Her arms wound around my neck and she wriggled beneath me, which made her pussy collide with my dick, her juices soaking me as she anointed me with her slick heat.
I growled against her mouth, then whispered, "You fucking set me on fire, you filthy witch."
She cackled against my lips, then murmured, "It’s the arsonist in you. It digs my heat."
I grinned as I rocked my hips, making sure that I always caught her clit on the way back. She soon stopped laughing, soon stopped doing anything other than grinding into me, those fucking heels of hers digging into me so hard that the pain was electric.
Ironic, yes.
I knew that.
Still, everything about what I had with her was topsy-turvy and, in my life, I’d never been fucking happier.
With a snarl, I pulled away, tunneling down the bed so that I could snack on her clit. She squealed, her legs coming around my head in a way that was sure to suffocate me soon—but what a fucking way to go.
"Oh, God, it feels differently like this!" she squeaked.
Yeah, we had a lot of firsts coming to us. Firsts that were normal for regular people who didn’t have such a misaligned joint that they could have sued their surgeon.
Me?
I’d be getting my own back for my descent into hell thanks to him in a different way. I’d be taking my da’s suggestion, that was for goddamn sure...
As I sucked on her clit, I thrust two fingers inside her, making sure she was as wet as I wanted. Then, I pulled away, grabbed her legs and pinned them to her front.
"Hug your calves," I rumbled, loving how she snapped to it.
Those heels were like weapons, the ‘knives’ glinting at me from her new position which squished her pussy lips between her thighs and opened up her asshole to me when I grabbed her hips and angled her so that I’d have better access to it.
"No pain?" she rasped.
Her concern soothed me like nothing else could. "No pain," I confirmed.
I sighed as I twisted around to grab the lube I’d bought for this very occasion, and she watched me with eager eyes as I slicked the liquid around my erect cock.
She moaned at the sight, and I gave her more of a show, whacking off to the point where I was close to coming because I wanted to see creamy ropes of cum landing against that plump pussy of hers, but I wanted in her ass more.
Groaning under my breath, I reached beneath my dick, rubbed my balls together and twisted slightly to ease the ache.
"What is it about you that makes my cock forget I was inside you six hours ago?"
Her laughter was choked. "What is it about you that makes my pussy forget you were inside me six hours ago?"
"At least this madness is mutual," I agreed as I let my slick fingers dip down to her asshole.
We’d prepared her for this moment, because I wanted no pain that first time I took her, but sweet fuck, when her butt clenched down around them, I knew when I got my length inside her, it’d be like flying through St. Peter’s gates.
I spread them, scissoring wider so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed when I stuffed her full of dick, while I carried on playing with her clit. I didn’t stop doing this until she was writhing against the bed, and I knew I was going to get it again—I fucking loved when she squirted.
Setting the tip of my erection to her rosette, I murmured, "Don’t fight me, little one."
She groaned, and I watched the concentration in her eyes as she struggled to do as I asked.
A keening moan escaped her as she endeavored to take each inch, and when I was all the way in, she croaked, "When did you get so big?"
"Stop stroking my ego."
Her ass clenched around me. "That’s how I’ll stroke it. I’m being serious." She panted then disobeyed by letting her legs spread wide. Her heels dug into the duvet, as she kept her knees high and I had to admit, the visual was even better.
Her lips were splayed apart, her slit wet and hungry, visibly clenching for me. For more.
The sight had me wishing I was double jointed because I wanted to suck on those lips so fucking bad, but I didn’t. Instead, I slid my pointer and middle finger back in there, twisted them around and hooked up against the front wall of her cunt.
A shaky breath escaped her, and her eyes, deep inside, spaced out. I saw it happen. Saw the second I found that delicious little place that made her come for me, and I began to tease it.
Each thrust of my hips bumped my fingers and that rocked harder into her G-spot.
Every thrust had her whining and wriggling on the bed.
Every thrust had her releasing a shaky breath.
Every thrust took her higher, made her freer, liberated her so that I knew she was close to flying.
I just wanted to fly with her.
Patience wasn’t my strongest virtue, but for her, it’d always be my best. I took her to the precipice, then I twisted my thumb to her clit and started to rub it with the edge.
When she went off, it was like a fire alarm sounded in the room—she screamed. Loud. It hurt my fucking ears, but my dick rejoiced as she clamped down around me so hard that I didn’t just see stars, but a goddamn light display as a universe was born and died behind my eyes.
Then I felt it.
The pressure reached fever pitch, and she broke.
Slick wetness flooded the space where our bodies met, and she cried out, her back arching, tits shaking, her hands coming up to cover her face as she sobbed out her pleasure.
When she was like this, broken, ruined by ecstasy, she was never more beautiful to me than here and now.
Then, because I couldn’t help myself, I did as I wanted earlier.
I pulled out of her ass, grabbed a hold of my dick, and jacked off. The creamy ropes of cum anointed that glossy flesh, and she moaned, dropping her hand at the sound of my grunts, as we both watched the show.
When I was done, when I was broken and then fixed, she smiled at me, and that was a beacon. Of light, hope, need, and love.
One that, I knew, would guide me into the future, one that would always be my way back to her.
My home.
My Savannah.
Aidan said it himself…
Filthy lies and filthier secrets.
Welllllllll…
FILTHY SECRET is the next novel in the Filthy Feckers’ series!
Can you guess which brother it is? ;)
You can preorder here: www.books2read.com/FilthySecret
I’m also pleased to announce that THE DON will be getting his own novel!
You might hate the Italians now, but wait until a Sicilian is in charge… you ain’t seen nothing yet. This enigmatic Valentini is my new obsession.
Seriously, ladies, get ready to swoon.
Hope you’re excited for this next adventure!
Here’s the first chapter to get you wanting more: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/ctklrgicz3
Afterword
I know some of those chapters were hard-hitting.
I know that you might have stopped and had to restart a couple times.
I know that you hurt for these men.
I do too.
Secrets… so toxic.
Just remember, if you’re a survivor, that secret shelters them too.
They deserve no shelter.
They deserve the spotlight right in their goddamn face.
You might not have two Aidans who’ll kill for you, but your voice is heard.