Page 156 of Hearts Storm

The pleasure builds, coiling at the base of my spine. Fuck, I’m close. I need to slow down, make this last. I want to feel her throat constrict around me when she swallows, want to⁠—

“Fuck,” I curse, pulling away with a wet pop, cock throbbing angrily at the sudden loss of heat. “Get up.”

As soon as she’s upright, I kick her legs apart, spreading her wide.

She whimpers, hands braced against the top of the couch, nails clawing into the fabric.

My mouth waters at the sight—pussy swollen and glistening, pretty blue panties still shoved to the side, completely soaked through. I drop into a squat, getting my mouth level with her cunt, and dive in.

The first taste of her almost knocks me on my ass. Sweet and musky, with a hint of salt that drives me fucking insane. I drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, entrance to clit, and she lets out this broken little sob that vibrates through my skull.

Throwing one of her legs over my shoulder gives me better access.

“Oh, God,” she gasps.

My palm lifts and I smack her ass. “No,” I growl. “You only pray to me now.”

Gripping her thighs, I hold her in place as I work her with my tongue. I flatten it against her entrance, licking inside her, drinking her in like she’s the only thing keeping me alive. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my chin.

“So fucking good,” I murmur against her pussy, the vibration making her whole body jerk.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then seal my lips over it and suck. Hard. Her leg flexes against my back in an attempt to pull me closer.

“Brex—oh, fuuuuck—I can’t⁠—”

“Not yet,” I remind her, pulling back just enough to let her breathe. “Logan’s rule, remember? You don’t come until we’re both inside you.”

She whines, a desperate, frustrated sound that goes straight to my cock. When I slide two fingers into her cunt, her inner walls clamp down, trying to suck them in deep as she trembles against my mouth.

I work her like this—tongue on her clit, fingers pumping inside her—over and over, stopping every time she’s close, until she’s a shaking, moaning mess.

When I finally add a third finger, a half sob, half scream breaks from her lips.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I mutter against her pussy, thrusting my fingers, lapping at her clit.

Her body trembles against my mouth as I slowly withdraw my fingers, whimpering at the loss.

“Turn around.”

Hands steady on her hips, I turn her around and bend her over.

The thought of my best friend walking in on us—seeing Reyna bent over the back of the couch, arousal dripping down her thighs because of what I’m doing to her—makes my cock throb so hard it aches.

I want him to see.

Watch me as I ruin her.

seventy

As Brex bends me over the back of the couch, it dawns on me that it’s directly in line of sight of the door.

“Stay here. Don’t you move.”

Rustling comes from the other room, then less than a minute later, Brex is back.

“I’m going to need to relax, Rey. Can you do that for me?”

“Ye—yes.”