Page 23 of The Heart You Kept

His hands are spreading me wide and I’m taking his pumps blow by blow.

He’s moaning, deep and throaty. The most orgasmic sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

He’s like an animal.

I’ve never ever been fucked like this before.

“Fuck.” He moans. “So….”

Pump.

“Fucking.”

Pump.

“Good.”

Pump.

Oh….

He holds himself deep and grips me hard.

The sound of his excitement sends me over the edge and I cry out as I come hard.

My vision blacks out and I swear I have an out-of-body experience.

Skin slapping around me, his deep moans and…damn it, I may not survive this kind of sex.

He holds himself deep and I feel his cock jerk violently as he comes deep inside my body.

“Fuck…” he moans. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah.” He slowly keeps pumping me to completely empty out his body.

I pant as I desperately try to catch my breath. I stare into space as I try to regain my physical consciousness.

What the hell was that?

I wake as my back arches off the bed.

The bedroom is shrouded in darkness and I feel teeth graze my clitoris.

I look down to see Mr. Doe going down on me underneath the blankets.

Fuck.

This man is an animal, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come.

He’s been fucking me for hours, every which way, and after the last time I drifted off into an exhausted sleep…only to wake to this.

I actually don’t know if I am going to make it through until morning.

His four fingers slowly fuck me as his tongue flicks over my clitoris and I moan.

I can’t even act cool anymore, he’s ripped any sense of self-awareness right out of my soul.

“Please,” I whimper, scared to come again. “I can’t….”

“Shh,” he whispers. “One more time, baby, and I’ll let you sleep.” I screw up my hands in his hair as my eyes roll back in my head. “I only have you for one night, Doe.” He sucks on me. “I can’t get enough.”