Page 63 of Wicked Truths


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I press my hands on the bed, watching her as my knees follow and I crawl toward her until my body covers her.

I kiss her lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth while I’m pressing against her.

One of my hands spears her hair while the other slides down her body, between her legs and I slide my finger over her clit.

She jolts underneath me.

“You’re so wet already, Amara. Did I do this to you?”

She nods as I slide my hand between her legs and press my middle finger inside her.

She moans against my lips.

I know she wants this as much as me when Amara presses her pussy against my hand.

“Do you need more?” I ask her as I curl my finger, sliding it over the soft spot inside her.

She nods, furiously. “Please.”

She’s so wet now.

I add another finger, she moans into my mouth.

I keep my body against hers, pinning her to the bed as I fuck her with my fingers.

Her breathing is becoming ragged and I know her climax is nearing. “Do you want my cock inside you, Amara. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Please—”

“Ask me.”

Her breath catches. “Please— Please fuck me.”

I’d love to fuck her on her hands and knees, but this is her first time and despite what others may think, I am not a monster.

I rest on my haunches, and release my cock from my boxer shorts, shoving them down my legs and kicking them onto the floor.

Amara keeps watching. Every move I make she scrutinizes.

Her eyes widen as I push her legs apart. She’s so slick that I could slide into her heat. But I can’t just shove my cock into her, I have to take it easy.

“Tell me if it hurts. If you can’t speak then dig your nails into me, because once I start I doubt I’ll be able to stop.”

She gasps as I hold the base and slide my dick through her slit.

“I need this Amara. I need you so fucking much,” I tell her.

“What?”

Pull it back, Dom. You’re telling her too much.

She pants when I press the head of my cock inside her. Holding it there while her pussy gets used to it.

Her pants have turned to moans and I push a little harder, until I meet some resistance.

“Just do it, Dom. Just— Just do it—”

I do. With a quick thrust, I push through and stop. Despite the wetness, she’s so fucking tight, and I can’t move.