Page 73 of The True Garza

He slaps me. One, two, three times in quick succession. And then he drives into me.

“Argh, yes, oh god, yes, Mateo,” I cry, pushing my ass back at him.

“Shhhit,” he curses. “You’re tighter than I remember.” Gripping my hips, he pulls out slowly, hissing under his breath, then drives into me again. “Fucking hell.” He presses in deep, knocking another cry out of me. “Tell me I was the last man inside this sweet fucking pussy…. Tell me…even if it’s a lie.”

“You… you were the last.”

With a gruffly whispered curse, he grips my neck from the back to keep me still, then begins fucking me. And yes, yes, yes…. How much I’ve needed this. He fills me,completely.Hits me in the deepest, sweetest spots that no one else ever has before him.

In no time at all, my walls are cinching his cock as my orgasm winds me tight and punches me in the face. This, this is what kept me mesmerized all this time. What made him unforgettable. It should be a crime to be able to please a woman this well. This effortlessly.

I’m still floating high when he hikes my left leg up onto the dresser, locks one strong arm around my waist, and begins hitting me even deeper. Andoh… This is fucking divine.

“Harder,” I beg. “More.”

“Yeah, she’s still greedy,” he muses to himself, but doesn’t hold back. He gives me what I want. He pounds me until I’m being split in two by another orgasm.

“Mateo, oh god, Mateo… you’re so good….”

I’m still trembling when he pulls out and flips me around again. Lifts me up and seats me on the dresser, items tumbling and crashing to the floor as he spreads me wide.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking pussy,” he mutters, gliding the backs of his fingers through my slick folds.

“Sensitive?” he asks when my body winces a little.

“A bit.”

“Want me to slow down?”

“Don’t you dare.”

With a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, he enters me again, and I moan in gratitude. Ilovebeing filled by him.

I hang on to his broad shoulders as he plunges into me again and again with shifting pace, style, and rhythm. Skillful and confident. When he wraps his fingers tightly around my throat and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his movements quickening, deepening, I know he’s on the verge. So I wrap my legs around him to make it even better for him.

He bites my lip as his body goes rigid and that familiar feral noise reverberates in his throat. I hold him close as his orgasm rocks through him. The smell of us is pure ecstasy. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want the moment to be over. I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want to share him.

Fuck. Why?Why did I do this? Why did I give in to my desperate urges,knowingwhat kind of man he is?

I’m so freaking screwed.

We remain like that until our heartbeats even out. He kisses me—deeply, but briefly—then pulls away and goes off to the bathroom.

For a long time, I stare off at nothing, wondering what the hell I’ve just done. A fling was easy for me back in Denver; I was in a different place back then. A different headspace. I knew nothing about him, nor did I want to. He was there to give me pleasure, nothing else. What he did with his body afterward didn’t matter to me.

Now? I know too much. Have seen too much. And like him too damn much.

Ireallyshouldn’t have done this.

“You good?”

Startled from my rampant reveries, I blink. “Huh?”

True’s shadowing the bathroom doorway, a small frown between his brows. He beckons me with two fingers. “C’mere.”

I hop off the dresser and go to him.

He guides me to the bathroom vanity. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”