All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)

She wiggles her ass against me in her sleep. My already semi-hard dick twitches to life, finding its way between her legs.

I pull her hair to the side, baring her neck, which still smells of lilac and the hint of sex. My lips find her flesh in a feather-light kiss.

A soft moan tears out of her as I suck on the skin. I lift her upper thigh and play with her nipple with the other hand.

“Ash…” she mumbles in her half-sleep.

I slide inside her and she turns her head toward me. Her eyes are closed halfway as she palms my cheek and captures my lips with hers.

It’s a soft kiss, slow and passionate. I thrust inside her in the same rhythm, my dick matching my tongue until she shudders and I empty inside her.

I don’t bother slipping out of her this time. I need to stay here until I’m able to fuck her again.

A satisfied smile curves her lips as she falls back asleep. I take her one more time during the night, but no matter how much I fuck her, it’s never enough.

The more I let myself get lost in her, the harder my brain hits me with guilt.

It’s a weird thing, guilt. It’s able to eat you from the inside out and you get no chance to fight.

Let her see you.

Aiden’s words keep playing in my head most of the night and I find no sleep.

None whatsoever.

At five in the morning, I give up and decide to do something about it.

This has been long overdue.

After putting on shorts, I return to Reina and nudge her shoulder. “Wake up.”

She mumbles something but doesn’t comply.

“Reina.”

“I’m so sore, Ash.” She covers her head with the sheet. “Later, okay?”

She must be exhausted from how many times I took her in one night, but this can’t wait.

Not anymore.

I fling the sheet from her head. “Wake up now.”

Her eyes remain closed as she grumbles, “Do something about your stamina, dude.”

My lips twitch in a smile before I school my features. “Are you going to wake up or should I pour water on you?”

She sits up like a robot, slowly opening her eyes and wincing. “Ouch, I can barely sit. I think you broke me.”

“Come on.”

She points at the neon numbers on the clock, expression incredulous. “It’s five in the morning. What the hell?”

“Move that ass, Reina.”

She glares at me with half-opened eyes. “The one you broke?”

Who knew she could be such a drama queen when she’s sleepy and sore.