Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

She arches her back, her ass pushing into my cock more. Someday, I will have your ass.

We build ourselves higher and higher in our little bubble. I cling on for dear life as I struggle to hold back my own orgasm until she comes. Fucking her, with how tight she is, brings me back to when I was fifteen and would shoot my load far too fast. Now, I never come before a woman. I may be heartless, but I’m not a bad lover.

I plead with my cock to hold on. Wait until she comes.

And then it happens. Her pussy contracts around me, her cries bounce through the house, and her body turns icy from the chill she sends through my body. The look on her face is glorious as she comes on my dick.

I pump one more time, and I lose it with her. I growl at the explosion I wish could last forever.

More, more, more.

The orgasm rolls through us both again. My heat shoots through her, and her ice through me. Only when I return to my usual warm, and she returns to her usual chill, do the orgasms stop.

“That was—Jesus, I never thought it could be like that,” she says, repeating her same sentiment from before.

I pull out of her sharply, giving her no warning this time.

She doesn’t wince this time though. She’s too lost in her orgasm to feel the loss. I turn her to me and kiss her lips.

“No wonder you fuck so many women all the time if it’s like that.”

“It’s not like that every time.”

Her eyebrows raise, and she lights up.

Fuck, this woman. One sentence makes her happy.

“Now what?” she asks, innocently.

I stare down between her legs, happy to only see the tiniest drop of blood this time instead of the volcano of blood I caused last time.

She’s getting used to my size, and I want to spend most of the night fucking her until we fall asleep completely exhausted. We should spend the night getting the best sleep, but there is no harm if we both get the same amount of sleep.

I’ll make sure she gets at least six or seven hours, even though we both function pretty well without sleep.

“I could spend the night fucking you, if you aren’t too sore?”

She gives me the slowest smile on the planet, but thank fuck I can read her well enough to answer.

“I’ll happily hate-fuck you all night,” she says.

19

Kai

We fucked most of the night.

Maybe that was his plan to have an unfair advantage: fucking me so much I could barely walk. It worked. But I don’t care, even if that was his plan. I wouldn’t have traded the sex for anything.

I never knew how amazing sex could be—not until Enzo.

I thought it must be horrible—at least that’s how my fucked up brain processed how the woman feels during sex. Because of Jarod and his goons. The screams the other women made will live in my head forever.

The torture of countless men pretending to go for my pussy then stop in disgust will live with me forever.

The pain at Enzo’s size is a lot—but it’s nothing compared to the moments after. The moments he tried to distract me from the pain. The moments he’s sweet instead of the devil. The moments when it starts to feel good. Really good.

I’m sure sex with a different, smaller man would be less painful, but I doubt any man has the talents of making me wet with solely a syllable like Enzo does.