Page 17 of Hearts Storm

“Good girl.”

Slow and controlled, I press into her slick heat, feeling her stretch around me inch by agonizing inch. Her fingers dig into my lats, nails biting into my skin as a sharp, breathy moan escapes.

“Okay?” I grit out, every muscle in my body screaming at me to shove all of me inside her all at once.

“Keep going,” she manages, voice shredded.

Finally, I bottom out and we both go still. Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a shaky exhale. I press my forehead to hers, breathing hard through my nose, fighting the overwhelming urge to unleash myself completely.

She feels unreal. Warm and tight and perfect.

Suddenly, I’m furious at myself for every second I wasted just watching her at the bar tonight instead of making the first move. I almost didn’t let myself have her. Practically shoved Brex into her orbit.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” I command, tone gruff and filled with need.

Glassy eyes find mine in the dim light, pupils blown wide. “Make it hurt.”

Holy. Fuck.

Something shifts in my chest. Something I don’t even remotely want to examine right now.

“It would be my pleasure,” I purr.

Sliding out to the tip, I piston forward.

“Unngghh!” The sound she makes dissolves every last coherent thought banging around in my head.

I pound into her until the need to take her from a different angle takes over. Hands rough, I move one leg over to the side, pressing her thighs tightly together.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, looking at me over her shoulder.

Gripping her hip with one hand, I use the other to guide myself back to her entrance. This new position makes everything tighter, even more intense. When I push inside, we groan at the sensation. She’s impossibly tight in this position, her inner walls squeezing me like a vise.

It makes me wonder what it would be like to take her ass.

“Holy shit,” I grit out, jaw clenched as I bottom out again. This angle allows me to go even deeper, and I can feel her whole body shaking with need.

I don’t give her time to adjust. Can’t. The primal need to claim her, make her mine, overrides everything else. I pull back and slam forward, setting a punishing rhythm that has the bed frame creaking in protest.

“Just like that! Ohmygod!” Her scream rattles my lust-addled brain, disappearing entirely when she pushes back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

Fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want her marked. Want her to feel me for days, remember exactly how I made her fall apart.

“Fuck,” I growl, leaning over, resting my forehead against her temple. “Take it, Angel. Take all of my cock.”

She turns her face into the pillow, muffling her cries as I pound into her. Nope. That’s not going to fly. I want to hear every single noise she makes.

I wrap a fist in her hair, tugging her head back. “No hiding,” I command roughly. “I want to hear you.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chants, each word punctuated by another jab, hands clutching at the sheets, knuckles white.

This new angle has me hitting something deep inside her that makes her whole body jerk every time I bottom out. She’s so wet, the obscene sound mixes with our harsh breathing and the slap of my hips against her ass.

“Fuck me. You feel incredible,” I rasp against her ear. “So fucking tight like this. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

She whimpers, walls fluttering around me. I can feel her getting close again, the way she’s clenching and releasing, her breathing turning erratic.

“Yeah, baby,” I purr. Releasing her hair, my fingers find her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves. “Come for me again. Want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart.”