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Serenity
Heath’s cock rips through my tender walls with little warning and no warmup to speak of. To think this is what my teenaged heart craved at one time.
He burrows into me deeper than any man ever has before. Judging by the glimpse of his cock I got before he claimed me, he’s at least ten inches. So all those rumors about the Connolly tripletsaretrue.
He withdraws and slams inside me once more. I know I offered my body to him in trade, but now I don’t want him to fuck me for that reason.
This anger banked inside him tears me up too. I drag my nails down his shoulders, drawing more blood.
He rears back, and for a moment I’m afraid he’ll strike me across the face, but the blow never comes.
Instead, he kisses me. With a fierce possession that steals my breath and what’s left of my soul that he didn’t already own.
And damn if my pussy doesn’t squeeze around his big cock and suck him in deeper. A rumble in his chest burns upward to pass through his lips. With a jerk of his hips, he sinks into me again and again, pounding me harder, faster. Wiping my mind blank until I have no idea how I’ve come to be here in this place, with my arms and legs locked around this man.
My body erupts in an orgasm that sweeps me up and robs me of breath. Even if I could scream, Heath’s kisses would trap the sound.
His muscles stiffen, and I know he’s close too. I want to believe no woman has ever made him come like this before, but it’s a lie I won’t bother telling myself.
He sinks into me deep, throws his head back and roars out his release. Hot, wet splashes of his seed shower my inner walls, and my pussy squeezes in reflex.
Slowly, my senses return. Heath looks into my eyes. I don’t know what I expect to see, but it isn’t the look on his face right now.
I can’t even begin to read that expression. I no longer know this man well.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, withdraws and rolls off.
I expect him to jump up and leave me lying here in front of a cold fire with his cum running out of me, but he leans on one elbow, hovering over me.
I’m shaking with shock and emotions rioting inside me. And the heartbreaking urge to cup his jaw and tell him all the things bottled up inside me for all these years.
I’m sorry for what my dad did.
Why did you leave me?
I’ll do anything to get back in your life.
I’ve always loved you, Heath.
I say none of those things. His hand inches close to my face. For a moment, I think he’s going to cup my cheek and whisper tender post-sex things you see in the movies.
But in the end, he pulls his hand back and gets up.
I watch him stuff his still-hard cock inside his jeans and zip the fly. He doesn’t button it, which draws my gaze to the dark blond love trail leading to a full six-pack of abs.
He reaches for some item on the mantel and when he crouches in front of the fireplace, I see he’s holding a matchbox. With a rough scrape of the match head against the striking strip, he produces a small golden flame and holds it to the kindling already laid in the fireplace.
The light flickers over his beautiful face, chiseled shoulders and the cuts of his biceps. Then he gets to his feet and walks over to the couch. I think he’s about to stretch out and leave me lying naked and alone on the floor.
But he comes back with the soft chenille throw and drapes it over me.
“Get some sleep, Serenity. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
He starts to get up, but I latch onto one shoulder, stopping him. I know there’s a plea in my eyes but I hear it in my voice when I say, “Lie down with me, Heath. I’ll share the blanket.”
I see the shadow move on his throat as he swallows hard and his Adam’s apple pulses. Under my hand, his shoulder is hard steel. I feel him straining and about to pull away.
But he shocks me by stretching out on the rug beside me. Oh god, I’m about to cry, and that will surely drive him away when I need him the most.
