craving you since the last time we were together,” Betrayal whispered, his lips at her shoulder.

Her cheeks flushed, either from his words or her deepening arousal, he couldn’t tell.

“Me too,” she admitted on a half-gasp, half-moan.

“Have you though?” he rasped out, placing his lips right by her ear as he spoke. Yes, there were… extenuating circumstances, but he couldn’t help but tease her. “You have a talent for fending off my advances.” Hiding his smirk against her neck, he sucked and licked at the hollow where her shoulder curved up.

“You think I haven’t wanted you?” Daria practically growled, rocking her hips into his touch. “When you walk around dressed like some… like some arm slut?” Her voice came out breathy.

Betrayal paused, lips twitching in amusement. “Arm slut?”

Even though he couldn’t see her, he just knew her cheeks were flushing.

“Well… you know. You wear those super tight Henleys that hug your arms and literally show every damn muscle you have. It’s distracting. And I know you do it on purpose.”

“Do I?”

He did.

“Daria,” he interjected smoothly, before she could answer his question.

“What?”

“Shut up and take your clothes off.”

She obeyed quickly, clearly as needy as he was. Their banter was the ultimate foreplay, and it had been weeks since he’d been inside her. Since he’d felt her clamp down on him or heard her moans in his ears.

It was past the time for sleepy strokes and murmured sweetness. He wanted inside her.

Rolling to his back, he stripped off his own shorts and briefs in one go, his cock standing at attention like it wanted a gold fucking star.

Daria relaxed back onto her side, completely naked, at the same time Betrayal rolled over and draped his arm back over her. His left arm propped him up a bit, angled so he could thread his fingers into her hair and pull her head to the side until he could meet her pretty blues.

His gaze drifted over her reddened cheeks, to her lips, over her collarbone, and to the creamy swells below. Unable to resist the pretty pink tips, he framed a nipple between two fingers, gently rolling and tugging at the peak until she gasped, her eyes closed, and her legs scissored against one another. Pausing his playful ministrations, he lifted her leg back on top of his, spreading her open. The motion also tugged her ass back into him, and with a perfectly timed nudge, he placed his cock between her legs. He hissed at the wetness already gathered between her lips, unable to control the way he rocked into her.

“Stop playing with me,” she demanded, and Betrayal hid his smirk against her shoulder blade. But from the way her fingernails dug into the sheets, and her chest rose and fell with her erratic breaths, she loved this as much as she did.

“But it’s so much fun.” He returned his fingers back to her nipple and tugged as if to get his point across.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she canted her hips back into his and down at the same time, grinding against his dick. A groan tumbled out before he could stop it, and he leaned down to take her mouth.

Her lips parted almost instantly, and he sucked her full bottom lip between his teeth, worrying the plump flesh. Releasing it with a soft pop, he withdrew to stare down at her. Her gaze searched his, he searched hers. Then, he reached between them and adjusted his cock head at her entrance.

Breath almost paused, she bit her bottom lip as he nudged forward, the slightest pressure accompanying the wetness of his entrance—then he was inside.