Troy
“You’re right. It wasn’t.” She stepped closer, lips curling. “I decided maybe I didn’t need to speak at all.” Then she slid to her knees in front of me, looking up with those eyes that could ruin me.
I didn’t push. Didn’t force the truth from her. I just let her take my c**k into her mouth, let the heat and slick of her tongue burn away my restraint. My hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, f*****g her mouth until my control frayed.
“Kiana,” I grunted, pulling back before I lost it. My chest was heaving. “Come on, baby. I want you under me. I want your heat wrapped around me.”
I hauled her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as she buried her face in my neck. Whatever haunted her hadn’t left, even after I’d wrung an orgasm from her.
We fell onto the bed, my hands
