Page 83 of Secrets That Bind Us

“That’s it, sweetheart, ride my fucking tongue.”

“Dean!”

“That’s not my name tonight. Stick to your script, sweetheart .

” He chastises. I could argue he’s lost his lilt.

We’re both breaking for the other already.

Too soon, he’s pulling away from me, his chin slick with my arousal, and smooths down my skirt for me just as the doors to the elevator open and there’s an older couple standing there.

He grabs my hand and tugs me to what I’m guessing is the large suite he rented for the weekend.

All I did was mention this fantasy-slash-”research” idea for my next book and he took care of everything else.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” had been my only request.

I have no idea what to expect. As soon as the door shuts behind us, he throws his jacket off and has me pinned to it, crushing his lips to mine so I taste myself.

Detective Carson reaches down to hike and hook my leg over his hip, pressing his very hard length against me, and I know– I just know– I’m leaving a wet spot on his trousers the moment his tongue dips between my lips. He groans, “Goddammit, you taste like sin, sweetheart. So fucking delicious.”

It takes him no time to reach behind me and race the zipper of my dress down the teeth so it falls away, then bend down and lift me.

But instead of taking me to the bed, he sets me down on the nearest sofa, breaking from our kiss.

After ripping off his tie and shirt, he rests a hand on my sternum and pushes me back gently.

Once I’m flat on my back, he unfastens his belt, pulling it from the loops in his slacks, sapphire eyes narrowed into slits as he peers down at me with hooded eyes full of something needy yet primal.

Lust. Love. It’s a promise of sweet, dedicated torture.

And I want it.

My breasts ache, feeling heavy as fuck, and I almost whimper in embarrassment when my nipples begin to leak.

It makes Detective Carson smile down wickedly at me from above while he loops his belt around my throat.

“That’s a sexy fucking sight, sweetheart.

Best believe I’m gonna suck those pretty heavy tits and have you feed me. ”

Oh my fucking God.

The buckle of the belt is secure at the side of my throat, and only then does he unfasten his slacks with his free hand and let them drop, stepping out of them. His cock is so hard and jutting out before him. “Are you clean?”

I nod as much as I can with the hold he has on my throat by the belt.

“Me too. I’m gonna abuse your gorgeous pussy tonight, and in no way, shape, or form do I want any barriers between us. I want to feel every ridge and every squeeze of your cunt when you come on my cock. Tell me yes .”

“Yes!” I pant when he rubs the head of his cock over my slit, coating himself in my arousal. He tugs the belt and makes me watch.

“There’s a good fucking girl. Watch how hard your pretty pussy gets me. That’s it. No, sweetheart, don’t look away. You’re fucking soaking me, little slut.”

I bite my lower lip and moan when he slips just the tip into me, only to withdraw and climb over my body, leaving my arms pinned at my sides.

“Now taste this delicious hellfire, sweetheart. Open those pretty lips of yours. I wanna watch them stretch around my cock.”

I obey. As he tugs, my head comes up, and he fists my hair, guiding my mouth to him.

I barely have time to wet my lips before he shoves his cock deep into my mouth, holding it there when he lets out a soft curse.

I peer up at him, every muscle in his abdomen, his chest, each tattoo that tells a snippet of our story, woven together.

I swallow around him, and he thrusts deeper, never taking his eyes off mine.

“That’s a good fucking girl… God, yes… sinful fucking mouth…

deeper… that’s my filthy fucking girl… keep doing that. ”

Each piston of his hips grows more brutal, like he’s losing his mind at the sight of me pleasuring him, until they’ve grown so frantic that saliva is running past my cheeks and into my hair.

My vision is blurred, tears rolling to the sides.

I know I’m a mess. But he doesn't seem to care.

He stills and lets me breathe, that look on his face turning into a sneer. “Had enough?”

I shake my head. Never. I’ll never have enough of him using me like this.

“We’ll come back to that. For now, I need to watch your pussy swallow me.

” He promises, then prolongs his withdrawal, like he’s commemorating the sight of my lips stretched and dragging down his length until I let go of the crown of his mushroom tip with a slight ‘pop.’ He slides back down my body, spreading my thighs so far apart I groan at the lingering stretch, and gazes down at the wettest, pinkest, part of me.

“Look at that…” Reaching down, he fists himself and rubs the fattest part of his cock all over my clit, over and over, dipping inside of me only to continue his deliberate torture.

