Secrets We Hunt (One Night #2)(9)

I fit so perfectly inside of her, it’s like she was molded especially for me. Her hips make little circular movements against me as she moans and scratches my back. I begin to move in shallow thrusts, angling her so that I brush against her G-spot with every little push.

“Yes,” she breathes, her body becoming limp in my arms as she lets the pleasure overtake her. “Yes. Wes, right there.”

I keep that steady pace, groaning as she begins to come all over again. Her cunt grips me so violently I can’t hold on. My own orgasm takes over, rushing through my body like a damn wildfire. I spill into her and cry out as I bottom out inside of her and pull her hair back, exposing her neck for my mouth.

I claim her neck with my mouth and her pussy with my cum, making sure she is well and truly marked. I want to see my bite marks all over her pretty little throat. As we both come back down to Earth, I hug her and hold her to me, soaking up her warmth and her scent. I carry her out of the pool with her body wrapped around me like a limp noodle.

I lay her down on one of the reclining chairs and situate myself back between her thighs. I grab her under her knees and push them up to her chest.

“What are you doing?” she asks, sounding embarrassed and outraged as she tries to fight my grip.

“I want to watch,” I tell her as my cum begins to leak out of her red and swollen cunt. “Fuck, Zo?. I love seeing my cum drip out of your perfect little pussy,” I groan as I bite her thigh until she whimpers from pain. When I pull away, there’s a perfect outline of my teeth, and her arms are thrown over her face. “Stop hiding your face,” I tell her, scooping up my cum and finger fucking it back inside of her.

She cries out and grips the sides of the chair.

“Fuck, Wes!” she yells as I continue to make sure as much of it gets put back inside of her as possible. My thumb plays circles over her sensitive little clit while my fingers curl deep inside of her.

“Come for me, Little Doe. I want one more.”

Her hips lift off the chair as a creative combination of swear words fall from her lips.

“Good girl,” I praise her once she calms down. I pull out of her and crawl up her body, holding my fingers up to her mouth. “Taste how good we are together.”

Her eyes hold my own as she opens her mouth and sucks them clean, her cheeks hollowing out as I push them into her throat. My dick tries to twitch back to life as I realize she doesn’t gag while I finger fuck her mouth. I slide them out of her mouth with a pop and grip her jaw.

“You’re mine now, Zo?,” I tell her before cutting off her protests with a kiss.





CHAPTER SIX





“Talk to me,” I tell her as I hand her a bottle of water. She’s sitting on the lounge chair, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. I sit across from her just in my boxers and a towel over my shoulders.

She shakes her head and takes a sip of water.

“I haven’t spoken to my uncle since he kicked me out, Zo?. You aren’t threatening a healthy relationship here. Tell me everything that happened.”

A sad smile graces those beautiful lips.

“Okay, there is something else,” she admits, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment. “Looking back on it now, as an adult, I realize what I overheard was probably just you being a guy with your friends,” she says, trailing off at the end like I’m going to piece together the puzzle.

I rack my brain for what she could be talking about. I don’t remember saying anything to anyone about her. I never told anyone her secrets or gossiped about her.

“Zo?, you’re going to have to spell it out for me. This was eight years ago. Help me out here.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “We were hanging out at your graduation party, and I got up when my friend Rachel got there. Remember her?” I nod, and she continues. “So, I hung out with her for a while, and when I went to look for you, I found you and your little group of guys chatting in the garage. I stopped before walking in because I heard one of them say my name.”

The memory of what they were saying in that garage begins to come back to me, and I can feel my entire body heat. I know what she’s going to say she heard, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach. She may have prefaced this story by giving me the out of “boys will be boys,” but that shit isn’t right. That’s not an excuse; it’s a cop-out.

“One of the guys said something about us being together, you being pussy whipped, or something along those lines.”

Something tells me she knows exactly what they said, but she’s trying to downplay it, and I feel like absolute shit. But now that I know the full reason behind why she left, I can spend the rest of my life making it up to her. I wasn’t saying it lightly when I told her she was mine.

“Anyway,” she continues. “You basically dismissed them, telling them you’d never see me like that, that you didn’t want anything to do with me in that way. My teenage girl’s heart was a bit broken,” she says with another small smile. “Like I said, I had a crush on you, and to hear something like that come out of my best friend’s mouth? Tough pill to swallow.”

I reach out to take her hand, but she pulls back, retreating back inside those walls she keeps building. I thought mine were tall, but hers are unscalable. Every time I get to the top and peek over, she kicks me back down.