Page 241 of Coal Hearts

This was for me.

Everything I claimed, I wanted.

Yet I couldn’t deny the thrill of making her come apart.

Of taking away her control and turning her entire body against her.

The first ripple of her pussy around my fingers made me grunt with approval. The gush of wetness made my entry slick and smooth.

I kept going.

Kept pushing, breaking, claiming.

It didn’t take long.

Unfortunately for her, I was a fast learner.

She’d taught me what she liked when I dry-humped her to completion in my room.

I might not know her last name, but I knew she liked it hard.

So...I gave her hard.

Motherfucking ruthless.

And she came.

Wake after quaking wake.

Pulse after shuddering pulse.

Her body milked my fingers.

I couldn’t help myself.

Withdrawing my hand, I plunged my tongue back inside her, needing to feel the quivering sensation in my mouth—to taste her release, drink down her unwanted orgasm, and prove to her that she might hate me but her body fucking loved me.

My chin and five o’clock shadow were drenched as her fierce climax faded almost as quickly as it’d pounced.

Her cuffs jingled as she trembled. Her chest flushed. Skin sweaty.

She’d fallen down the other side of a craggy, blissful mountain.

I wanted to fall too.

Fumbling with the buckle around her ankle, I unthreaded the loop and let her go.

Just one.

A single leg.

The one I’d cut to match mine.

With blurry eyes and horror on her beautiful face, Ily cringed away from me as I swooped to standing and grabbed her knee. Hoisting her leg as far up my thigh as possible, I spread her at my mercy.

Our eyes locked.

Our panting matched.