“If you want truths, you have to work for them.”
He licks all the way up to my earlobe, nibbling it with his teeth.
“H-how?”
His body turns sharply and I’m pulled forward onto his chest as he reclines back. I sit up and look down at him lying on the bed underneath me.
“Use whatever methods you think will work best. Torture me, if you’d like.”
He brings his hands behind his head, fanning his elbows out.
He’s brutally gorgeous, and oh so dangerous. The perfect shell for his depraved soul.
And he wants me.
Sliding further down his body, I begin by removing his pants, making my way through belts, buttons, and fabric until I find his length.
It’s gorgeous.
I bathe his cock in my warm breath as I fix him with a gaze.
“Tell me your secrets,” I whisper.
“You were mine the moment you picked up that radio receiver.”
I swirl my languid tongue around the ridge of his head, but instead of licking further, I kiss the expanse of his pubic hair, right under his navel, then I dip my tongue into his belly button.
“Tell me your secrets,” I say again.
“I own you.”
I kiss up the deep ridge of his abs to his chest, taking a stiff nipple between my teeth and tugging gently. His breathing grows rushed. I give the other equal treatment, then sit back so that my pussy is pressed against his hard cock.
“Tell me your secrets.”
“I’ve killed more men than I’ve saved.”
Not a surprise.
I plant my hands on each side of his head and get on all fours.
I’m very aware of his body’s response to me. How hard it is. How his cock is leaking an obscene amount of pre-cum.
Gage is a mountain made flesh. A force one can’t hope to contain or control. He is more beast than man.
A monster.
“Tell me your secrets.”
“I really did kill a woman the other day. She was dangerous, and I enjoyed it.”
I’m not surprised. Nor am I scared.
As I crawl up his body, my nipples grazing his chest.
“Tell me your secrets.”
“Women have failed where you have succeeded.”