Page 33 of Hearts Storm

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan against her clit.

Her walls clamp down on my fingers instantly, and I curl them, finding that spot that makes her gasp and dig her nails into my scalp. I pump my hand slowly, adding a third finger as I suck her sweet bundle of nerves between my lips.

“Brex—I’m—oh God! Oh, fuck!”

She’s getting close. Pussy fluttering, her breathing turns erratic and shallow as I quicken my pace, shoving my fingers deeper while flicking my tongue over her swollen bud.

“Come for me, Pretty please,” I growl, looking up at her through my lashes.

Her back arches, a strangled cry falling from her lips as she shatters. I keep my mouth on her, working her through every wave and crest until she’s pushing me away, oversensitive and shaking.

“Stop, please. It’s too much,” she pants.

Reluctantly, I pull away, pressing one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising to my feet. My knees pop, and I wince, but the sight of her—flushed and disheveled, lips swollen, eyes glazed—makes it all worth it.

She’s still catching her breath when her hands move to my jeans, fingers fumbling with the button.

“You don’t have to⁠—”

The look she gives me is dark and hungry, full of pure sex, hitting me square in the chest.

“I want your dick in my mouth, Brex,” she says, voice low and husky. “I want you to fuck my face.”

My brain short-circuits. I’ve had plenty of women go down on me in my life, but damn. The way she’s practically ordering me to fuck her face makes my cock so hard it almost makes me wince.

“Holy shit,” I breathe as she pops the button and drags my zipper down.

Reyna’s eyes widen, flicking up at me in shock when she sees how big I am. “Shit, Brex. I don’t know if can take it all.”

“Promise?” I growl. “Cause I more than like the idea of you choking on my cock, Pretty. Do you think you can cry for me, too?”

Face flushing, she wraps her hand around my length, giving me one long stroke before dropping to her knees, hot breath ghosting over my cock.

“I can give you much more than that, Brex.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, bracing one hand against the wall above her head.

The first touch of her tongue nearly makes my knees buckle. She’s tentative at first, licking from base to tip before taking me into her mouth. The heat of her surrounds me, and I have to bite back a groan.

“Fuck, Reyna,” I hiss down at her.

She’s gorgeous like this—on her knees, lips wrapped around my dick—looking up at me with so much heat I’m surprised I don’t combust on the spot.

Taking me deep, I feel the back of her throat constrict around the head. My hand moves to her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as I fight the urge to thrust.

“Use your hand,” I instruct, voice strained. “Grip it tight at the base.”

Doing as I say, she fists me tight, working me in tandem with her mouth as wet, obscene sounds fill the air.

I let her set the pace, enjoying the sight of her taking me so eagerly. But the pressure is building, coiling tight in my lower belly, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“Take off your dress, Pretty,” I command, voice rough. “I wanna come on your tits.”

Her eyes go wide at my words. Still sucking me, she pulls down the top of her dress exposing her breasts.

God. They’re perfect. Full and round. Nipples pebbled and pink.

Unable to stop myself. I reach down, cupping one in my palm, thumb brushing over the tight peak.