Page 27 of Truth Revealed

How the fuck did I get here? And what can I do to ensure it happens again?

Truth sucked in a sharp breath as her warm lips and wet tongue teased over his abs, her fingertips dancing over the waistband of his briefs. She teased and tortured him until his dick literally jumped with excitement, a wet spot already staining the fabric. He must have been sending telepathic messages, or maybe she just read the need and the desperation in his gaze, because finally, she pulled the waistband down, releasing his cock. It slapped against his stomach with an obscene sound, and he tensed when she hovered over him, his briefs deposited among the other articles of clothing they’d shed.

“I know you like sweet things,” she murmured intimately, her breath teasing the head of his cock. Her palms were flattened on his thighs, her lips so close to where he needed them. But he didn’t want to rush her.

He sucked in a sharp breath as she pressed the softest fucking kiss against the head. “Candy,” she continued softly, lips barely brushing against him. Daria repeated the action when she said, “Confections.” And again, “Pastries.”

Her gaze shot to his in a shock of blue, her pupils expanded, which at least told him she was as worked up as he was. “But I like sweet things too. And you, Truth, are the sweetest of all.” Then she descended, her hot, wet mouth enveloping the head of his cock and sucking him down as if he were the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. One of her hands drifted over and wrapped around the base to work in tandem with the suction as she bobbed her head. He couldn’t discern a rhythm yet, because she would pause every so often at the tip and swirl her tongue around, or pull off completely, only to return and suck on the sensitive spot under the head.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his voice all gravel.

His hands clenched on the edge of the table, the wood creaking under his intense grip. He finally gave in and threaded his fingers through her hair when she sucked him deep and hummed, the vibration of her throat working against him to pull another moan from his lips.

His thighs shook from the effort of holding back, since his release had barreled down on him the moment she’d taken him into her mouth. But it wasn’t until her other hand drifted from its place on his hip to massage his balls that he jerked in her mouth. With a deep breath, he tried to hold it off, but from the way her cheeks hollowed with the suction and the wet sounds she made just for him—he knew he was getting too close.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to stop her—yet.

She wasn’t making it easy on him though, not as lightning seemed to zap down his spine to settle, electric and intoxicating. Her hums when she sucked him deep, the swirl of her tongue around the head, the tight grip she worked on him in a perfect rhythm—it was all so, so good.

“Fuck, Daria—” He gasped when she paused at the head to massage her thumb over that sensitive spot. He gripped her hair tight and lifted her off, her tongue extended to torture him more. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he panted.

A filthy grin curled her lips, shimmering in the light of the kitchen. “Not that I would complain… but I think I want you inside me instead,” she mused aloud.

His cock twitched in her grip when she said it, which only made her smile grow.

Releasing the tight grip on her hair, he slid his hands down until he gripped her sides and leaned forward. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her and took her lips. He didn’t care about the taste, just Daria, as he unhooked her bra clasp and pulled the straps from her limbs. He wasted no time in unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them and her underwear off in one go.

“You… are fucking amazing,” he rasped out as he stared down at her.

He couldn’t wait. Standing from the table, he traded their places and sat her on the table instead. He tugged her to the very edge with a hand behind each knee, parting her thighs slowly, carefully, all while keeping his gaze locked on her face to make sure everything he was doing was okay. Her parted lips, blown eyes, and the quick breaths she took proved she was as ready as Truth.

He pulled her against him, but didn’t make any other move yet, as he leaned down and took her mouth one more time. He trailed his lips over her jaw, nipped at the flesh of her neck and the pounding pulse beneath, then teased a line down to her left breast. A pert, pink, perfect nipple awaited him, and he flicked his tongue over the peak, savoring the taste of her flesh and the sound of her gasp. As he repeated his actions with the other one, her hands danced over his back and gripped his shoulders.

“So perfect,” he whispered against her. Finally, he tugged her close and pressed his hips forward, a groan instantly exploding out of him as he felt her hot, wet heat against his cock. Slipping a hand between them, he gripped his dick and teased the head through her folds and over her clit, spreading her arousal.

“Inside me,” she gasped, her nails digging into the tops of his arms.

“You sure?” he asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

Heart pounding, throat dry, eyes wide, he stared down at the beautiful creature before him and almost couldn’t believe it was real.

It’s Daria. This is real.

“Yes!” she hissed, and tugged him even closer, if that were possible. His head brushed against her entrance and he didn’t hesitate a second longer. With a single roll of his hips, he slid inside.

A wordless groan tumbled from his throat to mix with Daria’s whimper.

He flattened his palms on each side of her waist, her legs loosely wrapped around him. Back and forth he nudged his hips, sending himself deeper each time he pressed forward into her heat. Wet and hot and so responsive, she sucked him deeper until finally, the tops of his thighs bumped the back of hers, and he was fully engulfed in everything that was Daria—consumed by her, mind, body, and soul.

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DARIA

Why the hell did I make us both wait for so long?

Daria honestly couldn’t remember what the hell her reservations had been. With Truth inside her as deep as he could go, his bright blue eyes darkening with need like a storm rolling over the ocean, and his warmth surrounding her, she finally let go. Of her worries, her anxiety, until all that remained was her and Truth and the pleasure reeling through her.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, her heart fluttered in her chest, and her breath came fast and uneven. But she tugged him down to her and pressed her lips to his.