Page 34 of Hearts Storm

She moans around my cock, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, the vibration nearly making me lose it.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby,” I groan, gripping her hair a little tighter. “I’m so close, Pretty. So fucking close.”

I bite the inside of my cheek; the taste of copper grounding me as I fight to maintain control. Blood pounds in my ears, drowning out everything except the slick rhythm of her mouth.

Needing to stop before I come too soon, I pull out. My breath catches at the sight of a glistening strand of saliva linking her bottom lip to the tip of my cock. It’s so obscene, so fucking hot, my balls draw up tight. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to fuck your face?”

She nods, pupils blown. Her expression is dark, on the edge of desperate. “Yes, please.”

Fuck. I can’t get enough of this woman.

“If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh twice,” I purr. Her eyes track my fist as I slowly stroke myself. “Tell me you understand.”

Lust runs rampant through my veins when I see her throat bob on a nervous swallow. “I understand.”

“Open,” I command.

Parting her lips, she sticks out her tongue, resting it against her bottom lip as she tilts her head back, exposing every inch of her throat.

I grip the base of my cock, holding myself steady as I slide past her lips. The wet heat of her mouth almost makes me go crosseyed. As I push in deeper, I can feel her throat open around me. She doesn’t gag. Doesn’t pull away. She just takes it, eyes watering and locked on mine.

“Goddamn,” I grunt, watching my cock disappear between her swollen, pink lips. “So fucking perfect.”

Raking my hands through her hair, I use it to hold her head immobile. Her hands grip my thighs, nails biting into the denim as I start to move. Slow at first, shallow thrusts that let her adjust. But the restraint is killing me. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to ruin her.

“That’s it, Pretty. Such a good fucking girl sucking my dick.”

She moans, the vibration traveling straight up my shaft and into my spine as I pick up the pace.

Deep, punishing drives have her choking. The wet sounds she’s making are going to haunt my dreams for the rest of my goddamn life.

“Shit,” I grunt, watching as my cock disappears between her lips over and over. “Your mouth… So. Fucking. Good.”

She’s gagging now, spit running down her chin as she claws at my thighs, tears streaming down her face, just like she promised. The sight of her—wrecked, used, and oh so beautiful—pushes me right to the edge.

I’m seconds away from coming down her throat.

“Gonna come,” I warn, voice strangled as I pull away.

Sliding out of her mouth with an obscene pop, she sits back on her heels, chest heaving. Lips swollen and glistening, her naked breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath.

I wrap my fist around my cock, jerking myself hard and fast. “Watch,” I command, eyes locked on hers.

Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she stares up at me, waiting.

It only takes three more strokes and I detonate.

“Unngghh,” I groan, cock pulsing as I come all over her tits.

Slowly, I start to come down. The amount of cum splattered all over her chest and dripping from her nipples is on the verge of obscene. “Holy—fuck.”

She smirks up at me. “Not bad for a first date.”

Letting out a breathless laugh, I help her to her feet.

Her eyes search mine, full of conflict. Want versus logic. Desire to invite me in despite knowing that she’s leaving tomorrow.

Reaching for her dress, she uses it to clean herself up as I tuck myself back into my jeans.