Then he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head roughly. I’m at his complete and utter mercy.

“Please!”

“Shhh, sweetheart. You said this is what you want, remember? You said you wanted to get fucked by a stranger. You didn’t specify how.

Did you think I was gonna bring you up here and make sweet little love to you?

Kiss you so nicely? You don’t want that, remember?

You want to be a dirty, filthy whore for me tonight.

I’m here to deliver. So take my fucking dick like the filthy little slut you are. ”

I groan so loud when he dips inside only to drag his cock out at a slow, decadent pace and then thrusts every centimeter into me until his hips are flush to mine. “Oh, God!” I scream, and he chuckles darkly, sending shivers throughout every nerve ending of mine.

“That’s it, pretty girl, feel every inch of me.” Thrust “You really shouldn’t fuck strangers, sweetheart .”

I gasp.

He looms over me. Thrust . “Fuck, this pussy is so fucking good.” Thrust. Thrust. Brutal thrust .

My pussy clamps around him, and I struggle in his grasp.

He snarls, manhandling me so I’m on all fours, my ass is in the air, hands behind my back.

He drives into me harder until I’m screaming in both pain and pleasure.

Deliriously moaning. Every whimper, every praise, every curse, every slap of skin on flesh ricochets in an obscene symphony.

He lets go of my hands long enough to spank me hard, and I tumble into orgasm unwillingly when he reaches over and under to strum my clit with his fingers.

“There’s a good fucking girl. That’s it.

Oh, fuck-- I can feel you swallowing me whole.

Jesus.” He curses, allowing me to ride out the wave of euphoria, but he doesn’t let up.

The only thing he does is get rid of the belt around my throat, slipping out when he feels me barreling towards another one. “No, sweetheart. I’m not done. Up. C’mon.”

I stand on wobbly legs, and he roughly guides me to the balcony I can now see is open by my hair. I gasp, stumbling. “Detective Carson.”

“You wanted to fuck a stranger? This is how I fuck. Come. Here.” The assertiveness in his tone is doing so much to me.

I quiver but trust my husband-- stranger- - and follow him out.

Though we’re twenty stories in the air, it’s somewhat secure with concrete walls on either side of us.

He sits on the chair and pulls me to him.

“Now sit on my fucking dick so I can suck all the milk leaking from these gorgeous tits. Sit on my dick. I’m not asking. ”

I reach down and fist him, slowly impaling myself, and we both groan at how fucking good the other feels.

Every time. He wraps his arms around my torso, finding purchase on my ass, helping lift me when I rise and sink back down.

I cry out when his tongue finds a pearled nipple, and he inhales it, expertly sucking out the milk.

I feel the sensation down to my clit and I grab his head, undulating my hips faster, wanting him to meet me at Little Death’s door.

“God yes, Verity. Fuck my cock, baby. Ah, shit .” He seeks my other nipple, and I do. I use my husband’s cock like my personal toy, until I’m moaning and gasping. “That’s it, baby. Fuck. Yes. keep going… give it to me. Give me what belongs to me. Ohhhh God .”

“Oh my God, Dean !”

“Fuuuuuucccckkkk yessssss.” He groans, lifting me in his stronghold. I feel the cold bar of the railing against my naked flesh and lean back. He kisses the column of my throat, licking me up like a rabid dog, fucking into me savagely. “Say my fucking name so I can fill this pretty pussy up.”

“Dean!”

“That’s it. Again. Remind me who owns this pussy.”

“Fuck! You, Dean! You own it. Don’t stop…” I chant his name like a plea for him to not stop that-- “I’m coming !”

“FUCK. YES!” I feel every pounding throb of his thick cock when he comes inside of me, his hips frantically jerking until he stills and his thighs tremble, holding me tighter to him.

I open my eyes to the upside-down view of the city below us as his head finds the crook of my neck, kissing me so fucking tenderly. He walks us backward into the bedroom, stumbling when we get all the way in and fall onto the bed– thankfully– bursting into a fit of laughter.

I kiss him– my husband, the love of my life.

His hold on me tightens. “How was that?”

I giggle. “One for the books.” I tease when I feel him hardening inside of me again.

“Good. But I meant what I said-” he always does “-I’m not done with you yet.” He never is.

I squeal when he flips us, and lose myself again to him when his lips find mine, losing myself to the storm that is Dean Carson.

Forever my muse.

Forever his girl.