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My fingers found their way to his pants, tearing them open to free the thick muscle. We were ravaging each other like it was our first time together, and the control had been lost to pent up desire and lust.

Curling my fingers around his dick, he moaned, pushing hot air across my neck. Stroking him up and down, I lowered to my knees, ready to taste his length.

His bear-sized palm rested on the top of my head, fingers tangling in my hair to brace himself. Looking up at him, our eyes connected, his glazing over as I swirled my tongue around his crown and licked down the muscle.

His cock was throbbing, pulsing in my hand as I throated all of it in one slow mouthful. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked Birch's length, letting it hit the back of my throat.

He tasted salty and sweet, just like he always did. It was the flavor I wanted, the taste I craved and devoured like a starving animal.

“Fuck, Babe, that's good.” Closing his eyes, his head fell back as his hips shifted subtly to my pace. “Damn, I love the way you suck me off. Your mouth is fucking magic.” Grunting, his hand drove my head harder as he fucked my face.

My pussy was growing warm and wet, clenching the air, greedily looking for something to fill it. I was delirious, lost and engulfed in the moment, in my need and the desire taking over my body.

Birch jerked his waist hard, pulling free from my lips with a soft pop. “Why are you stopping?” I asked, stroking his cock hard and fast.

“Because your mouth is nice, but your pussy is better.” Picking me up off the floor, he slipped my pants down my legs. Stepping out of them, Birch threw his arms around my ass and swooped me off my feet. “I need you, Cyprus, I always need you.”

Curling my legs around his waist, I lifted up and positioned my pussy over his swelling tip. Sliding down, Birch growled as I took the full length of his cock with my heat.

Bouncing up and down, his strong arms held me up, making it easy to ride him. My body ignited, hot ripples ran up my legs and through my belly, forcing a chill to scale my spine.

And as we found our bliss in the coffin that held my former life, I realized that nothing he could say or do would change my past, but what he gave me was worth so much more.

I close my eyes and it's him I see. I touch my heart and it's him I feel.

How do I still love him when our life was a lie?

Because love was going to build my future.

I still had that—westill had that.

We had a future we could build on truth now.