All The Truths (Lies & Truths Duet #2) by Rina Kent

This woman is my hell and I’m ready to burn.

“I’m the only man you’ll ever get on your knees for, understood?”

“Yes, Ash.”

“Repeat that.”

Her voice turns sultry. “Yes, Ash.”

“Again.” I’ll never get used to the sound of her submission, of her words.

“Fuck my mouth, Ash.”

I nearly empty down her throat then and there.

Goddamn this side of Reina—it’s a one-way road to sin, to nothingness.

Who said it’s easy to find the right road? If Reina is the wrong one, I’m not leaving this fucking place for eternity.

I grab a fistful of her hair and wrap it around my hand so I have complete control of her. “Open that mouth.”

Still clutching my cock, she does as told and parts her lips for me.

“Put me inside.”

With one last lick, she slides my dick into her mouth…her hot, wet mouth.

“Now remove your hands. Place them on your thighs. If they move, we’ll do this all night, understood?”

She nods around my cock and drops her hands to her thighs. They’re so small and delicate and breakable just like her.

Still grabbing her hair, I thrust my hips forward. Her mouth is tiny and doesn’t take all of me. I thrust faster, hitting the back of her throat and grunting with the pleasure it brings.

Her eyes widen and tears form at the corners. Her hands rise, probably in an instinctive reaction to push me away.

“What did I say about those hands?”

She drops them back down, her frantic eyes begging for air. She shouldn’t have asked me to fuck her mouth if she didn’t know what she was in for.

“This is a punishment, remember?” I groan as she nods frantically.

I pull out and she coughs, spluttering. Drool trickles down the side of her mouth and her face reddens, but she parts her lips again, staring up at me with eagerness.

Fuck, this woman.

Her unconditional submissiveness does shit to the dominant side of me. Who’d have thought the tough, no-nonsense Reina would let me take liberties with her this way?

I thrust in again, hitting the back of her throat, suffocating her then giving her room to breathe, only to pump in and out of her again.

Just like she asked, I fuck her mouth.

I own another part of her that was off-limits before.

“Touch yourself,” I order.

This was supposed to be a punishment, but I want to see her orgasm face as I empty myself down her throat.

She doesn’t even pause to think about it. Reina parts her thighs and plays with her clit, making unintelligible sounds around me.

“Thrust a finger in.” My tone gets raspier with each pound into her mouth.

A loud moan escapes her as her hand disappears between her legs, working herself toward an orgasm.

“Add another one,” I order.

She complies, her eyes slightly closing with the move. The sounds she makes are enough to make a priest sin.

Reina is fucking temptation incarnate.

“Harder,” I groan. “Faster.”

Her hand moves in and out of her pussy in a rhythm that nearly matches my own. Then she freezes, eyes drooping as what seems like a full-body shudder takes over her.

There’s nothing more beautiful than watching Reina come, the way her back arches, her tits perk up, and her pink nipples turn as hard as tiny diamonds. Perspiration covers her brows and she looks like a sex goddess as she closes her eyes, head tilting slightly backward.

A sex goddess who’s all mine.

As her wave subsides, I pull out my cock and grab her hair hard enough that her eyes flutter open.

“Open that mouth.”

Her lips slowly part.

“Show me your tongue.”

Her brows furrow, but she does as told. I place the tip of my cock on her tongue and empty myself down her throat. My balls tighten with the force of my release as I enjoy how my cum coats her tongue and lips, how it streaks on the side of her mouth and down her chin.

Mine.

Fucking mine.

Reina never breaks eye contact as I own every inch of her, marking her so no motherfucker comes close to her again.

“Now, swallow. All of it.”

She does, even licking her lips to not miss a drop.

My fingers stroke in her hair as she stares up at me with a content expression, the expression of someone so pleased and boneless.

I release her head and pat my lap. “Come here.”

Standing on wobbly legs, she climbs up my body without protest and wraps her thighs around my waist.

I lift my shirt up, throw it beside the bed, and kick my jeans down my legs, letting my cock lie against her bare ass.

Her head rests on my shoulder like a tiny child who needs sleep. She must be tired after all the moving and today’s practice.

I wrap a hand around her back. I meant to fuck her, but now, as she lies so peacefully in my arms, I want this moment to last longer.

What the fuck?

Her finger trails up my bicep and my tattoo. She’s silent for a while, drawing slow patterns over my skin.

“What language is this?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.

“Arabic.”

“What does it mean?”

My peaceful mood from earlier disappears. I can pretend none of it happened, can pretend all of this is fine.

But it’s not.

One day, I’ll have to wake up and do what I planned all along.