Beautiful Lies (Breaking Belles #2) - Alta Hensley Page 0,42

didn't have the strength to say no. And she was right. We both needed it. We needed some way to release the tension that threatened to strangle us both. And fuck knew I wanted inside her—inside that tight ass of hers more than anything I’d ever wanted before on this side of the grave. I kicked off my pants but did walk over to the bedside table first and pulled out a bottle of lube. The girl had just been branded and she didn’t deserve a dry ass fucking no matter how angry I was with her.

I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to woo. I didn’t want to comfort. I just wanted to be buried balls deep inside of her ass, and judging from how Portia lay on her stomach, with her tight ass on full display… waiting… she wanted it the same way.

I coated my dick with lube as I said, “I’m not going to be gentle or slow.”

“Good,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at me with a sinful grin. “I’d rather have that sting than the sting on my hip.”

Mounting behind her, I guided my cock to her asshole—fuck me what a beautiful little perfect asshole—I wanted to thrust my thumbs in and feel all around. To stretch her and intrude into her secret places but I was too impatient, and my steel-hard cock needed inside more.

Needed to fuck. Needed to be fucking her now.

My cock started pushing inside her hot flesh. Even though I said I wouldn’t be slow, I did ease up when she gasped and gripped the bedding in her fists. The crown of my cock was not small, but her tight anus was. So tiny. She had to groan and relax and allow me to really work it to wedge it inside her body.

We had to work together, and at some point there was nothing for it but for me to jut my hips forward and breach her.

She cried out like a mewling kitten when I did, and a groan from so deep inside me rumbled out of my throat. Fuck me, nothing felt as good as being in her sweet ass. Only her pussy could compare, but they were each perfect in a different way. Now that I’d had her ass, I’d never let it go. I’d be demanding to come back here all the time, or as often as she’d let me. Maybe it’d only be on special occasions and fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck—

I thrust in deeper and then pulled out again.

Her entire body spasmed and her fists clenched the blankets so tight her knuckles turned white. More ecstatic noises came from her throat.

“Keep going,” she cried out. “Cum in my ass.”

God this woman…

I inched my way deeper and deeper, feeling her inner walls clench around me. I wasn’t going to last long, but with how tight she was and how much I was stretching her, I was pretty sure she didn’t want a marathon ass fucking anyway. I was happy to see her reach around and begin to stroke her clit as I pulled out only to push back inside again.

Her little cries came out higher and higher pitched and she writhed beneath me. Our bodies slid together, and I bent my forehead against her arching spine.

I latched onto her shoulder blade with my mouth, then my teeth as I shoved in deep again, a long slide of my cock against the silky inner walls of her ass, her clenching around me, clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing as she stroked her pussy and her clit.

I tried for a steady pace but couldn’t manage it. There was never any steady with her, no matter how hard I tried to find my absolute control. Instead, something else happened. She soothed the ever-before restless beast inside me.

With every staggered stroke, my anger dissipated. With every thrust, my fury fizzled. With every moan and sexy mewl escaping from Portia’s lips as she brought herself to climax while I ravished her ass, I saw this woman for what she was.

Not a bitch.

Not a whore.

A goddamn survivor. A treasure.

She was strong and powerful.

She was a woman bringing me to my knees.

And if it weren’t for her… we wouldn’t still be in the fight.

I bottomed out inside her, a hard thrust that made her cry out in both pain and pleasure, and spent my cum deep, deep inside her most secret place.

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Portia

I couldn’t handle another branding. Although at this point, who knew? Who the fuck