Page 155 of Hearts Storm

Obediently, I part my lips, and Brex slides his slick digits between my lips. The taste of my slick arousal floods my tongue, making me moan.

“Make sure you leave some for me,” he says, watching me with a pair of dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls.

Withdrawing his fingers from my mouth with a pop, he takes a step back, reaching for the buttons of his shirt as he kicks off his shoes.

“Nervous, Pretty?” he rumbles, tossing his shirt on top of Logan’s jacket.

His voice sounds different. Void of its usual smirk, it’s deep, serious, burrowing under my skin as his white teeth sink into his full bottom lip.

“Why?” I pant. “Should I be?”

My heart slowly capsizes in my chest when his smirk takes on a dangerous edge right before lifts both hands, grabs my dress by the collar and rips it right down the middle.

Head buzzing, my world fuzzes around the edges as my knees wobble, heart thudding an erratic beat in my clit. Heat pools in my center, back to soaking my almost non-existent pair of blue lace panties. My lungs stutter when I try taking a breath, but it won’t come. Not while his sinfully handsome, smirky face is all up in mine.

“How ’bout we give Logan something to cry about when he comes back?” he hums against my neck and my freaking eyes roll back in my head.

Holy hell.

I shrug off what’s left of my dress, letting it fall to the floor.

Manhandling my tit, his finger slides through my folds, slow and deliberate before sinking it inside me, making my back bow, “Fu-uuuck, Brex.”

“Come on, Pretty. Let’s take this over to the couch.”

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My dick is so fucking hard I can barely see straight as I guide Reyna over to stand against the back of the couch.

Cupping her face with both hands, I tilt her head back and lean in to capture her lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth and the way she melts into me makes me groan and delve deeper.

I can’t get enough. The taste of her—sweet champagne and mint—makes my head spin. Her tongue dances with mine, eager and desperate, as if she’s trying to drink me in. Sliding one hand down the column of her throat, I squeeze, her pulse hammering against my thumb as she whimpers into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot just below her ear. She shudders against me, fingers digging into my shoulders as she releases a breathy sigh.

“Damn, Pretty,” I murmur against her skin. “What you do to me.”

Removing the extra hair tie she always keeps on her wrist, I pull her hair up into a ponytail and place my hands on her shoulders. “Now… on your knees.”

Slowly, she sinks to the carpet. My hands tremble slightly as I work the button of my pants, shoving them down along with my boxer briefs.

My cock juts, thick and hard, tip glistening with pre-cum. I don’t think I’ve been this ready to come since I was a teenager.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this,” I groan, fisting my cock at the base. The sight of her on her knees, looking up at me with those wide blue eyes, lips parted in anticipation—it’s enough to make me forget my own name.

“Give me your tongue.”

Obediently, her mouth opens and she sticks out her tongue.

Ah, hell. There is no way I’m not going to last more than a few seconds.

My heart hammers against my ribs as I guide myself into her mouth. The first touch of her tongue against my shaft sends electricity shooting up my spine. I watch, mesmerized, as she opens wider, taking me in. The wet heat of her mouth envelops me, and I have to grip the back of the couch with both hands to steady myself.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, fighting the urge to thrust. Her tongue swirls around my tip, teasing the sensitive underside before she takes me deeper. The sight of her, lips stretched around my cock, combined with the obscene wet sounds she’s making, has my balls drawing up tight.

My thighs tense as she begins to bob, finding a rhythm makes me grunt in time with each swirl of her tongue.