Page 53 of Arranged Hearts


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I smile at the endearment and hook my leg over his.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his hands gripping me tight.

“I’m…”

“Yes?”

“Needy.” I smile at him and let go before I lift the blanket and slide down under it, pushing his hips to the side, so he is lying on his back. I grip his cock in my hand before I lean down and lick the tip. That simple touch makes him buck under me, and with my other hand, I cup his balls.

“Fucking hell, Adora.” His hand grips my hair, and he pulls, not to control me but to show me he has me. And he does.

Going as far as I can until his cock hits the back of my throat without me gagging, I repeat the motion. And the sounds that leave his throat are deliciously addicting. I feel his balls tighten, and before I can stop him, he pulls my hair, lifting my head, so his cock leaves my mouth. When I look up, he’s staring at me intently.

“You stopped me,” I say, wiping my mouth.

Pulling me to him, my body falls onto his. He pushes my hair from my face, so our gazes lock once again.

“You want it so badly, come and sit that sweet little pussy on my cock.”

I sit up and lean back, smiling. His hands find my tits, and he grips them as I position myself, straddling his hips. They squeeze once more, pinching my nipples, before they slide up to my neck, gently holding while I drop myself onto him with a moan. When I’ve taken him fully, he grips my neck hard, bringing my eyes back to his.

“When did I last tell you I love you?” he asks, thrusting up into me, and a squeal leaves my lips at the force.

“I…” I shake my head with all words lost to me right now.

“Remember that I do when I fuck you like you’re my whore.”

He quickly flips me so my back hits the bed, and he covers my mouth with his hand. I whimper when he re-enters me, fucking me with hard, punishing thrusts that already have me close to the edge.

Reaching down between us with his free hand, his deft fingers circle my clit. He thrusts a few times, and then he stops, causing a whine to leave my throat. As his eyes lock onto mine, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and then spitting on them before he moves them down and starts rubbing at my aching clit again.

The problem, though, is he isn’t moving. His cock is buried deep inside me, but he won’t thrust. The friction he is giving my clit makes me shift back toward him, but he remains still.

Joey has the power.

I’m just the tool.

His fingers slow, and I feel his cock harden even more before he rubs just right, making me come with his fingers, and the fullness of his cock buried motionless inside of me. I bite his hand, and my fingers grip the bed sheets, my head tilting backward from the pleasure. I’m mid-orgasm before his hips finally move.

He growls near my ear, still covering my mouth, “That’s it, milk my fucking cock.”

Releasing my clit and mouth, he grips my hips.

“You scream, I’ll spank your fucking ass.”

I can only nod as he moves faster. It isn’t long until I’m biting my own tongue to stop myself from screaming his name.

“Adora.”

“Yeah?” I ask through a whimper as he sits up, pulling himself out of me.

“I think it’s time you went home.” Then he gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving me on his bed, naked and full of him.

TWENTY

JOEY

She’s gone when I come back out, nowhere in sight. I should be thankful—I did tell her to leave because it was the right thing to do.

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