Page 98 of Hearts Storm

I watch her face in awe, unbridled lust coursing through my veins. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, spread out beneath me like a goddamn offering. How the hell I managed to talk myself out of her for so damn long is beyond me.

Hand collaring her neck, I press my thumb into the hollow of her throat, reveling in how her pulse hammers against it.

“Look at me.”

Blue eyes flutter open, locking onto mine.

My other hand palms her breast, fingers squeezing the soft, heavy weight of it. Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Such a good angel for me,” I growl, increasing my pace. The desk squeaks in protest as I fuck into her harder, deeper. “Take my cock, Angel. Take every fucking inch.”

Her thighs clamp around my hips, heels digging into my ass as she meets me thrust for thrust. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies slapping together echoes off the walls, mixing with her breathless little moans and my ragged breathing.

Gently tightening my grip on her throat—just enough to make her eyes go wide—I almost come from how her pupils are blown so black I can barely see the blue. Her cunt clenches around my cock, and I groan, my balls drawing up tight.

“You like that?” I rasp, thumb pressing harder against her pulse point. “You like when I take what’s mine?”

“Yes,” she mewls. “Yes...” Thrust. “...sir.”

The title sends a bolt of electricity straight down my spine. My hips snap harder, driving into her with enough force to push her further up the desk. Papers crinkle, more pens clatter to the floor, and I could give a single shit.

I can feel her getting close, inner walls fluttering around my cock, breathing ragged, muscles tensing like she’s about to milk me dry. I shift my angle just enough to grind against that special spot inside her.

“There it is,” I grunt, watching her face contort, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “Right there. Come hard for me, Angel.”

Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Her whole body goes rigid, back bowing off the desk as her orgasm tears through her. Her cunt clenches around me in rhythmic pulses, so tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming.

But no way am I done with her yet.

The second her climax starts to fade, I pull out, grip her hips and flip her over, bending her over the desk. The deep red fabric of her dress pools around her waist, exposing her perfect ass and the swollen, glistening pussy between her thighs.

My cock throbs, howling at me to get back inside her. She’s dripping, her cum leaking down her inner thighs. I run my palm over the curve of her ass, before giving it a smack, hard enough to leave a mark.

Panting, she looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are still hazy, lips parted. The clip that was in her hair has come undone, leaving her hair falling in a messy curtain around her face.

I line myself up again, pressing in only about half an inch. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she whispers. “I want you. All of you.”

Something cracks open in my chest—something I’ve kept locked down for years. I drive into her, burying myself in one savage thrust. She cries out, scrambling for purchase as I set a relentless pace.

This angle is deeper. More intense. I can feel every inch of her wrapped around me, hot and tight and impossibly wet.

Grabbing her flailing hands, I pin them behind her back with one of mine so I can use them as leverage to drive even deeper.

When her moans get louder, more desperate, I know she’s close again. I slide my hand between her legs, fingers finding her clit.

She’s so sensitive she jerks, a broken sob tearing from her throat as I circle the swollen bud. She gasps and moans, pushing back against me, fucking herself on my cock.

“You can take it,” I growl. “You’re gonna come again. Right...” I pinch her clit. “...Now.”

Her second orgasm splinters, her whole body shaking as she clenches and pulses around my cock. The sight of her coming undone—back arched, ass knocking against my hips, face twisted in ecstasy—propels me over the edge.

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Logan releases my hands and collapses, forearms bracketing my ribs as he pants into my neck. Body trembling, aftershocks ripple through me in tiny, electric waves as I try to catch my breath.

The soft press of his lips against the back of my neck is gentle. Almost reverent. A kiss so tender it makes my throat swell with emotion.