Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(78)

When she comes, that’s what it feels like: a raw, gut-wrenching cataclysm, sweeping away the last vestiges of my soul that try to insist there’s nothing here between us.

She climaxes, and it’s the most serene, truthful experience, even as a riotous sound rips out of her chest and into the air.

It’s exactly what I always expected: complete and utter absolution.

Her cunt floods my hand, drenches my trousers, and I feel cleansed of all my sins.

Withdrawing slowly, I fish my cock out and give it a rough tug. She blinks, head lolling in her postorgasmic fog, and reaches for me, wrapping her fingers beneath the crown. I groan, jerking at her touch, so bloody hard I can barely see straight.

“Put me in, love.” My words are ragged, rife with pure lust as heat unfurls in my gut.

Straightening her spine, she adjusts her hold, positioning me at her entrance. My hips flex forward, sinking inside slowly, so fucking slow, as her nails dig into the back of my neck.

“Oh, god…” she exhales, dropping her head against the door. “You feel so good. So big.”

My chest heats, arousal spreading like jelly through me. “And you take it so well. Who’d have thought such a sweet little snatch would stretch so wide and easy for my cock?”

“Made for you,” she murmurs, her words jumbling as I draw my hips back, slamming into her to the hilt. She cries out, and I swallow the sounds.

“Say it again,” I command against her mouth, gripping her arse in my palms. My thrusts grow brutal, punishing, and the door rattles with each.

“My pussy was made for you,” she moans, kissing me back with a fervency I feel all the way in my bollocks.

They draw up as I piston in and out, coaxing my cock along her inner walls. I curse under my breath, biting down on the inside of my lip to try and stave off the release building in my spine.

“O-oh. Yes, Jonas, fuck. Harder, please.” Lenny starts to spasm around me with each stroke, and I hold her tighter, stabilizing her so I can increase the force of my thrusts. “Gonna come,” she chokes out, clamping down on my cock before she’s even finished the last word.

I fuck her through it, my breaths erratic and the grip on her arse bruising, on the verge of passing out as she crests the hill of release.

After it rolls over her and she’s left panting, I whirl around and cross the room, tossing her on the bed. Her tits bounce as she lands, and I scramble up beside her, brushing the hair from her face and pointing my cock at her.

Fisting it tight, I pump my shaft rapidly, matching the pace I set when I was inside of her. My climax barrels up and out, pulling soft groans along with it, and she opens her mouth at the last second, holding her tongue out.

Hot, thick ropes of cum land on her face, collecting beneath her eyes and over her nose, spurting across her lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” I say, pinching my eyes closed as I paint her like the bloody Mona Lisa, my vision wiping out completely as I milk myself dry. “So bloody beautiful all messed up for me, love. If I could keep you covered in my cum forever, I believe I would.”

The last drops drip onto her smooth skin, and I sit back with an exhausted breath. Sweat glides down my back, so I slip from the bed and discard my clothing, watching Lenny for signs of distress.

One of her eyes is covered, so she reaches up and drags her fingers through it. Her tongue sweeps out, savoring what’s on her lips, and my cock kicks against my thigh.

“Lenny…”

Ignoring me, she continues cleaning herself, pushing the thick liquid into her mouth, before opening wide. “Aaaah.” She smiles, swirling it around, and I have to grip the bedpost to keep from taking her all over again.

With a devious glint in her green eyes, she coats her index finger and brings it between her thighs. Keeping her gaze on mine, she pushes in slowly, adding my juices to hers.

“Careful, love. You’re playing with fire.”

Grinning, she withdraws her hand but doesn’t look at all remorseful. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

My chest aches with awareness, frissons of heat providing evidence toward that very possibility. That we aren’t at risk of catching fire; we’re already there, engulfed in flames with no end in sight.

Walking over to the bed, I lean down and scoop her into my arms, then carry her bridal style into the bathroom after making sure Mileena hasn’t followed us up.

We clean quickly, and then are back in the bed within minutes. I draw her backside against my front, burying my face in her neck with a sigh.

“So,” she says after a moment. “Your mom’s not dead.”

“Believe me, before tonight it was better to assume she was.”

Lenny stays quiet for a beat. “Better or easier?”

I pull back slightly. Brush my lips under her ear. “Aren’t those the same thing?”

“No.” Her voice is soft. Like she’s afraid speaking too loud might shatter the sense of contentment in the air around us.

Sighing, I roll onto my back, yanking her with me. She nestles into my side, and it strikes me at how naturally we’ve fallen into this facet of domesticity. If you didn’t know our relationship was fake, you might not even believe it.

I’m having a hard enough time, myself.

“She disappeared on my father and I when I was a kid. No reasoning, no goodbye. We just woke up one day, and she was gone.” My eyes rove over the ceiling, darting around so the memories don’t take root. “It was bad enough being this loner kid with a dad everyone knew was a criminal. Then, she ditched us and everyone wanted to make out like it was my problem. Like I was…”